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levenlike11 · 10 months

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your lovely usual at the cafe, akaashi keiji came inside as the bell above the door announced his arrival. he kindly smiled at you and took his place in his favorite spot. he always chose that corner away from the windows and the loud chatter in the cafe, where the 3 month old little ginger kitten liked to sleep in his tiny basket. he pet the cat and took out his laptop, putting it on his legs as he was sitting on a soft cushion on the floor next to the cat, making it purr sweetly at the affection.

taking the order list with you, you made your way to him. despite the sound of your footsteps in the silent corner, he didn't hear you until you softly called out his name.

"mr. akaashi?" he turned his back and smiled.

"please, just keiji."

"alright, keiji, welcome back! it's always great to see you here, that little baby misses you." you grinned and he turned back to the cat, picking it up and touching his tiny nose.

"he's growing so fast, he won't be able to fit in my palm in a few weeks." he pouted at the small creature in his hand. he was too cute.

"do you want to order now or should i leave you guys alone?" you gestured to the cat.

"oh yeah, sorry. can i just get the usual americano? hot, please." he uttered looking up at you with a smile as bright as the sun.

"want a dessert with that? i just tried a new cheesecake recipe today!"

"if you did it, then of course i want it. i love trying your stuff." he put the sleepy cat back in his basket which caused it to meow sadly but he had to finish editing this new episode by tonight for the manga magazine.

"thank you! i'll be right back with those!" you went and brought him his coffee and cheesecake, along with an iced drink for yourself.

"i don't understand how you can drink hot coffee in the middle of july." you chuckled as you sat down near him on a different cushion, although they are pretty huge for one person. he is just a regular at the shop after all, you should probably keep your distance in case it disturbs him.

"if you really want me to, remind me to try an iced one next time." he said without turning his head, too concentrated on his work. you sipped some of your own drink as you watched him fix spelling mistakes and add little doodles or words on the pages. he looked too good to be true. how could someone appear so angelic while simply pushing buttons on their keyboard?

you first met akaashi while he was working on the new episode of your new favorite manga that started coming out recently and you couldn't help but ask if he was the writer himself. he told you he was just the editor in the magazine and let you look through the new episode a day early from everyone else, which would probably cost him his job if his boss found out. but he thought of himself as a people reader, and he just felt like he could trust you.

this became a routine for you two for the past 2 months. he would purposely wait to come until your break was nearing so that you could both prepare his drink and sit down with him afterwards. your little secret, the advantage of seeing the episodes early, wasn't one sided. you would make him try new recipes you found or came up with in exchange. it was a win-win situation so he accepted. it meant he could eat delicious treats made by the barista he started to feel flustered around, and you could get honest feedback about your cooking. him being an editor made the honest feedback part much better.

you were deep in thought, the ice in your drink long melted as you stared at him. it probably took a few calls of your name for you to snap out of it, as he seemed both worried and intrigued by your look.

"sorry, i zoned out." he smiled, "it's okay, i was just wondering if there was something on my face i couldn't see. you seemed like you were staring at me." he bit back a grin.

"i was not. your face is completely fine. very fine." you punched yourself mentally after that, but at least you managed to make the man laugh.

oh, his laugh, it made your whole day better. it was a blessing to hear. you knew it was stupid to fall for a customer at your shop who could stop coming anytime and you'd possibly never see him again if he did, but the heart wants what it wants.

"i really like it."

"the coffee or the cheesecake?" you asked, by the looks of it, he seemed to have liked both, as he finished both of them completely.

"both. the cheesecake's really nice. you should try another flavor as well. this'll become a best seller in no time." you smiled in victory, despite trying so many times and even ruining an attempt, you finally made it perfectly.

"thank you, want another slice?" he shook his head.

"need to control the sugar i eat, sorry. or else i get too greedy and empty my candy storage at home." now it was his turn to make you laugh.

"i would love to see you munching on sweets." you giggled, "are you still planning to adopt him next month?" you pointed at the cat.

"yeah, i even bought a bed already. it's too big for him now, but he'll grow into it." he petted the yawning kitten's head.

"i'll miss him after he's gone. he's my favorite too." you smiled sadly, rubbing his stomach and tickling him, which made him shake his butt funnily.

"you could always come visit him at my apartment?" akaashi suggested. seeing the surprised look on your face, he added, "if you want, of course. i could also get a carrier and bring him here with me."

"i wouldn't want you to go through the trouble. i'd like to come visit him, as long as you're comfortable." he smiled, letting go of the breath he was unintentionally holding.

"of course, you can come anytime you want."

he finally pressed send on the email to his boss with the finished manga episode and closed his laptop. "so, it's a date?" he had a little smirk he was trying to hide.

"yeah, it's a date. come back sooner, he'll miss you again." you smiled and he reached out for your hand next to him.

"i will, i'll miss you too." he squeezed your hand a bit and left after turning back to beam at you one last time, leaving you all nervous by yourself with the kitten now up and begging you for food.

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shojoisms · 1 year

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Growing pains.

akaashi keiji x fem!reader

Everyone always talks about the beauty of growing old, but no one ever talks about the anxiety that comes with it.

a/n: I got one final attempt left in me.

content+warnings: mentions of anxiety, some angst, vaginal penetration, birthday sex, cunnilingus.

Keiji never cared much for birthdays, serving no purpose but reminding him that he was getting older.

He might've even forgotten if it weren't for the happy birthday texts he received from the old Fukurodani squad and the gift Tenma left on his desk.

There's a bitter taste on his tongue when he reminds himself how half of them are either married or engaged, some even expecting children — it leaves Akaashi with a tinge of melancholy.

He's exhausted— eyes burning with the consequences of his desperation to meet a deadline that forced him awake nearly all night and left heavy bags beneath them that showed even more apparent the next day. His hair was disheveled, dark locks tousled messily against his head — and even his glasses had difficulty staying on his face and lay crooked across his skin.

As if his day couldn't be even more inconvenienced, the patter of rain pelts down to the ground. It's not a light shower but a heavy onslaught of thick raindrops, and Akaashi regrets not bringing his umbrella with him the more the water soaks him and drips from his hair like a tiny faucet.

Another day, he mumbles as he forces his legs to move up the stairs toward his home, his clothes dripping water with each step.

He fumbles with the pocket of his jeans; there's a rattling noise until he fishes out what he needs; his keys, shoving them into the lock of his door without haste.

"Happy birthday!"

Akaashi drops his bags, pupils dilating in surprise before they shrink to their original size. He wasn't expecting you here, at least not at this time. Akaashi faintly recalls the text message you had sent earlier — stating that you'd have to stay late at work due to a coworker's mishap.

"You're home," Akaashi's voice is soft, barely more audible than a whisper.

Home.

Akaashi doesn't dwell on the slip of his tongue, and it's not like you lived with him, although the thought is pleasant — he'd take note to entertain it later.

You look at Akaashi, your eyes softening in concern. Then, placing down the cake, you set it on the counter before making your way toward your lover. "Oh my goodness, you're soaked. Keiji, you look awful."

You help remove the soaking garments from him, throwing them into the laundry basket to be dealt with later when you leave. Akaashi's skin is ice cold against your own, causing you to fuss even more as you worry about his health and the potential hypothermia he may get.

You sigh. Sometimes you feel more like a mother than a girlfriend.

"Keiji, go shower before you get sick," There's no point in arguing; your tone leaves no room for rebuttal as you shoo him away. Your boyfriend merely nods, taking off his shoes and socks before heading to the bathroom.

As soon as you're sure he's out of earshot, you make your way back to the kitchen to get it as clean as possible before you cook a hearty meal.

You shake your head, clicking your tongue with a tsk as your eyes wander to his trash, the bin filled to the top with junk food — ranging from ramen packets, soda cans, chips, and even sweets.

Keiji, you're hopeless.

You hum, tying the trash bag at the top and putting the waste to the side. You'll take it out later. You grab another bag to replace it.

Now let's see, what's in the fridge, you murmur to yourself.

"Ah, nothing,"

You open the fridge in disappointment, eyes traveling to the half-eaten tub of yogurt, some Tupperware of food that you had prepared for him days ago, the few bottles of water, and finally, the one lone head of broccoli.

Jesus, Keiji, you live like a single man. You laugh. It's funny, you think, and it almost makes you wonder how he's managed to survive by himself for the majority of his adulthood.

You're thankful you stopped by the supermarket before heading here. Your woman's intuition kicked in earlier — something in the back of your head telling you that you wouldn't find much in his fridge.

You're surprised that even Akaashi has proper cooking utensils, but they only look like they haven't been touched in ages, the pots and pans having little to no signs of use.

You dice the vegetables carefully, cutting them into small cubes before dropping them into the hot, bubbling broth on the stove burner.

Curry, you've long decided. Something simple, something easy to clean up.

Although your boyfriend doesn't have nearly the same amount of seasoning as you, he barely has the basics, so you do what you can. At least he has an instant rice cooker.

You take a step back, the various smells of spices and vegetables wafting in the air quite pleasantly carried throughout the room by the stove fan. You suppose you have time to kill before the food is finished cooking.

You roam around Akaashi's home until you end up in his room. You can hear the shower still running through the wall. You take the time to go through his wardrobe, picking out the blue pair of pajamas you bought him last Christmas. There are signs of wear along the hems, the stitching coming undone in various places.

There's a warm feeling in your chest, a smile tugging at the corner of your lips.

I'll sew them up next time.

You place the clothing in your arms and peek your head into the bathroom. There's steam everywhere, and you can see the faint silhouette of Akaashi's body through the glass door. Without a word, you place the pajamas onto the edge of the sink before sneaking out.

Turning the knob, Akaashi hangs the shower head back in its holder. The last of the water hits the marble surface of the flooring.

He grabs a towel off the rack, wrapping it around his waist as he steps out.

He notices the pajamas set out for him and figures it's your doing. A small smile tugged at his lips, the tiny gesture making his heart flutter as he looked into the mirror.

And as fast it came, it's gone in the exact fleeting second. Staring into the mirror fills Akaashi with a sense of dread.

"I'm getting old, aren't I?" He says, placing his hand against his face while he traces the outlines of his newly formed wrinkles; a result formed from the process of aging or perhaps his lack of sleep.

There's a pounding in his chest, like a dull ache, and for a reason, he feels uneasy — his anxiety gnawing at his heart.

Deep breaths, deep breaths, Akaashi reminds himself that you're still here and waiting for him downstairs.

He pushes his feelings down, trying to repress them as much as possible before he faces you again.

"Keiiiiji! The food is ready!"

"It smells good,"

"Come, I've made you a plate," You gesture to the awkward giant, pointing at the place on the table you had set just for him. "Eat,"

He does as he's told, scooping the curry on his spoon before taking a bite. He hums, and you watch in amusement how his cool eyes light up as he takes another bite.

The texture and the fragrance pleasantly overwhelmed his taste buds.

The flavor has an indescribable taste, and he's not quite sure how to word it. Then, finally, he pinpoints it. It's love, he can taste the amount of love you had put into the dish, and that's when it hits him — your cooking tastes like home.

Akaashi's not quite sure why his cheeks felt wet, and he doesn't remember when he started crying or why, for that matter.

"Was my cooking so bad that it moved you to tears?" You tease, trying to lighten the mood. No matter how lame your jokes were, they still did enough to steal a smile from your lover. But this time was different. As soon as you realize the seriousness of the situation, the smile on your face instantly drops as you watch more tears stream down Akaashi's face.

"Keiji," Taking his face between your palms, you stroke his cheeks with your thumbs. "Keiji, what's wrong,"

"It's been a long day," The crack in his voice doesn't go unnoticed, the pain in his tone tugging at your heartstrings. You swallow the lump in your throat.

"Keiji, you've been overworking yourself again, haven't you,"

Akaashi's always been a hard worker; even in high school, he'd stay up for hours on end to study for exams; neglecting his well-being and focusing more on his studies than his happiness.

You've chalked it down to the fact that he's over-exerting himself, but in reality, you could've never guessed that he felt like his life was incomplete.

You being the only thing that's ever been consistent, Akaashi feels helpless — like everyone's moving forward, and he's stuck frozen in time.

Even he fears the day you realize he's not what you want, moving on in your life and leaving him behind to wither in the dust.

Akaashi doesn't say anything as he wipes his tears, placing down his silverware. "Ah, I'm sorry. I guess I'm just tired."

"Are you sure, Keiji, you know you can talk to me about anything,"

"I need to rest. I'm sorry,"

There's a pregnant pause before you hum, and you suppose it's better not to pry — your boyfriend will open up when he's ready.

"It's alright. We can cut the cake tomorrow."

You take both plates, scraping the remaining food off them and into the trash before putting everything away, when you're finished, you take Akaashi's hand and lead him to his room.

Akaashi rests his head against your lap while you run your nimble fingers through his hair. He hums, feeling the tips of your digits soothingly massage his scalp with enough gentleness that has him relaxing underneath your touch.

You look up at the window, by now the skies are beginning to darken, the clouds engulfing even the stars — staring at the clock, you're surprised by the time.

"Keiji, it's getting late. I think it's time for me to be heading home,"

But before you can get up, you're stopped.

"Stay,"

Akaashi reaches for your wrist, holding onto it like a vice before he pulls you into his embrace. "Please," There's a hint of desperation in his voice as he wraps his arm around you, forcing you flush against him as he buries his face into your neck.

"Fine, I'll stay for as long as you need me," you say, Akaashi's grip on your wrist loosens enough for you to free yourself. Taking this opportunity, you wrap your arms around him — tracing circles into his trapezius.

He hums in contentment, “looks like you'll be staying forever."

"Keiji—" You giggle, your boyfriend digging his face into the crook of your neck as he peppers you in an onslaught of kisses — making sure to leave no inch uncovered. "It's getting late. You should get some rest. We don't have to do this tonight,"

"But I want to," His voice is muffled against your skin, and he shifts his body so that he's pressing against you. The heavy weight of his body forces you into the mattress causing the bed to creak from the combined heaviness.

"Besides, I think it's my turn to take care of you,"

That's all Akaashi said before he pulled away, the bed shifted even more as he sat on his knees. Large hands grab your waist, forcing your body closer to his — he lifts you up.

Half your body rests on the mattress, while the other is in the air. Your dress was bunching up around your waist as Akaashi brought your covered cunt to his lips, your legs flailing on either side of his shoulders.

"Keiji," you whimper, feeling his lips press against your cunt. He parts his mouth around your mound. His tongue runs across your panties, and he can taste your slick through the thin material.

He has a firm grasp on your hips, keeping you in places as he moves your underwear to the side with his nose — this time, he traces your folds with his tongue, collecting all you slick on his appendage before delving inside your hole.

Akaashi had always been skilled with his tongue. So it wasn't long before he had you seeing stars — your thighs quiver around him, and desperately you grip at the covers, bunching them up underneath your fingers.

Your mouth parts open as you moan, your orgasm racking through your body.

Your jaw goes slack, your eyes firmly closed as you bask in your post-orgasmic bliss. You don't even register when your butt falls gently against the bed, nor the prodding sensation against your thigh until Keiji places a hand upon your cheek — forcing you to look at him.

"Keiji," You breathe.

He gently kisses your lips, "Relax for me, love."

You nod, your brain still hazy from your first orgasm. You can hear your lover fumble with his clothes as he pulls down his pants, taking his boxers with them.

As soon as he frees his cock, he places his hands on your hips, tracing the thin band of your underwear before dipping his fingers inside and pulling them down until they're hanging off your ankle.

You cringe, feeling Akaashi's fat cock rub against your folds before he pushes the mushroom tip inside with little to no resistance. You whimper, feeling his girth split your walls in two.

As soon as Akaashi bottoms out, he waits for you to adjust before giving a shallow thrust.

"Are you ready,"

"Y—yeah," you weakly respond.

Akaashi's thrusts are slow but deep, his cock reaching further inside you with each rut of his hips.

Akaashi's a passionate lover, making sure you feel all of him — not that you're complaining, either. He was well endowed, and his sheer girth dragging along your walls filled you with such an immeasurable sense of fullness that not even your toys made you feel.

It felt like you were made for him, the way your hole greedily swallowed more and more of his cock — holding it snuggly within your warm walls.

Akaashi groans, a soft fuck escaping him as you involuntarily clench around him, "you feel so good," he praises.

Your moans increase in volume as the tip of his cock grazes over that particular spot almost teasingly. You desperately grind your hips against his in hopes of him hitting them.

And it's like Akaashi can read your mind. He shifts his hips just enough to pound against that spot, the tip of his cock hitting the sponginess with exact precision.

You're close, Akaashi can tell — he snakes a hand between your legs, allowing his thumb to rest against your clit. The poor neglected bundle of nerves resting between your puffy folds, swollen.

He rubs circles into your clit, eliciting more noises from you — the sensation only adding to your pleasure.

There's a coil in your tummy that only grows tighter and tighter with each thrust from Akaashi — it's almost unbearable.

"'S close," you slur, your head lolling back and forth.

Cute, akaashi thinks, there’s a glimmer of adoration in those gun metal eyes of his as he watches your face contort in pleasure — the pleasure that he’s giving you.

All it takes is a few more thrusts until the coil finally releases, specks of white clouding your vision as Akaashi drags another orgasm from you.

His ruts become sloppier, and you can feel his cock throb and pulsate inside you before a foreign warmth spills along your walls, painting them white.

Akaashi hips begin to slow down, but he's still slamming into you, determined to let you milk him for every last drop before he pulls out.

Akaashi rolls off of you, laying on your side. There's a curtain of silence that covers you both, although it's not uncomfortable.

Akaashi's the first one to break it, "I was serious when I said I want you here forever,"

It's not until you fall asleep and he can hear the faint sounds of you snoring that he realizes what he's been yearning for.

And in the morning, he's decided — he'll muster up the courage to finally present you with the box he had bought ages ago that he's been saving for just the occasion.

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akaashi-adorer · 2 years

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it’s just a fact: akaashi keiji is the best boyfriend you can have.

he remembers the little things you mention in passing, be it the cute dog you saw on the street or a particular paragraph from a book that you really enjoyed. he’d ask you about your hobbies, your likes and dislikes, what you’ve been thinking about and listen to them intently, maybe even buying you stuff related to the things you enjoy.

he loves watching shows with you while cuddling. it doesn’t even have to be a show he particularly likes a lot, but he’d still try his best to see the positives to it if you enjoy it. and of course, he’s really just a good cuddler so that’s a plus for you.

he’s a fan of watching you do your work. sometimes, he tries to help you out with your work and other times… well, he’d just tease you to hear your giggles and laughter when he senses that you might need a distraction. and whenever he deems a break necessary, he’d gently pat your shoulder before swooping you up in his arms so that he can carry you to the living room where he has set out some snacks for you.

he texts you about once every couple of hours, mostly about his work. even though it really doesn’t relate to the conversation that you have all that much, he’d never miss the chance to text ‘i love you’ at the end of the chats and he won’t mind if you’re not ready enough to echo those words verbally or through text. he can wait for however long it takes for you to feel sure of your feelings, just as long as he can keep talking to you and keep seeing you.

in conclusion, akaashi keiji = definite boyfriend material.

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honeycreamsweets · 2 years

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✦✦✦✦KINKTOBER/FLUFFTOBER MASHUP✦✦✦✦

October 5: Threesome. Kinktober. Prompt- Day 3.

Bokuto x Fem Reader x Akaashi

Miffy’s Mashup List. And Kinktober list.

MINORS DNI!!! 18+

Mentions- Pure Smut. It’s kinda soft. The three checking in with each other. Cause Creating a safe environment is hot. Bokuto is so excited. Foreplay mainly. Akaashi gets sandwiched in the middle. Akaashi gets fucked. Oral (fem receiving). both good bfs. it’s their first threesome since they all started dating.

Word count- 1500+ (I got carried away)

Notes- I almosT didn’t make it but I finished!!!! I wasn’t thrilled about writing about a fem reader cause It makes me feel dysphoric but this was okay. I actually really love writing about softstuff (I knOw it’s smut but oh well) like this, I really love how sweet came out. No beta reader cause I don’t have one. Enjoy!

You were sitting on the bed only in a big T-shirt while you fiddled with your finger nails as you waited. You watched the two men in front of you get undressed. There were some bickering and laughter between them. You chewed on your bottom lip while you waited in anticipation. The three of you had decided to take the next step further in your relationship.

Being a “throuple” was interesting to say the least. It started out very causally. You couldn’t pin point when your relationship between each of you blurred out the lines of friendship to romantic feelings. Due the new dynamic, you three took things slower to make sure all boundaries were met and each of you were comfortable. Sure, you’ve see both of them naked before and vice versa. Sex wasn’t a new situation to tackle either. It was just done separately. This time being all together, felt more intense? You were obviously comfortable with both of them! But you wanted it to be just as special for them as it is for you.

Bokuto smiled at you as he approached you. Despite having a pitched tent in his boxers, he was focused on you feeling comfortable. He sat beside you. He snaked his arms under your shirt and hugged your torso. His hands and arms were warm against your skin. “You ready, baby?” He asked as he kissed your cheek.

Akaashi hummed as he stepped to be on your other side. “You can be honest and we can wait if you need more time.” He reassured you.

You quickly nodded and spoke up. “I’m ready. I feel good. I don’t know why I just feel shy, that’s all.” You glanced at both of them and smiled to convince them that you truly were okay. “And if you guys are good, then we can start.”

They both exchanged glances before nodding to each other. Keiji crawled up onto the bed, behind you. He was leaning against the head board and motioned you to come closer. You took a deep breath and moved to sit between his legs with your back facing his chest. “This isn’t anything new. Just relax, okay? You’re safe with us.” You heard him whisper to you.

Kotaro eagerly sat between your legs. “Yeah! And we feel safe with you.” He leaned over to peck your lips. You hummed in acknowledgment and watched his large hands rub your outer thighs. You gently guided his hand to your inner thigh. The gesture made him whine in excitement. He loved your thighs. Though, he loved what was in between them even more. As he massaged your thighs, he noticed your lack of underwear. He bit his lip briefly before stealing a kiss from Keiji.

Bokuto laid on his stomach and grabbed your thighs to pull you closer to his face.

“Keiji, hold her shirt up, I want you to be able to see her cum on my face.” He smiled brightly. Akaashi chuckled and pulled your shirt up, exposing your bare chest.

Akaashi leaned his head by your shoulder and he slid a hand up to your breast. He rolled his fingers over your nipple slowly. “You look so good like this.” You shivered and blushed at the action.

“Naked and with Ko between my legs?” You joked with a small chuckle. Not much to your surprise, he nodded. “You’ll look even better after we make you cum” he spoke so softly to you, it gave you chills. Bokuto nipped at your inner thighs and trailed his kiss towards your clit.

The light contact made your hips twitch. Bokuto glanced up at you to see if you were still okay before completely diving in like it was his last meal. The feeling of his mouth and tongue working over you made you melt completely into Akaashi’s arms.

You arched your back as you tried to keep your moans quiet. Akaashi reached down with his free hand to grab Bokuto’s hair and guide his head for you. The light tugging of his hair made him groan against your wet cunt. He stared up at the two of you and wiggled his brows to get a reaction.

Akaashi rolled his eyes and pulled his hair to move him in sync with your grinding hips. “Eyes on the prize, Ko.”

Bokuto hummed in agreement. He slid his hands under your ass to lift your hips off the bed. He kissed your clit once more then sliding his tongue inside. Keiji let go of his hair and moved his own hand to your swollen clit. He used two fingers to rub your sensitive bud. With his other hand that was still on your chest. He was pulling on your nipple and rubbing over it.

The two of them working together on your body turned you into a moaning mess. You were practically fucking yourself on Bokuto’s tongue while Akaashi was teasing you with inconsistent paces. You could feel Akaashi’s erection against your back. Bokuto was moaning against you desperately. He was getting impatient for any physical attention. He pathetically humped the bed to get any fiction. You turned your head to side while panting heavily. You were a babbling mess, saying endless praises and pleads to let you cum. Until your breathing hitched quicker, your legs instinctively clenched and closed around Bokuto’s head.

You laid limped against Akaashi after you reached your first climax for the night. You were trying to catch your breath and whined softly at loss of contact. Bokuto stared at the “masterpiece” he created. Your juices mixed with his saliva. In his mind, you were absolutely perfect. Before you knew it, Bokuto sat up and was kissing Akaashi to let him taste you.

The scene made you freeze and close your legs. The scene and sounds of both of clearly enjoying it, made you feel hot again. You averted your eyes while they were passionately kissing each other. You were flattened and embarrassed. Maybe even bashfully to know both of your partners liked the way you taste. You heard one of them ask you if you were alright and you nodded quickly.

Bokuto shimmered out his boxers. The tip of His aching cock was covered in Precum. “Don’t be embarrassed, baby. I can let you taste yourself too-“ he smirked causing you to laugh and shook your head. “Nooo. Maybe another time.” You sat up from akaashi’s lap and pursed your lips. “I want you to cum too…”

“So cute.” Keiji mumbled. Akaashi and Bokuto watched you in a mix of admiration and amusement. You became more flustered as you spoke. “Yeeaaah?” Bokuto asked with a smug grin. “You gonna help with that~?” He cooed.

You felt your face get hotter and you mumbled, “I’d like too… And maybe at some point, with good preparation, I could take both of you guys.. at the same time but for tonight we should take it slow.”

Bokuto whined excitedly at your comment and he nodded before “helping” (practically ripping) akaashi out of his briefs. “You’re such a babe, Y/n.”

You smiled at his praise before laying down on the bed. Akaashi huffed at his now torn briefs. It’d be later issue but he should have expected it. He sat between your legs and guided his length between your wet folds. “Let me know if you need a break, y/n.” You mewed at feeling his tip brushing against your clit. Bokuto watched and stroked himself. He prodded the tip in a few times before slowly sliding in every inch.

The two men stared at down your greedy cunt being stuffed. You focused on your breathing while you listened to their sweet praises. You gave them a sign you were okay. Akaashi exhaled sharply to feel your warm walls around him. He grunted before rolling his hips slowly.

Bokuto was noisier compared to you two. He really couldn’t be patient while you two made him want you both. He wanted to be apart of it too! You two looked so fucking good and he knew he could make it better too! He got behind Akaashi and grabbed his hips. Keiji got the message and stayed put for him.

You watched Keiji blushing face become darker as he groaned. He leaned down against your chest while Bokuto added to the train. The sight made you wetter and clench more to see it in front of you. You always thought the idea of them fucking was hot but seeing and being apart of it. Well you couldn’t help yourself. Akaashi let out a shaky moan and hissed at you to be still.

Bokuto sighed out in relief and bucked his hips into Akaashi. Before he could say anything, you cupped his face and drowned out his moans against your lips. You rolled your hips to get some movement. With all the rocking and thrusting, the headboard was hitting the wall repeatedly. After trying to find the best movement to fall in sync with, you guys took alll night long to explore just how hot threesomes were.

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white-poppie · 2 years

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Voraciously Loved

Characters: Author!Akaashi Keiji x Gn! reader

Genre: Literarate (literature worthy), fluff

Writer: @ white-poppie

Song recommendation: yellow by Coldplay

A/N: Did I just base Akaashi on myself (eventhough I HAVE NO NAMJA-CHINGU iykyk)

HAIKYU!! (ハイキュー!!)

Akaashi Keiji is so madly in love with you.

Long walks while you talk about past, present and future. Discuss everything yet nothing. Hae sweet and cheesy conversations and have deep and mature ones.

The fact is that Akaashi loves spending time with you. You could be sitting quietly and yet he would stay beside you, shaky hands rubbing your knuckles.

He touches you with brushes full of intention, fingers tapping your skin as if he is writing a novel. It feels like the start of forever like you are the only holy thing that keeps his sanity.

He wants to plant gardens of lavender in the crevices of your mind, maybe that would unravel the knots in your chest and neer let them tighten again.

He is such a fool in love that your hands could be scarred by his blood and yet he would kiss them goodnight.

He sweares you are something not human, how else would you have "witchcraft on your lips."

From an early age, he had poetry scratched onto the wall of his throat and you were the first to listen.

How can you ever feel insecure when you are with him? You can never be unloved, you are practically tangled in his soul. You made him feel alive. You are his muse.

"I might be the writer," he whispers, pushing your hair back and staring at you with a lovesick expression, "but you will always be the words."

HAIKYU!! (ハイキュー!!)

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rae-is-typing · 2 years

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In Which He Accidentally Confesses || Bokuto, Akaashi

Notes: huge thanks to @millenialfanfictionaddiction for proof reading!!

Description: he accidentally confesses his feelings

Warnings: bokuto is an anxious baby, akaashi is embarrassed

Image count: 6

Masterlist

Bokuto Koutarou

Akaashi Keiji

#bokuto koutaro x reader #precious baby boy #bokuto smau #bokuto fake texts #akaashi keiji x reader #akaashi smau #akaashi fake texts #akaashi x female reader #akaashi x you #bokuto x female reader #accidental confessions #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu!!#haikyuu fake texts #haikyuu social media au #bokuto kotaro fluff #akaashi keiji #akaashi keiji fluff #fake boyfriend texts

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hoperenae · 2 years

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Good Choices (Akaashi Keiji x f!reader) — 18+ MDNI

A/N— This is my first time writing something like this! I wasn't entirely sure where it was going while I wrote it, but I like where it ended up. Let me know what you think! (also if anyone wants to message me and lmk if I need to add any tw to this, pls help me I am new) WORD COUNT — about 2.5k

He was staring at you again.

You had caught the man with dark hair and deep blue eyes glancing your way multiple times that night.

You were at an arcade bar for your long-time friend’s bachelorette party. Everyone else had been throwing back shots all night, but you weren’t much of a drinker, so you only had enough to make you a little more than buzzed.

Every time you caught him staring at you, he quickly looked away, turning his attention back to the game he was watching his owl-haired friend play. You definitely weren’t looking for a relationship right now, but you couldn’t deny that he was very cute.

“Go talk to him, biiiitch,” your best friend and bride-to-be drunkenly slurred.

“What? No way,” you declared, waving a hand dismissively.

“I’m totally shitfaced and even I can tell you got the hots for him,” she giggled, slapping a hand on your shoulder. “You deserve some hot, meaningless sex with a total stranger.”

“Stop talking like that, people will hear you,” you shushed her, brushing her hand off of you.

“Oooo he’s looking this way! Hey!” she hollered at the man and waved him over, nearly knocking off her plastic tiara in the process. He looked completely flustered and you immediately felt bad for him. Your friend’s drunken antics often led to shenanigans like this.

You pulled her hand down and nodded apologetically to the man, but at the same time, you noticed his friend was waving at the two of you. The owl-haired man grabbed his dark-haired friend’s arm and practically dragged him toward the bar you were leaning against.

“Hey hey hey!” bellowed the owl-haired man.

“Hi! I’m getting married next weekend!” your friend blurted out. Before either of them could respond to that, she was summoned over to do another shot.

“Make good choices!” you called out after her. Then, you slowly turned your attention back to the two men in front of you.

“I’m Bokuto and this is Akaashi,” the owl-haired man said energetically as he grabbed his friend’s shoulders and pushed him slightly toward you.

“Uh, hi,” you uttered. “I’m y/n, nice to meet you guys.”

“I’m gonna go hang out with your drunk friends! You two have fun.” The owl-haired man called Bokuto winked and strolled away before either of you could protest.

“Don’t worry, he’s harmless,” the man called Akaashi finally spoke. He nervously rubbed the back of his neck. He was wearing a blue t-shirt with a grey collared jacket and semi-fitted dark blue jeans.

“Yeah, but she’s not,” you jested playfully. He smiled, a subtlely sweet action that made your heart beat just a little faster.

“Can I get you a drink?” Akaashi asked, waving down the bartender. Up close, you noticed how soft his hair looked and imagined running your fingers through it.

“Crown apple with cranberry,” you replied. He nodded and gave both your orders to the bartender who whipped them up quickly, passing your mixed drink to you and a beer to the man next to you. You both took a long sip.

“So, I take it you’re at a bachelorette party?” he asked, running his finger along the rim of his glass while clearly avoiding eye contact with you.

“What gave it away, the fake diamond tiara or the pink glittery sash?” You took another sip of your drink and admired his sharp jawline.

“Actually, it was the squealing, drunk women calling for more jello shots.” You nearly did a spit take as you coughed up a laugh. So he was cute and funny.

“She’s been my best friend since we were kids, although we couldn’t be less alike.” You chuckled lightly, surprised at how easy he was to talk to.

“What, you mean you don’t want sparkly props and jello shots at your bachelorette party?” The corner of his lips turned up in that sweet smile again.

“Ha! No way. If I ever get married, it’ll be very low-key.” You were already halfway done with your drink, and you felt warm and bubbly inside. You were a giggly and talkative drunk, so if you kept going, you’d be entering dangerous territory.

If he took note of your big if, he didn’t bring it up, which you were grateful for. You didn’t feel like opening that can of worms (also known as your ex-fiancé) tonight, especially with a stranger.

“So what do you do?” Akaashi asked. He spun on the barstool a little to face you. His cheeks were tinted pink. Your knees brushed for a millisecond and you felt a chill up your spine.

“I’m a landscape architect at a small, local company,” you replied, forcing out the words through your increasingly foggy brain. You finished your drink, motioned for the bartender, and asked for a glass of water. You took two big gulps, then said, “What about you?”

“I’m a manga editor.” Your jaw dropped as he rattled off a few of the manga he had worked on.

“I love those!” you gushed, reaching for his arm on the counter. You made eye contact with each other and you quickly removed your hand and placed it back in your lap. Your face was red hot, and not just because of the alcohol.

You chatted for a bit about work, hobbies, friends, etc. He played volleyball in high school, and his best friend (owl-haired Bokuto) now played professional volleyball for the MSBY Black Jackals.

While he talked, you took note of the enthusiasm in his voice when he talked about things he was passionate about. The admiration in his eyes when you talked about your friends. How intoxicatingly soft his lips looked and how fiercely his dark blue eyes bore their way into the deepest part of your heart.

Your buzz was already wearing off, so you couldn’t even blame your thoughts on the alcohol. Why were you so taken by him?

“Y/n?” Akaashi’s voice snapped you out of your thoughts.

“Sorry, what’d you say?” Your cheeks flushed, embarrassed.

“I said it looks like your friends are leaving.” He pointed to the door.

Sure enough, you glanced over to see all the ladies gathering to leave. The bride-to-be stumbled her way over to you.

“Heeeey,” she drawled. “So we’re gonna go back to the hotel now.”

“Oh ok…umm,” you paused, feeling Akaashi’s gaze on you. “I think I’ll stay here for a bit if that’s ok with you. I can catch an Uber home.”

“Of course of course girl.” She winked and leaned in for a sloppy hug. With her face next to yours, she whispered, “You better get some of that tonight.” You blushed. With a wink and a wave, she sauntered back to the group and headed out the door.

You looked at your phone to check the time. “Shit, it’s dead. So much for the Uber.”

“I can give you a ride, if you want,” Akaashi offered, fidgeting with his empty glass on the bar top.

“Oh, that’s really nice of you to offer. But what about your friend? He doesn’t seem quite ready to leave just yet.” You laughed a little as you both saw Bokuto playing skee-ball with a cute, tall brown-haired girl. He was loud and energetic, and she seemed to match his energy well. They high-fived.

“We drove separately; he’ll be ok.” Akaashi’s dark eyes were bright and eager.

A few minutes later, he opened the passenger door of his car and closed it before running around to the driver’s side. You gave him directions to your apartment, and it didn’t take long before you were idled on the curb out front. You weren’t ready to leave him yet, so it was now or never.

“Wanna walk me up?” you asked. Judging by his offer to give you a ride, you felt like he was into you, but you were awful at reading people, so you could never be sure.

“Oh, sure,” he stammered. Was his heart beating as fast as yours?

You made your way up the five flights of stairs (of course the elevator was out of service) to your apartment. Standing in front of your door, you nervously twisted your keys around your finger. The tension between you hung heavy in the air like a wet towel.

“Do you wanna see the place?” you offered.

“Sounds good to me,” he said. You led him inside your modest one-bedroom apartment.

“Can I get you something to drink?” you asked, tossing your keys on the entry table and guiding him to the kitchen.

“Water would be great,” he said, leaning his back against the counter.

You handed him a glass of water and grabbed one for yourself, leaning against the counter opposite him. You watched as his eyes scanned the room.

“It’s not much,” you confessed sheepishly.

“No, I love it,” he said sincerely. “You have so many plants; I would never be able to keep them all alive.” You both laughed.

“Yeah, most of them have come from friends over the years. I studied landscape architecture in college. Plants are kind of my thing.”

“That’s really neat.” He looked like he was biting back what he really wanted to say. You kept your gaze on him and damn he was hot. His hair, his eyes, his insanely sharp jawline. Everything about him was just so…magnetic.

“So how long have you—” he cut himself off. Then, “Oh, fuck it. God, I really want to kiss you.”

“I really want you to kiss me.” You admitted breathlessly.

He set his glass down and in two strides was standing in front of you. Without wasting time, he put his hands on your face and you buried yours in his hair (it was just as soft as you’d imagined). When your lips met, you felt like you were floating in another universe. He was soft and firm, and the way he took charge sent a shiver from your head to your toes. His tongue found yours and he tasted like beer and spearmint gum.

Eventually, you broke apart. He blushed and said, “Sorry, I don’t normally do this kind of stuff.”

You tried to catch your breath, but your heart was beating too fast.

“What do you mean? Go home with a random stranger and make out in her kitchen?”

He laughed. “Yeah, that. I’m a relationship guy, not a hook-up guy.”

“Who said anything about a hook-up?” You rested your arms around his neck. He looked puzzled.

“Oh, are we not going to…”

“Oh, we’re definitely going to. But who said it had to end there?” You grinned, and after a second, he caught on and smiled back, but it wasn’t his sweet smile anymore. This one was more…devious.

In one swift movement, he grabbed your legs and hoisted you onto the counter. He positioned himself between your legs, your dress hiked up to your waist, and pulled you close. The countertop was cold on your bare legs, but he was warm and you could feel his heart beating rapidly in his chest. You wrapped your legs around his waist and brought your lips to his again.

This time it felt more urgent. Less perfectionistic and more desperate, but in a good way. In a way that made you feel wanted, needed. You explored each other’s mouths a bit and then his lips were on your neck and you let out a small groan when he hit the spot that always gave you goosebumps. He chuckled a little.

“Don’t laugh at me,” you whispered. He chuckled again but continued to kiss your neck, collarbone, shoulders, any part of exposed skin he could reach. Your hands were tangled up in his dark hair, head thrown back. He ran his hands under your dress around the small of your back, then slowly caressed upward. You suddenly remembered your earlier decision to not wear a bra with this dress. You got goosebumps.

His lips returned to yours, occasionally biting your lip playfully. He lifted your dress up and grabbed your ass, not aggressively, but with a sense of burning urgency, like he needed to touch you everywhere to know you. You ran your tongue along his teeth, this time making him softly groan in pleasure.

“Bedroom,” you managed to get out between kisses and moans. Not breaking your lips apart, he picked you up, his soft hands warm against your cold thighs as he carried you to your bedroom. He set you down on the edge of the bed and pulled his lips from yours. You laid down as he kneeled and slowly and methodically kissed his way down your body until he reached your thighs. He looked you in the eye for consent and you nodded, desperate for him to explore you.

He hiked your dress up to your waist and began kissing your legs, making his way to your inner thigh. Your legs trembled and you let out a small whimper. He reached up under your dress and found your breasts, taking one in his hand and lightly running his finger over your nipple. You moaned louder, unable to stop the wetness from forming between your legs.

Just as his tongue was hovering over your panties, his hot breath tickling your wet skin, his phone rang.

“Shit,” he said, fumbling into his pocket for his phone. He pressed ignore. “Sorry, where were we?” You grinned as he lowered himself to you again and returned his tongue to its previous position. You whimpered softly and your legs continued to tremble.

Then, his phone rang again.

“Shit,” he repeated, this time looking at the caller before pressing ignore. “Sorry. Again.” You smiled, trying to remain in the heat of the moment and not let the interruption bother you.

But before he could even return to you, his phone rang a third time. You groaned, but not in pleasure this time.

He sighed, said, “So sorry, just give me one sec,” and swiped to answer it. Whoever was on the other end sounded like they were crying.

“Bokuto, just calm down, ok. It’s going to be fine. Where are you?” Akaashi said. Your mind flashed back to the image of owl-haired Bokuto at the arcade bar playing skee-ball with the pretty brunette.

“Ok, I’ll be right there.” Akaashi sighed as he ended the call. “I’m so sorry, but my friend needs me.”

“Everything ok?” you asked as you sat up on the edge of the bed.

“Yeah, he gets this way sometimes.” Akaashi sat next to you on the bed and put his hand on your knee. ”I guess the girl he was with was only flirting with him for the free drinks, so he’s pretty distraught about it. I’m the only one who knows how to get him out of his funk.”

“It’s ok, I understand,” you said with a smile. He was sweet, but you wanted to do one last thing before he left. You got up and stood in front of him. Then, you straddled his lap and wrapped your arms around his neck. You kissed him slowly and sensually, slightly moving your hips as you did. His eyes widened, but he grabbed your hips and his body tensed.

You gradually pulled your lips away from his. “Just a little something to remember me by,” you whispered in his ear.

“Oh trust me, I could never forget you.”

Tysm for reading!!! If you want to read more of my stuff, check out my ongoing Haikyuu fanfic, Turning Heads or my completed Haikyuu smau, Troublesome Trio. For all of my writing, see my masterlist.

#i just feel like there's not enough akaashi shit out there and I'm pretty sure he's my soulmate #someone matched me with him once and ever since I've been finding so many things in common so basically we're getting married #don't tell my husband lmao jk jk #akaashi keiji #akaashi x reader #akaashi x female reader #akaashi smut #kind of smutty?#idk you tell me #there are so many rules for fanfic on this site #i literally need a textbook for it #haikyuu #haikyuu fanfic #haikyuu fanfiction #hoperenae #fukurodani

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kuraniii · 2 years

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# haikyuu boys and their music tastes

𖧧 ft. sugawara k. akaashi k. oikawa t.

𖧧 a/n : just my opinion! i can make playlists and link them so if you want that then tell me and i’ll do it <3

𖧧 warnings : none ? i don’t think so anyways

# sugawara koushi

i feel like he would either be into totally chill music but like, music with meaning? if yk what i mean

like not just songs with words, songs that you can feel?

okok hear me out: bob marley. it might be a little bit of a stretch but think about it?

like if he has a crush: ‘is this love’

probably some taylor swift tbh

# akaashi keji

similar to suga tbh

like meaningful music and hear me out : jazz.

like without lyrics sometimes but like (john coltrane??)

might venture into r&b type stuff?

maybe sza ( dk if she’s considered r&b but still)

# oikawa t

kpop. like he’s a total fanboy. twice, itzy, mamamoo, everything

if he’s feeling himself definitely some nicki

again, taylor swift

probably marina and the diamonds

probably just shuffles his liked songs and calls it a playlist (i’m an oikawa kinnie , i do this 😭)

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translytherins · 2 years

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Akaashi: Hey [Y/n]... Can you do something for me?

[Y/n]: Of course I do! Your the love of my life and my best friend! I would do anything for you!

Akaashi: Then I wan't you to eat three meals a day and have a decent sleep schedule.

[Y/n]:...

Akaashi:...

[Y/n]: Absolutely not!

#anime #haikyuu #meme #anime memes #akaashi x female reader #akaashi keji x reader #akaashi x gender neutral reader #akaashi x you #haikyuu akaashi #akaashi keiji #haikyuu!!#who needs sleep #sleep is for the weak

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iloveblogging2 · 2 years

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https://t0wnspersonb.tumblr.com/post/631461955999268864/fallin-in-love-akaashi-keiji-x-reader

OKAY I THOUGHT IT WILL BE NICE TO WRITE A FUN PART TWO PLEASE FOLLOW THE ORIGINAL AUTHOR THIS IS FOR FUN

last night was strange kuroo was shocked and angry he dragged you to the teams room locked the door kenma was playing on his phone and the others were asleep .

‘guys we have a problem’ said kuroo well he kinda screamed (shirofuku and suzumeda heard and decided to watch)

‘what happened said’ kenma not looking up from his game

AKAASHI KISSED Y/N

WHAT said the team in unison (they woke up)

you felt like dying it was so embarrassing

lev and yamamato was dead

kai tries to calm them down

kenma just continued playing

inouka still slept

everyone ( apart from kuroo who already knew ) was shocked

meanwhile for fukourodani were well neutral shocked a bit apart from you guessed it bokuto

‘what! why didn't you tell me’ asked bokuto

because of this he replied

‘because of this’

it was late kuroo volunteered to take you back ‘no thanks’ you said

yamamato lev kuroo and yaku still followed you when you opened the door you saw the fukurodani managers

who smirked and said in unison ‘congrats’

the boys just gave them the death stare which sent them shivers

and they ran away leaving you with the boys you just left well ran before they could say anything you ran to the managers room and just crashed on your futon

it took a second before suzumeda and shirofuku screamed ‘i knew it’

‘knew what’ asked kiyoko

‘please don't’ you were cut off by suzumeda ‘she and akaashi are dating’

you just turn more red redder than your teams tracks suit

kiyoko just said ‘i see’ (shes pretty calm)

i closed my eyes five minutes later the girls got bored and off the light

you thought things couldn't be worse

you were dead wrong

in the morning it was awkward

it didn't help you turned redder each time you saw akaashi

he acted the same way and the first time you saw him when you were going to help in the kitchen

‘ohayo’ he said

‘ohayo’ you replied

‘sunemase’ he said

‘its o-o-o kay s-s-soo how are things’

‘fine’

before he could say anyting else he was cut off by yamamato huh what so are you two dating y/n you know you cant date him

‘ple-e-ase e-e-xcuse me’ you said and left

breakfast was strange after prayers bokuto screamed

‘AKAASHI AND YN ARE DATING’

great now everyone knew

great you thought you havent even started eating

‘please excuse me’ you said as you stand up

and ran to the gym

akaashi followed you

when you both were in the gym he sayed sorry and you both set the net and talked you forgot about it so did akaashi

at some point you grabbed a ball so did akaashi you both turned red

then kuroo and yamamato screamed ‘akaashi what are you doing’

‘oi leave them alone’ said bokuto who was watching you two

the bickering continued till you couldnt take it anymore

‘STOP! IT ALL OF YOU’

omg you were so red but not red with embarrassment but with anger

the gym turned silent

you then became red with embarrassment

sunemase you said then ran

you didn't come back till dinner time and that was because the other mangers forced you

nobody disturbed you which was nice yachi kept you company too (she was sleeping before you came to the room)

as you were going back to the managers room

someone held your hand it was kuroo ‘uh listen we need to talk’

before you could reply he dragged you to nekoma room

there the boys apologized

‘u - um no problem’ you said

‘so are you two going to start dating’ ask kenma not looking away from his phone

‘u -um wakar-ranai’ you replied

‘soka’ you replied

you excused yourself

as you were going to your room you realised tomorrow is the final day

you texted akaashi if he wanted to meet up on the weekend after the camp

he said yes

you smiled to yourself

you finally got the guy you always wanted and you shut your phone and slept

please dont judge me i dont know english much and i am new here

also sorry if it is quick or cringey

#akaashikejixshyreader #akaashi x female reader #akaashi scenarios #haikyuu x reader #scenarioshaikyuuu akaashixshy akaashixshyreader

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yuu-kumeii · 5 months

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Your husband says he's not the clingy type.

But sometimes he'll just suddenly walk into the room and plop himself on your lap, curling into himself to make sure every part of him is in your warmth. Smushing his face into your neck, inhaling your comforting scent. Taking your hand and putting it on his head, a signal for you to start playing with his hair. Letting out sighs of content in between his little 'I love you's, it feels like both of you are ready to doze off...

And then he'll get up and walk out like it was nothing, leaving you there baffled, confused, and betrayed. He does this multiple times a day too. It happens so much that you automatically open your arms the second you see him, ready to be swallowed up in his figure —for what you assume to be 5 minutes—.

Your husband says he's not the clingy type, but do you really believe that?

SAKUSA, AKAASHI <333, Kita, Osamu, Kenma, Iwaizumi, Kageyama, Kuroo (He would walk past you just to see your reaction)

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nova-amor · 5 months

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akaashi keiji has a thing for doing drive-bys while you’re in the middle of a task. whether you’re in the middle of cooking dinner or typing away the final words of an at-home work assignment, he always finds a way to get his hands, or better yet, his mouth on you.

“nice tits,” keiji says with a smile, thick rimmed glasses resting on the hook of his nose. he squats down in front of you, your body sprawled out across the living room couch. “it’d be a shame if i…” his fingers hook onto the straps of your black bralette, peeling the lacy piece aside.

you smirk, “kei-kun, i’m in the middle of a show right now,” keiji’s lips pepper kisses across your bare chest, his glasses hanging loosely on the edge of his nose while his large hands softly knead at your breasts. his head barely blocks the view of the television, your show continuing to play faintly in the background. “leave me alone.” you say half-heartedly.

“so you aren’t tryna fuck?” keiji releases your nipple with a loud ‘pop’, your skin glistening with a thin sheen of his spit. he rolls your other nipple between his fingers, tweaking and tugging at the puffy bud. you arch into his touch, the heat between your thighs growing hotter.

“well,” you trail off, pondering over his question for a moment. “maybe after i finish this episode, the show’s just starting to get good.”

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hvshinas · 3 months

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Devour

Summary : Your King was absolutely insatiable.

Warnings : sexual themes, grammatical errors

A/N : Akaashi might be OOC to some, but I think I just made him even more cheeky than usual. Historical AU, but some of the dialect might be wrong

“This is a horrible idea Your Highness”

You say as you back away slowly. Arms held out as you try to keep the force in front of you away, but your back meets the cold surface of the brick wall behind you and you know that you can’t escape. You’re trapped.

“My love, just a little taste wouldn’t hurt '' he purrs as he presses your hands to his chest before sliding his own to your waist, blue eyes glimmering with mischief.

To the public eye Akaashi Keiji, the newly crowned king of the Kingdom of Ashshire, was the paragon of dignity and respect.

He commanded a room with little to no effort due to his imposing figure. His shoulders were always facing forward, never slouched. He looked directly into the eyes of those that spoke to him, and his confidence and pride never faltered in the presence of those considered of higher standing than him, but he was humble. Never believing himself to be better than others. He was kind. Always going out of his way to take care of the people of his new kingdom and it was one of the reasons you fell in love with him before you even knew that he was your betrothed, however that’s a story for another day.

But what the kingdom didn’t know. What the castle and all its employees didn’t know was that their new king had an insatiable appetite and he would eat whenever he felt like it — even if that was at the wedding of one of his closest friends.

“King Akaashi, this is neither the time nor place for such activities we both have duties to perform” you say with bated breath pushing against his chest to try and distant yourself from him

You feel his grip tighten around your waist as his lips travel down the length of your neck to the exposed tops of your breasts.

“Keiji ~” you whine “Keiji we truly do not have the time”

“My queen, I no longer have the patience to see you out of this dress. I need just a taste before we return”

His lips are on yours in an instant, tongue making a home in your mouth as he tries to memorize how you taste. Your tongue begins to move in time with his own, you’d like to believe that it’s against your will, but as you taste the remnants of the mulled wine he drank during dinner you can’t help the way you press your body into his and throw your arms around his neck, tangling your hands into the loose hair at the base of his neck

He soon pulls away, a smile tugging at his lips

“All that protest from you my queen, yet you’ve stopped trying to escape from my embrace. Wasn’t this, to quote your earlier statement, “neither the time nor place for such activities when we both have duties to perform”?

“Keiji, if you don’t put your lips against me I swear,” but he’s already on his knees before you, tossing the skirt of your dress over his head to claim his prize — your cunt.

He groans at the sight of you bare, glistening with your arousal. You wanted this just as badly as he and he would make sure to deliver.

He pulls his head from under you skirt, eyes blown in lust before he speaks

“Were you yearning for this my love? Your lips said differently, but your cunt, your cunt is weeping for me.”

And before you can respond to his brazen words he slips two fingers into your pulsing channel, ripping a moan from your throat that is far too loud for this tiny corridor to contain.

“Kei, your mouth, please your mouth”

“Whatever, my queen desires”

And then he’s back under your skirt, sealing his lips to your clit and moving his fingers against the soft, spongy wall of your vagina, pulling a pitiful cry from your throat.

You feel the coil in your stomach wind tighter and tighter at his ministrations and before you can even warn him that your about to tumble over the precipice you feel the coil break and you’re cumming all over the King’s face.

Your chest rises and falls rapidly as you try and steady your breathing, but it’s once again stolen from you as Keiji looks deep into your eyes as he sucks your essence from his fingers

“I can’t get enough of your taste my Queen. You’re sweeter than the finest wines and honeys. I could just devour you”

And as you see how strained he is against his trousers you know that there’s no possible way you’re going to make it back to the banquet hall on time to complete your duties

You would make sure to thoroughly apologize to Bokuto and his wife at a later time, you think as you line Keiji’s cock with your aching cunt.

Yes, you would definitely make sure the two of you apologized.

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