#keiji x you

[kiyoobi]

treating keiji on his birthday

minors dni

It started with him insisting on exploring your body and appreciating every curve and sharp plane you have. He took his time tracing his fingers down your skin, admiring the way your skin soaked in the moonlight. That night he spent all his time on you, demonstrating the way he understood your body. Your throat was raw, thick with tears as he made you cum over and over. Your voice was cracked as you moaned out praises, praises that made him impossibly harder and desperate to hear more. His gentle hands, the way they slipped off your old underwear, the way they gingerly removed your hands from blocking his view of your glistening cunt, every movement showed his love. His soft kisses that assured you he didn’t care you didn’t have time to shave. Keiji gave you everything.

And yet you see the way he nitpicks at himself. Keiji never speaks on it, but you see the way he makes himself smaller under the eyes of others. The way he stares at his hands, the wrinkle between his eyebrows that forms as he mentally criticizes his cracked skin, the callouses from years of editing, the swollen knuckles forever tinted pink from moments he wishes he didn’t have. You see the way he comes up behind you in the mirror, his eyes and words full of love and adoration that only dissipates when he glances at himself.

You didn’t force him to be in front of a mirror, not wanting to push himself too far out of his comfort zone. Instead you covered the mirror with a towel and stood in front of him, gently removing his sweatshirt. He’s left shirtless and you see the way his arms twitch, wanting to cover his body even though there’s no fault in sight. His chest flushes red when you slowly kiss down his torso, soft and gentle like he always is with you. Keiji mutters softly, something about you still being dressed but you let his words fall out from his swollen lips onto stubborn ears. His breath hitches when you get to his waistband, anticipating your lovely mouth on his hardening cock.

Keiji glances down at you confused when you turn him around, his face growing hotter when he feels your lips on the small of his back. He lets out a small gasp when your teeth graze his skin and he feels you leaving marks, never realizing how sensitive he is there.

“I love seeing your back,” Your voice is soft. “Even when you’re fully dressed, I love seeing it. It reminds me of how strong you are, how much you’re willing to be there for me and it makes me want to be better.” You don’t see the way his eyes flutter shut, already feeling overwhelmed by your touches and now your words.

“I especially don’t mind this,” You giggle and playfully squeeze his ass. Keiji lets out a quick, surprised laugh, he’s embarrassed and yet he can’t help but roll his eyes at you. His breath hitches when you reach around and cup him, ripping a low moan from him.

“Please touch me,” his voice breaks at your name and you move your hand away from him. Your lips trailing up his back and between his shoulder blades, sending chills down his spine.

“I am, Keiji.” Your voice teases him. “You spend so much time loving me, telling me how beautiful I am inside and out. I can never fully repay you with how much you love me, but I want to try every day showing you the same.”

Before he can respond, you gently nudge over him to your shared bed. His back hits the soft mattress, skin tingling where you’ve left your bites. Keiji looks up at you as you straddle him, eyes glistening in the moonlight wondering what he did to ever deserve someone like you. No one has ever taken the time to see him, to understand his insecurities, always brushing them off. Until you.

You. You. You.

It’s all he can think of when it’s your lips easily finding his most sensitive spots, muffled words of how much you love each part of him.

His throat that holds his lovely voice, the very one that sings softly in the shower and holds the laugh you fell in love with.

His cheeks that blush so easily, always giving away what he’s feeling even though he tries so hard to not get so flustered around you.

His thoughts turn fuzzy when you start to suck on his tongue, your hands lightly pinching his nipples. When you pull away with lips glistening, he vaguely hears how much you love the way he speaks.

You. You. He loves you.

His soft noises grow louder when your hot tongue is on his skin again, brushing against his sensitive nipples while he whimpers at your teasing bites.

Keiji is panting by the time you reach his hips again, his belly quaking under your hot touch. You look up at him with a sweet smile when he gives out a desperate whine, eyes cutting so deep into him he wants to look away and yet…He’s drawn to the way your knuckles drag down his skin, your hands pulling down his sweats freeing his aching cock.

“No underwear?” Your voice is light, teasing. “I thought you were a good boy, I didn’t know you were so dirty.”

“N-no, I’m your good boy, please.” His voice strains as your fingers brush past his cock and grab his hand instead.

“You are, you are, Keiji.” You reassure him with a kiss against his knuckles, “See these?” Your question pulls his eyes to your intertwined fingers. “They create, they hold, they’re attached to you. I love your hands, Keiji, and those flaws you hate are what I love them so much for.” Keiji’s plump lips murmur your name, his words trail off and muffle when you slip his fingers into your mouth, his cock twitching at the way you hold his gaze.

You pop off his fingers, “Your hands ground me, they make me come undone, they tease me. I love your hands. I love you.” You move over him again, your nipples peeking through his old shirt catches his attention only briefly until you lead his soaked fingers under your shorts.

He chokes on another moan when you slip his fingers between your thighs, fingers that instinctively move to collect your slick and rub circles against your clit. Somehow you manage to kick off your shorts and underwear, all while leaning in to whisper declarations of love into his ear.

“I can’t change how you see yourself in one night, Keiji. But dammit I’ll spend every minute convincing you how beautiful you are to me.” You take his hand from between your thighs and pin it down by his head, words straining as you rub his cock between your wet folds.

“Keiji,” you moan when you start to sink down into his cock. “My sweet boy, my baby. I love you so much.”

He answers back with your name in a gasp, head falling back against the pillows when he feels how tight and wet you are for him. He knows you haven’t prepped, he must be stretching you out too much right now, but you’re still so wet for him. Is it all because of him? All from just you exploring his body?

“Keiji, please. Be my good boy and let me hear how good you feel,” You don’t give yourself much time to adjust to his length when you start to rock your hips against his.

His moans rise in the bedroom, intertwining with the sounds of your bodies against the other. His cock stretches you out and fills you so deliciously, not even you can hold back any longer. Praises tumble out from you now, praises that shoot into his heart and you can feel his cock throbbing inside you. Your teeth are against the pulse point in his neck again, and he moans grow raspier feeling your soothing tongue on his broken skin. Keiji’s hands grip the fat on your hips, fingertips digging tighter when you clench your pussy around him.

Your hands tug at his hair with each roll of his hips against yours, his breathy moans growing impossibly louder.

“I’m- fuck, baby I’m gonna-” His hand is shaky when he moves his fingers between your thighs again, desperately rubbing your swollen clit to get you to fall faster over the edge. His sweet noises make your pussy clench tighter, both of you aren’t going to last long and yet you both want to stay like this forever.

“Cum for me, Keiji. Be good and cum inside me,” You wish you didn’t sound like you were begging, but you can’t hold back much longer. His cock never fails to brush against your g-spot, and even when tonight is focused on him, somehow Keiji still manages to roll his hips in the way that makes your mind go blank and eyes roll back.

Keiji’s nose brushes against yours, lips desperate to find yours when he feels his balls tightening. Whines and moans are muffled and hum against your tongues when you both tumble over the edge, your pussy clamping down to milk him for all that he’s got. The kiss breaks between both of you gasping for air, clammy hands reaching towards the other to hold you both closer. His eyes flutter open and find yours, words unsaid are held in your guys’ gaze. Keiji’s cheeks are dusted pink, brightening when he feels his cum dripping out from you onto his thighs.

Your hips jut forward to ride out your orgasm and your heart flutters at his small whines, his cock so sensitive already. You’re nowhere near done with him tonight.

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a/n: another oldie but a goodie! happy birthday keiji!!

[kingdaddydaichi]

⚯ title: muse

⚯ pairing: k. akaashi x f!writer!reader

⚯ wc: 3333

⚯ warnings: nsfw, mdni, (mention of) nihilism, dry humping, almost no foreplay (unless, like me, you count engaging akaashi's mind), clothed sex, oral (f receiving), akaashi being charming af

⚯ notes: my first akaashi fic, y'all. feedback is greatly appreciated.

The very first time you saw Keiji he was standing in one of the aisles at your favorite bookstore with his nose buried in Beyond Good and Evil. With one arm crossed and the opposite elbow propped against it, he pored through its pages. His lips were pursed in concentration, eyes narrowed behind black, rectangular frames. He appeared to be too young to be a professor of philosophy, but he certainly carried himself like one, unwittingly captivating you with his quiet, uncontrived confidence. So much so, in fact, that you almost didn’t hear him when he spoke to you.

Taking a step back away from the shelves, he said, “My apologies, am I in your way?”

“O-oh. No, not at all. I was just wondering…” The intensity of his dark green eyes laser-focused on you threatened to turn you into a blubbering mess, but you managed to keep it together. “...do you find it difficult to read Nietzsche?”

The corner of his mouth twitched as he pushed his glasses up to the bridge of his nose. “Sometimes. For me, a lot of it depends on the translation and the subject matter. Obviously, the more interested you are in a topic, the easier it is to read, generally speaking. What do you think?”

A nervous laugh bubbled from your lips as you averted your eyes, a bit embarrassed to admit the truth. “I haven’t tried, actually. For the last few years I’ve been sorta interested in nihilism, but I’ve always heard that his works tend to be a bit boring and dry.”

He closed the book, its pages coming together in a whisper as he tucked it under his arm. “If you’re interested in nihilism, you might try reading The Will to Power.” He reached out and pulled a book from the shelf before handing it to you. “It’s also one of his easier books to read, in my opinion, so it might be a good place for you to start.” 

You reached for the book, his warm fingers brushing against yours as he handed it over. The subtle smirk that played on his lips made you wonder if it was intentional. Smiling, you glanced at the cover before looking up at the raven-haired man. 

“Okay, I think I will. Thank you so much for the recommendation, …umm…”

“Oh.” He transferred the book under his other arm and extended his hand. “Keiji. Pleasure to meet you.”

You slipped your hand into his, noticing for the first time how long his fingers are while the softness of your skin filled his thoughts. “Nice to meet you, too, Keiji. I’m (y/n).”

He nodded and looked at his phone. “Well, (y/n), I’ve still got about half an hour to kill. Would you uh-” There was a fleeting crack in his confidence and a light dusting of pink on the apples of his cheeks. “Would you care to join me for coffee in the cafe?”

You smiled. “I’d love to. I walked by there on my way in and I’ve been craving a matcha latte ever since.”

A small smile graced his lips in return. “Let’s go get you that matcha latte, then!” he insisted, making you laugh.

He found the fact that you thought he would make an excellent philosophy professor both amusing and flattering. At the same time, you were surprised and fascinated to learn that he was in fact an editor for a major manga publisher, though he was still working towards his dream of becoming a literary editor instead. When you told him that you write fiction in your spare time, he was floored. “Shut up, no fucking way!” From that moment forward, he knew he was a goner for you. Your conversation flowed effortlessly and the half hour was tragically over much too soon. You tried to argue with Keiji when he paid for your beverage, but he was having none of it. 

“It’s the least I can do for you after allowing me to enjoy your company. A penny for your thoughts, as the saying goes.”

Your cheeks warmed at his charming words. “Thank you, Keiji, for the matcha latte and the reading material,” you said, holding up the book he’d given you. “The pleasure’s been all mine. Shame we can’t stay and talk longer.”

“Do you think maybe we can get together for coffee again another day when we both have more time?”

You tucked a strand of hair behind your ear and smiled. “Yeah, I’d like that a lot.” You were playing it nice and cool, but squealing like a schoolgirl on the inside.

As you created new contacts for yourselves in each other’s phones, Keiji said, “Tell you what. If you wanna hold off on buying The Will to Power, I have a copy at home you can borrow if you want? Like a ‘try before you buy’ type thing?”

“Oh, that’s a great idea for sure!”

“Cool. I’ll be sure to bring it with me next time we see each other.”

Less than an hour later, once he’d gotten back to his office, he texted you. “How about this weekend? Maybe dinner first, then coffee?”

You had to fight back the scream that threatened to erupt from your throat. “Absolutely, that sounds amazing!”

The text that he responded with damn near did you in. “It’s a date then.”

A couple of weeks and a small stack of his books sitting on your coffee table later, he’d texted late one afternoon to let you know there was a deadline for a big editorial project coming up and he’d have to work late for the next few days. 

“Can you come by my place after work one night? I wanna see you…”

“As long as you’re sure it won’t be too late. I don’t want you staying up past your bedtime on my account.”

“Keiji. I’m a writer. I don’t have a bedtime lol.”

“Tsk. That’s not good for you though. We’ll have to remedy that.”

“So will you come over tonight?”

“Yeah, it’ll probably be close to nine but I’ll let you know when I’m on my way.”

“K, I’ll be here waiting for you.”

“Can’t wait to see you again.”

“Same. Miss you, Keij.”

You sat with your knees pulled toward your chest and your face buried in your hands, watching Keiji through the slits between your fingers as he sat next to you on your sofa, reading your latest draft. You’d been too embarrassed to show him any of your writing before now. 

He’d told you on your first date that he’d love to read some of your work sometime, but he also understood better than most how apprehensive writers can be about letting people they know read their stuff. Something about the way he never pressured you though made you decide that it was probably safe to share it with him. 

So, when he came over that night, you offered it up to him and watched his eyes light up. “Really? Are you sure?”

“Yeah. I think so. Just, please…do be gentle?”

He chuckled and pecked you on the lips. “Of course, I will.”

From the first time you saw him, your soul lost its balance and fell in love with watching Keiji read - the way his eyebrow quirks when he reads something interesting or unexpected; the way a puff of air escapes his nose as a small smile plays at the corners of his lips when he finds something funny or amusing. You loved the way he’d mindlessly run a fingertip over the corners of an open book’s pages as he read. There was something soothing about watching Keiji do what he loves most. 

This time, however, you were anything but calm.

“Well,” he exhaled, pulling his glasses off.  

You watched and waited with bated breath. “Is that a good ‘well’ or a bad ‘well’?”

“Do you want my personal opinion or my professional opinion?”

“Both?”

“Professionally speaking, it’s engaging and well-written. I think your audience would definitely get sucked in. I almost forgot I was reading, which is always a good thing.”

Your hands dropped to your chest to clutch your writer heart as it leapt at his praise. “And personally?”

He opened his mouth and dragged his hand down his face as he laughed quietly. “That was fucking hot.”

Your hands flew to your mouth, muffling your voice. “Really?”

He nodded, his green irises darkened by his pupils. “Let’s just say I’m really glad I’m sitting down right now because otherwise, this would potentially be pretty awkward,” he said, glancing at his lap.

Your mouth fell open in a gasp, eyes widening. “Keiji! Did it make you…are you…hard?”

He shifted against the back of the couch, keeping his arm strategically placed over his thigh. “I can lie to you if it makes things less weird.”

“It doesn’t make things weird, but I’m not sure I believe you. How do I know you’re not lying right now?”

He raised his eyebrows at you. “You want me to prove it to you?”

You nodded. If he was lying, you were calling his bluff.

He shook his head. “All right…” He situated himself lower in his seat and leaned back, relaxing to let his long legs fall open. Sure enough, there was an unmistakable bulge at the top of his left thigh. The distinct shape of his erection pressed uncomfortably against his khaki-colored slacks. 

You mumbled the first word that came to mind: “Impressive.” Before you had a chance to think about what you were doing, your body moved on its own as if by primal drive. Keiji watched as you edged closer to him, resting his arm against the back of the sectional as a welcoming invitation. 

With your knees pressing against the same leg as his chub, his dark gaze read the flicker of fire and curiosity in your eyes. He raised his hand to cup your cheek, bringing your face ever closer, searching for any hint of hesitation on your part. 

Before he could make his move, your lips were on his, softly pressing into them. He let out a low chuckle and kissed you back, his thinner lips slotting perfectly between yours. Both of you opened your mouths at the same time, your tongues meeting halfway to push over each other. Keiji’s teeth grazed your tongue; you responded with a soft suck on his bottom lip, making both of you smile into the kiss. 

Your knees trembled beneath you, too weak to maintain your position. Just as you placed your hand on his shoulder to steady yourself, he grabbed you by the waist and pulled you onto his lap. Straddling him, you could feel his hard length pressing against the back of your thigh. 

“M’sorry,” he breathed. “Am I being too forward?”

“No.” You pressed your lips into his next kiss. “Please, Keiji. Don’t stop.”

That was all the encouragement he needed. His large hands slid down to your bottom, squeezing the flesh there between his long, slender fingers. “I’ve been meaning to tell you what a great ass you have.”

Your laugh whispered against his lips. “Yeah? Think so?”

“Oh, hell yes. Been dying to grab it like this,” he said before teasing your tongue with his teeth again.

“Grab it all you want. Mm…feels good.” Your fingers massaged the back of his neck before carding through his shaggy black locks.

“Yeah? Y’know what feels good to me?”

“Tell me, Keiji. I wanna know everything,” you moaned as he pulled you closer, creating friction against his cock and groaning as his warm pre oozed out onto his thigh.

“Mnnfuck, (y/n), that…that feels amazing,” he murmured against your lips. 

His hands slipped underneath your shirt to massage your tits through your sports bra. He was rewarded when another moan spilled from your lips, followed by a short gasp as his kisses blazed a trail along your jawline. You squirmed on his lap, craving the sensation of his hard cock against your soaking slit.

“Mm damn,” Keiji whispered, his head falling back against the couch as you rode him, his hips rolling to dry hump you right back.

“Keij? I’m sorry,” you said, raising up from his lap.

Concern began to swirl in his lustful eyes as he opened them to check on you. “(Y/n), what’s wrong? Too much?”

“No,” you breathed. “Not enough. I need-” You hesitated, worried that you were going to come across a lot sluttier than you intended.

His hands cupped your face as yours roamed his chest and shoulders. “What is it? Tell me what you need, (y/n).”

You worked your bottom down towards his knees as your fingers got to work on the buttons of his shirt. He helped, freeing you up to start on his belt as you looked him in the eye. “I don’t want you to think less of me for this, but…” His belt now undone, you worked to get his pants open, fingers shaking with anticipation and need.

“Tell me, (y/n),” Keiji said. “I won’t think any less of you for being honest with me.”

“I need you. Now, Keiji.” You reached into his pants and pulled his straining cock out, stroking it and spreading his precum along his shaft.

“Oh fuck, (y/n)...” he moaned, his mouth hanging open as he watched you pull your tiny shorts and panties to one side and position yourself at his tip.

“Need you inside me, Keij,” you whined as you started sinking down around the head of his hot cock.

His pretty eyes rolled back as your heat encased him, so tight he thought he might pass out. You cried out at the blissful agony provided by the burning stretch of his cock as you worked him in, slowly easing yourself further down his thick shaft a little at a time. You’d only taken about half of him when he felt your slick leaking down the underside of his cock.

“Ohh…mm…take what you need, baby. Fuck, you feel so good…so damn tight.”

“Oh god, Keiji, your cock feels amazing…stretching me open so perfectly.”

“That’s it, take your time…” he whispered, gritting his teeth to keep from giving you one hard thrust of his hips to wedge himself all the way inside you at once.

You bottomed out around him, his full balls twitching against the crack of your ass. He kissed you slow and deep, still feeling a little light-headed at the way your hot, gummy walls clenched around him, waiting patiently until you were ready to start moving.

You raised your hips off him, drawing a sigh from his lips as you slid up and down on his cock a little at a time. Pretty soon, you were gliding along his shaft with ease, gasping and moaning his name as your hips rocked against his. Keiji’s hands gripped your butt, pulling you along in time with your thrusts and whispering words of praise and encouragement in your ear. 

“Mmfuck, Keiji?” you whined.

Without another word he began thrusting up into you, his fingertips gripping your butt and thighs with bruising pressure as he built up his speed and intensity. Something about the way he moved hit different and you let him take control, swearing about how good his cock felt. 

“Yeah, baby,” you whimpered. “Fuck me, Keiji…”

“Shit, baby, hang on…” 

You tightened your hold around his neck as he leaned forward. It only took a beat for him to pick you up and lay you down across the couch. Without pulling out, he managed to work his pants and boxers further down his thighs but was too impatient to take them off. His now naked hips flexed between your thighs as he rutted into you with more force. Your cries became more desperate and he knew he needed to get you off soon because he was getting dangerously close.

He swore and pulled out, leaving you whining and reaching for him.

“Don’t worry, baby, I’m not done. Just need to get these fucking shorts off you…”

You eagerly lifted your hips to let him pull your shorts and panties down together. You got one leg out and he huffed, “Good enough,” before lining himself up and plunging back into your wet heat, forcing loud moans out of both of you.

He continued his ravenous pace, pushing one of your thighs back, then the other; angling his hips until he could feel himself bumping against the rough texture of your sweet spot.

“Ohfuck, Keij, ohgodfuck…” He planted his hands on either side of you, keeping your knees back with the crooks of his elbows, skin slapping against wet skin as he drove you closer to the edge. “Hmm…you’re gonna mm- gonna make me…fuck, Keiji! Gonna cum, baby!” Your whole body went rigid as your cunt convulsed around his pulsing cock.

“Shit, baby, me too,” he whispered urgently. “Where?”

“Inside me, Keiji…”

He grunted as he forced himself as deep as he could go. “Fuck, I’m cumming, (y/n)...” His hips stilled and shook. You could feel the force of his orgasm; his cock twitched inside you, releasing long ropes of his creamy, white seed against your walls until he was spent.

Neither of you wanted to move as your chests heaved together, your arms wrapped tightly around Keiji’s back as he breathed against your neck, planting lazy kisses there.

“Promise you don’t think any less of me?” you asked breathlessly, the oxytocin flooding your system putting you on the verge of tears, scared that maybe he’d be put off by your neediness and eagerness to have sex with him.

He lifted his head up to meet your eyes with his emerald hues. “I promise,” he whispered, kissing you softly while running his fingers through your hair. “You were just being honest about what you wanted. I think it’s sexy.”

You bit your lip and smiled, admiring the way his messy hair had fallen forward as he looked down at you. “I think you’re sexy, Keiji.”

He smiled one of his rare toothy smiles. “Thank you, I’m glad we were able to reach a consensus about our findings on sexiness.”

“Ohmygod, yes. Talk nerdy to me, baby,” you teased, both of you laughing. 

You both stayed like that a while longer, still mostly dressed with his softening cock nestled inside your sticky cunt, exchanging sweet proclamations of your mutual desire to be together. 

“What do you say we take this to your bedroom and get the rest of these clothes off?” He pushed himself off you and helped you up before pulling his pants up so he could walk. 

“Keiji, I swear your mind is teeming with so many great ideas,” you said, reaching for him. 

He had you jump up so he could loop his arms under your legs as you wrapped them around his waist. “Think you’ll ever write about us?” he smirked as he carried you to bed. 

You threaded your fingers into his hair and kissed him. “Who said I haven’t already?”

He hummed as he lowered you down onto the bed. “I’d love to read it sometime,” he said, lifting your shirt over your head. 

You pushed his button up off his shoulders as he let his pants fall to the floor with a clatter of his belt buckle. You eyed his slim but cut torso and licked your lips just before he kissed you. Opening your eyes to meet his, you said, “You already have.”

He groaned and smirked against your lips. “Well, as your muse,” he started, slipping his hand between your thighs as his hardening cock bounced in its freedom. “I’m honored to give you all the inspiration you need.” 

He lowered himself between your open legs and kissed your clit before licking and sucking your combined spend, cleaning your pussy with a lavish tongue bath just so he could make a mess of it all over again. 

feedback and reblogs are greatly appreciated!

[otakugoddes]

"Pretty Boy" Keiji Akaashi x Reader

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Featuring: Keiji Akaashi

Warnings: ⚠️MDNI! Riding, Mentions of blowjobs, Orgasm Denial, Dirty Talk and mild profanity, Overstimulation, Pet names (pretty boy), Implied fem bodied reader.⚠️

Type: SMUT

Scenario: Keiji is just so fucking pretty, and you cant help but wanna turn him into an even prettier mess.

Fem bodied reader (no pronouns)

"My pretty boy"

A/n: He really is fucking pretty and I would die for him. Like he could pour hot soup into my lap and I'd say thank you Keiji-sama (coz I love soup). Dont mind me being a simp for him.

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"You're so pretty...even when you're falling apart under me!" You cooed at Keiji who was currently a whimpering mess beneath you due to being overstimulated.

He was sensitive after being sucked off twice and now being ridden by you like your life depended on it. But somehow you were preventing him from cumming for the past three times in a row, clenching every time he got close and stopping.

"You like this, don't you? You like it when I'm mean and fuck you for my own needs huh?" He heard your words but could only groan out loud when you bounced faster on his aching dick.

He supposed he was being punished for something he did or something he didn't do, but it was torture nonetheless. Being less than an inch close to the pure bliss of releasing and having it stripped from him all because you decided it would be fun to toy with him.

"But I suppose you would be falling apart, since I barely let you cum! You must be oh-so desperate for it, aren't you pretty boy?" You taunted, watching his lips part and those deliciously attractive pants and whimper-come-mewls escape them.

He was a damn Greek god in all his beauty, looking like he stepped out of an aesthetic portrait that ought to be hidden from undeserving, prying eyes.

His silken raven locks now messier than ever sticking to his skin, the apples of his cheeks now flushed with crimson, his soft lips spewing profanities and distorted versions of your name here and there.

But his eyes were holding you in place.

Because by the heavens were those lustful, dazed, teary eyes doing things to you.

"Please...," a soft whisper, almost inaudible over the sound of slapping skin.

You perked up, "What was that pretty boy? Tell me what you want?"

He bit his lip at your sadistic tone, not wanting to say it but desperately wanting to cum this time around.

You saw his hesitation and stilled, stopping riding him.

"I said tell me what you want!" You demanded with a smirk, knowing that stopping was drawing his chance of release away.

You pressed further, leaning closer to him and teasing your slit up and down his throbbing dick, making him pant and whine.

"Please...," he whimpered.

"Please what, pretty boy?" You leaning down and biting his lip.

"Please let me cum baby...please please please let me!" He gave up and begged, begged you like a bitch in heat, which was satisfying to hear your normally composed boyfriend's voice crack and such a high pitch in a whine.

The smirk on your face was definitely showing how the way he begged went to your ego.

"That's my pretty boy!" You chuckled and he gasped aloud when you lowered yourself onto him again and rode him faster than before.

"You gonna cum pretty boy?" You asked him in shaky pants when you felt his dick twitch inside of you.

"G-gonna cum!" He stuttered and you giggled, bouncing off his dick until you felt him shudder and he finally let go (for real this time).

The sound that came from him when he did cum was heavenly, a mix between a whimper and guttural groan.

You got off him and he lay beside him panting for air, just like he was.

"So...pretty! My pretty boy!" You kissed his jawline.

Keiji laid his head on your shoulder and tried to catch his breathe, and if he was being honest....he liked the name "Pretty Boy" waaaaay to much coming from your lips.

And if you liked it, then he'd be your pretty boy.

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[teamatsumu]

do you? i do. (akaashi keiji x reader)

summary: you lose a bet, so now you have to confess to your crush. for my valentine’s day event - theme: confessions.

word count: 1461

tags: @nishayuro @kitas-tapioca @kakashineedstotouchgrass @amisuh @avis-writeshq @samanthaa-leanne @akaashi-todorki @sp1ng @kur0obaby @bleach-your-panties @pinkiipeachiikeen @keiva1000 @msbyomimi @sleepyxxhead @kindnessspreads

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Turns out, promising to do ‘anything you want’ wasn’t something Konoha Akinori took lightly. Especially not when you add Bokuto Koutaro to the mix. Konoha was a sly opportunist, while Bokuto wasn’t embarrassed by anything, so it was a deadly combination.

You didn’t know why you let yourself be talked into making a stupid, silly bet with the two boys. Konoha had a talent to goad, and he managed to successfully goad you. So when you lost the bet (really, why did you think having a physical competition with two volleyball players was a good idea), it was like Konoha had his winning prize ready. The request fell from his lips like he had been practicing it for days.

Which he probably had. The menace.

So here you were, hands shaking violently as you put away water bottles and towels, cleaning up the club room and taking all the time in the world to change back into your uniform. The other managers had offered to wait for you so you could walk home together, but you encouraged them to go on, saying you had some stuff to organize before you left so it would take time. You didn’t need them to stick around to see you horrifically embarrass yourself when you confessed your silly crush and got rejected. Already Konoha was making all the boys stay behind to witness the moment. You couldn’t bear to have your closest friends see it too.

You locked the club room behind yourself before slowly and painfully making your way to the gym. You could hear the thuds of volleyballs and squeaks of shoes as the boys noisily cleaned up. They were talking and laughing amongst themselves, and you felt your nerves tighten even more. This was the worst possible place and time to confess. The chances of public humiliation were sky high. But Konoha had made his demands clear. And you weren’t one to go back on your word, no matter how dire the consequences.

You smoothed your skirt when you reached the gym doors, standing in the doorway and watching the scene before you. Despite the net slowly being lowered, Bokuto was still bounding towards it.

“Akaashi, go again!”

The boy in question was already in position, setting the ball high towards Bokuto, who spiked it hard over the half-up net. Washio was yelling at them to stop and it was enough for the day.

You watched Akaashi wipe the sweat off his forehead and kneel to tie his shoe, breathing slightly labored from the exertion. Your feet remained frozen, eyeing him silently and dreading how your relationship with him was about to change forever. While Akaashi wasn’t someone who harbored ill feelings, you weren’t sure how he was going to react to a love confession and subsequent rejection. What guarantee did you have that this wouldn’t affect your friendship going forward?

“Oi, look who’s here!” Konoha’s voice was filled with glee, and all eyes turned to look at you when he pointed at the door. You fought the urge to roll your eyes and deck him across the face. Violence was not the answer.

“Do you have something to say?”

Okay, maybe violence was the answer.

You gave him a large, fake grin, before nodding jerkily. You could feel the edge of your face and your ears turn burning hot, hands already going clammy as you tried to clench and unclench them.

“Akaashi-san, may I talk to you in private?”

Akaashi seemed surprised, blinking twice before nodding and standing up to walk towards you. No one else was caught off guard, of course, grinning faces looking between you two, knowing what was about to happen. You wished the ground would open up and swallow you whole so you wouldn’t have to do this in front of the entire volleyball team. But a bet was a bet. You had brought this upon yourself.

Whenever you had lain in bed and fantasized about confessing to Akaashi, you had pictured just you and him. Either outside the gym, or in the school grounds, nice cool air blowing through your clothes and hair. You had imagined how he would smile and return your feelings, which was a long shot but anything was possible in your imagination.

Akaashi was…. dignified. Organized. He was crazy smart, perceptive to a fault. It was almost impossible to not like him. Two years since you had started managing the Fukurodani team, and your crush on him had only grown. The more you learned about him, the more you liked him. And he was leagues above you in every sense.

That was the reason you had always believed Akaashi couldn’t return your feelings.

He stepped out behind you, following you only a few steps away from the gym doors. Konoha had explicitly said that you had to stay within earshot. A childish, immature request but part of the bet reward, so you couldn’t exactly refuse. You turned back to the boy, unable to meet his eyes and instead staring at your own hands as you fiddled with your fingers. You had rehearsed in your head over and over how you would take Akaashi’s rejection, what you would say, how would you tell him it wasn’t a big deal and you didn’t expect him to return your feelings. That you hoped you could still be friends. But now, standing before him, you realized you hadn’t really thought about the actual confession. You were completely blank.

“Is everything okay?” Akaashi’s voice was laced with concern, and he tilted his head a bit to catch your eye. You stared at him for a good minute before blinking and vigorously nodding.

“Yes! Completely fine. I’m fine.”

Embarrassment was already beginning to crawl up on you. There was a bout of silence. Behind Akaashi, you caught sight of multiple heads peeking through the window. You felt annoyance build up in you.

“Screw this,” you mumbled. “Akaashi-san, I like you. A lot. Not as a friend. And I was never going to tell you, but I lost a bet to Konoha and he thought this would be the perfect way to humiliate me. By making me confess. So….. here I am. I’m sorry for dragging you into this.”

Akaashi watched you unblinkingly for a few moments. You glanced at Konoha who was scowling, probably because you name dropped him. But that wasn’t one of his conditions, so you didn’t care. You felt a twinge of satisfaction at having bested him even in your current circumstance. Good. He deserved to feel even a fraction of the anxiety and embarrassment you were feeling right now.

“Why would that humiliate you?” Akaashi finally spoke.

Your eyes met his dark ones, and you felt yourself freeze. Of all the questions you thought he would ask, this was not one you were prepared for.

“Uh-” You tried to come up with an answer that didn’t sound equally as embarrassing as the confession. Because you will reject me and they will all witness it?

Akaashi sighed and toed at the ground a bit, mouth pursed in thought. You stared at him wide eyed, waiting for him to speak. To say something. Follow up on his unusual question.

“This isn’t exactly how I imagined this moment to go.” He muttered, and you wouldn’t have caught it if you weren’t already looking at him. Your breath hitched, eyes so wide you were sure they would pop out of your skull. You tried to process the sentence, tried to think of any reason he would say that without getting your hopes up.

Akaashi peered around, as if searching for something, looking left and right before he finally caught the floating heads behind him. There was a yelp as they disappeared from the window suddenly, followed by thudding and a curse. You bit back your laughter. Akaashi rolled his eyes.

“I would like to talk about this more. Where others can’t see us.” His voice was as calm and quiet as ever. You felt your heart race. Your limbs felt jittery. Did this mean….?

“Akaashi-san, do you-”

A smile that made your heart leap. “I do.”

You felt a smile stretch over your face, feeling giddy at the thought of something you had considered so impossible materializing in front of your very eyes. You could still hear faint bickering from the gym, and you were sure Konoha had not seen this coming. Somehow, he was the least of your concerns now, in the face of Akaashi’s quiet smile and the way he was leaning towards you. You leaned forward too, realizing you had never been this close to him before. You basked in the moment.

In ten million years you could not have wished for a better outcome.

[millenialfanfictionaddiction]

Being Their Pregnant Partner Featuring

Kita, Suna and Akaashi

Kita Shinsuke x Pregnant Reader; Suna Rintaro x Pregnant Reader; Akaashi Keiji x Pregnant Reader

Warnings: fluff

AN: and again : D

Kita

The beautiful sight of his fields at sunset were nothing compared to your gorgeous, full figure walking towards him with a basket full of food. He stopped his work, gathering up his equipment before making his way to you at the edge of the field.

“I thought you were suppose to be resting dear,” he asked you, smirk across his face as you scowled back at him.

“Well, you’ve barred me from field work so I guess the only thing I can do now is make you food and laze about the house, which I might add, is boring!”

Kita knew you’d have a hard time with the end of your pregnancy and with getting the required rest the doctor had ordered for you. At first, he tried everything to get you to just take one nap a day to rest and relax. Eventually he gave up on his quest and let nature take its course. Now that you were 8 months, your body essentially forced you to take a break which you absolutely hated.

“Why don’t you work on your knitting? You always complain you never had time for that when you worked the rice fields with me,” Kita suggested as you sighed.

“Well now that I have time I don’t want to do that, I want to work!”

You’re pout drove Kita insane but he knew there was little he could do to help you at this point. You absolutely were not allowed to help him in the fields but maybe there was something else you could do.

“Hey what about helping with packaging? You know that’s something you can sit and do,” he declared, waiting your response.

“I guess,” you groaned, admitting defeat, “I guess it’s better than nothing.”

Kita smiled, kissing your forehead and you both sat down to enjoy your food.

Suna

Suna couldn’t help but laugh at the sight before him. There you were, on the floor covered in paint as you tried to maneuver the piece of baby furniture you were painting.

“Hey Rin!” You spoke, face and hands completely covered in green paint as you continued to happily paint ground edges with great detail.

Suna wasn’t sure how you managed to be so careful with painting the dress or yet so messy with yourself

“Babe, I told you I’d help you tonight when I got home from practice,” Suna laughed, coming over to you to help you get off the floor in your extremely pregnant state.

He held out his hands as you gripped them, pulling yourself up and into his arms. You giggled as your painted body touched his and his EJP hoodie, making the colors now yellow, black, white and green.

“Good thing I got like 50 more of these in my closet,” he joked as you smiled

“You mean in my closet, I borrowed at least 10.”

Suna just chuckled, thinking how lucky he was to have such an amazing and wonderful partner.

Akaashi

“You’ve been working on that article all night babe, don’t you think it’s time you take a break?” You interrupted, bringing in a cup of tea and some late night snacks for your husband who had been working all day.

“It’s not an article love, it’s a letter your baby,” Akaashi answered as you stopped, eyes shifting to him as you set the tea down.

“A letter to the baby? May I ask what it’s about?”

Akaashi shrugged, “well it’s kind of about how you and I met and how our lives were before baby.”

Tears welled up in your eyes at your husbands thoughtful gesture. Akaashi noticed the tears, getting up and hugging you tightly as you sobbed in his arms.

“T-that’s got-got to be the cu-cutest thing I’ve e-ever heard Keiji,” you bellowed as Keiji just chuckled, consoling you, one hand on your back and one on your belly.

[satorisoup]

SKIN TO SKIN ღ

ft. timeskip! keiji akaashi

cw : fluff. domestic intimacy. mentions of bare chests. petnames ( sweetheart, my love ). @omitea for yousss :3

wc : 771

it’s a quiet night in the shared house of you and your husband. the warm sun has just descended down the horizon, lighting up the night sky with a bright moon and shining stars.

you lay in your large bed, trying to steady your breathing and close your eyes, but to no avail. you rustle in your sheets every few minutes, unable to shake off the unbearable question that’s been fleeting your mind, unsure of how and when to ask it.

akaashi is sat up in your bed, back propped up by a pillow and legs covered by your linen duvet. he’s reading his latest book, hands holding the spine ever so gently when he turns the pages with a lick of his thumb. the bedside lamp illuminates the dark room, cascading onto his face with a golden light. it’s only 8:00, and your husband looks just as beautiful as he always does.

there’s a thought that’s been eating away at your brain, and you really didn’t know how much longer you could take it. you just wanted to feel him, as close as you possibly could, which is what led you to open your mouth and start speaking.

“ keiji. ”

his ears perk up at the sound of your voice, eyes still focused on the book when he responds.

“ yes ? ”

how should you say it ? would it sound too straight forward ? what if it made him uncomfortable or…

“ take off your shirt. ”

oh. well that’s not what you were supposed to say.

“ oh ? ” is what keiji remarks, head now turned to you with his glasses hung low.

“ i mean— um… nevermind. ” you sigh in defeat, crinkling the covers by your nose to hide yourself from his curious gaze.

“ what’s the matter, sweetheart ? something bothering you ? ” he questions ever so politely. if only you could describe what exactly you were trying to ask.

“ no keiji… i just… wanna feel you. please ? ”

akaashi looks at you for just a moment, probably trying to understand exactly what you wanted. but this is your husband, the kind hearted, notable keiji akaashi. so of course, without another question, he removes his white t-shirt with not so much as a second thought.

you’re unsure of your next move, taking in the appearance of your husband. his lean figure lays before you with open arms, and the soft abs on his stomach relax with every breath he takes.

your fingers dance at the hemline of your own shirt, pinching it between your fingers as you dwindle on what to do next.

“ my love. ”

you’re shaken out of your reoccurring thoughts when keiji calls out to you, reaching toward you to beckon you closer. his nimble fingers smooth along the slightly exposed skin of your stomach, hand reaching underneath to lay on your hip. his fingers travel up and up, lifting your shirt slightly. he stops for a brief moment, eyes meeting yours when he asks,

“ do you want this off ? ”

it only takes a nod of your head for keiji to lift your shirt by the hem, removing it and exposing your naked skin. your eyes darted away from his, either from shyness or embarrassment, you weren’t sure.

“ come here, it’s alright. what are you shying away from ? ”

keiji moves you until you’re on his lap, bare chests pressed together in sheer silence. your shoulders relax, a content sigh releasing from your mouth. you can feel his heart pump against your own, hearing it in your eardrums at every beat.

his tender touches from his fingers tingle when he slides them against your spine, holding you ever so closely. his book is long forgotten, sitting on the nightstand with a neatly tucked bookmark on his previous page. his glasses lay atop the bridge of his nose, small red indents from where they used to rest on his eyes. he’s so soft, so gentle that it has you ready to almost doze off.

“ i love you, keiji… ” you whisper, drowsiness evident in the soft spoken words you relay to your husband.

keiji hums as he continues to stroke your back, “ mm, of course… it’s because i have my shirt off, isn’t it ? ”

“ keiji ! ” you suddenly say with a gasp, softly shoving his arm in feigned offence. he chuckles under his breath, continuing with his featherlight touches as you lay with him, skin to skin.

“ i love you more, my love. ”

[piichuu]

♡ SLEEPING ON THE COUCH AFTER AN ARGUMENT

ft. azumane asahi, akaashi keiji, suna rintarou, oikawa tooru

WARNINGS: fluff, gn!reader, cursing

NOTES: thank you sm for this request anon! i don’t write for sakusa but i hope it’s okay still <333

AZUMANE ASAHI

“baby?” his voice is soft and slightly panicked as he sits on the floor, right beside the couch. his hand rests right by your shoulder, but it’s almost as if he hesitates to even be close to touching you, he doesn’t want to cross a line in case you’re still mad at him and want to be alone.

he had worried you as his phone had died due to hinata using it to take funny pictures during breaks when they were practicing. it had already been going on for longer than they had planned, but by then you weren’t yet panicked or texting him. but when asahi later arrived at home, three hours later to be exact, you were in the hallway, putting on your shoes as you were about to go search for him.

even though you’d hugged him when he entered your home again and told him how worried you were, those emotions soon turned to anger, but you weren’t exactly mad at him, just at the entire situation. you’d been so extremely worried that something had happened to your boyfriend and didn’t know how to react, so when you said that you wanted to sleep alone on the couch, he didn’t say anything in disagreement even though it slightly hurt his heart.

so now he’s here, waiting for you to say something in case you’re still awake. “why aren’t you sleeping asahi?” you mumble while turning around so he doesn’t have to face your back anymore, this causing him to smile softly while reaching for your hand. you quickly allow him to take it while slowly sitting up to make space beside you. “i still feel sorry for worrying you.”

he wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you close to his chest so you can bury your face into the crook of his neck. “it’s okay, i’m sorry if i overreacted, i just didn’t know what to do,” you whisper while holding onto him as tightly as you can. “i know, but i’m here and safe, so let’s not sleep without each other,” he says, smiling softly as you to nod before the two of you lay back down, too lazy to move to your bed, but that only means you get to be closer to one another.

AKAASHI KEIJI

most people hate arguments, especially with a significant other, but akaashi keiji probably hates it more than anyone else. he can’t bare it. as soon as he realizes that his voice raised just a tiny bit and he sees the hurt on your face, he wants to cry. he hates seeing the upcoming tears in your eyes when he comes home from a long day and is frustrated, taking some of that frustration out of you when you simply just ask how his day was. you don’t deserve that and he knows it.

when he finds you sleeping on the couch after he comes back from a cold shower, his heart drops. is this the beginning of the end? his mind doesn’t stop racing with thoughts as he moves closer to you, sitting on the edge of the couch as he begins to ramble in panic. “i know i’m not the best boyfriend and i really shouldn’t have taken it out on you, you’re the sweetest person i know and i looked forward to seeing you but the tiredness got the best of me. i know it’s not an excuse but i’m so fucking stupid and i don’t want you to cry, i’m sorry for making you cry and for hurting you.”

he doesn’t expect you to reply, he’s just saying it to get it out of his chest, but when you eventually sit up to wrap your arms around him, his eyes widen. “you’re not a bad boyfriend. it’s normal for that to happen and i’m not mad at you for it. it was just unexpected, but i know you didn’t mean to take it out on me,” akaashi only wants to punch himself in the face when he sees that smile on your face. how can you be so nice to him when he’s been acting like an idiot?

you allow him to hold you close as he sobs into the crook of your neck. the only time he stops saying that he’s sorry is when he falls asleep in your arms from exhaustion. akaashi keiji hates fights more than anyone else does, but he also loves you more than anything else in the entire world.

SUNA RINTAROU

the room that was previously filled with yelling and frustrated groans is now quiet as you lay on the couch with a blanket wrapped around you. the pillow you’re holding in your arms is supposed to be a replacement of him, just for tonight when you don’t want to show him just how much he helps you fall asleep at night. you should be able to be away from him, just for tonight.

but no, of course you can’t. how can you possibly fall asleep when his words are still ringing in your head. “maybe we should break up” “this won’t work” “i can’t do this anymore.” did he really mean all that? if he did, why isn’t he leaving the apartment? why is he now leaning against the wall just a few meters away from the couch?

“are you awake?” he asks with his head hung low. his question is quickly answered when you turn around to face him through the dark. suna let’s out a quiet sigh and is currently thankful for the lights being switched off, because the tears running down his cheeks would expose his true feelings in only a mere second. “yes,” you whisper, slowly sitting up.

he takes a shaky breath before walking over to the couch, falling onto his knees and putting his forehead against the edge of the couch. “i love you so much and i don’t want to break up, it’s just that i’ve been feeling so scared lately. scared of not being good enough because i know you deserve the best. i want you to be happy and i thought breaking up would be the best. you always make me feel so loved and happy, but i’ve been so worried i might not make you feel the same because i’m busy with practice and i want you to feel loved and cared for. i don’t know if i can do that for you when i’m away so often and i-“

suna barely even notices how his voice crack after every other word and the amount of tears that are streaming down his cheeks. but you notice, you notice how much his heart is aching and grab his arms, pulling him up onto the couch so you can hold him in your arms, allowing him to sob into your chest as you stroke his back. “you always make me feel so loved, rin. i always feel safe around you and even if you’re away so often, i can’t wait for when you come back home so i can see how much you smile every time you see me and get to be spoiled with your love. i would never want to find anyone else, you make me the happiest person alive.”

he looks up at you with wide eyes as he cups your face, almost as if he can’t believe you’re real. “really? you mean that?” you nod and he soon breaks out into even more tears. “i’m so sorry, i’m so sorry for even suggesting breaking up. i don’t know what i would do without you, i never want to break up. i want to be with you for the rest of our lives, i love you so much, more than words can even describe. you’re my light, you’re my heart, my heart beats for you, it’s always gonna beat for you,” he whispers before you lean in to kiss him, shutting him up.

your warm touch causes him to melt further into your arms as he buries his face into your chest, holding onto you with all strength he’s gotten as if you would vanish otherwise. “let’s stay together forever,” he mumbles, finally with a smile on his face. he truly doesn’t deserve you, but he won’t ever try to leave ever again.

OIKAWA TOORU

he can’t help but pout when noticing how you’ve made a bed for yourself on the couch. your back is turned to him as you’re curled up into a ball, but he knows damn well that your eyes are most likely wide open as you can’t fall asleep. he wants to hug you close to his chest while playing with your hair, but he doubts you’d allow him to do that now.

oikawa had forgotten about the date you were supposed to have today. you’d been waiting at the restaurant for an hour without a response from him as you called, just to find him playing video games by his computer when you came home. he himself told you that he had so much to do that his mind was all foggy, but it still hurt. deep down, you knew he didn’t mean anything bad with it, but just knowing that he was at home, playing with his friends while you were all dressed up and excited to finally have a date with him, it hurt you. maybe you were childish, but you couldn’t help your own feelings.

when you went quiet after a while as you two were arguing about this, he truly knew he fucked up, even if he didn’t mean to fuck up. just imagining how sad you must have felt when he never appeared at the restaurant caused him to tear up. how could he forget such an important day? he remembers how excited he was for this last week, but after the amounts of exams and volleyball games he’s had, it dug itself further away from his mind.

he’s quiet as he walks towards the couch and lies down behind you, gently stroking your arm. “i’m gonna make it up to you, i promise,” he whispers, placing a soft kiss to your shoulder. “tomorrow, we’ll do whatever you want. you can decide. if you want to stay home and cuddle all day, we’ll do that. if you want to go to a restaurant or the cinema, we’ll do that too.”

“will you let me hit you?” you ask which causes him to chuckle lightly. “as many times you want,” after he’s said that, you turn around so he can finally see the face he’s wanted to see for so many hours. a frown appears over his face when he sees the dried tears on your cheeks and he strokes your head gently, leaning his forehead against yours. “i’m really sorry, baby. i never want you to feel embarrassed because of me and i never want to hurt you, i’m so sorry for doing that to you.”

“it’s okay, i’m sorry for getting so mad even if it hurt me, i know you’re stressed by everything going on,” you mumble but he shakes his head. “you’re still more important than anything else, I shouldn’t have forgotten about a date so easily, i was really excited for it before. i’m gonna make it up to you because you never deserve to be left alone at a restaurant like that.”

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[khrysomallos]

boyfriend! akaashi is the type to put his hand on the table corner when you bend down to get something

boyfriend! akaashi the type to say yes ma’am with a small smirk

boyfriend! akaashi is the type to hug you in public if you’re crying so no one can see

boyfriend! akaashi is the type to move the umbrella more on your side when he notices a few drops on your shoulder

boyfriend! akaashi is the type to hold eye contact with you. whenever. wherever.

boyfriend! akaashi is the type to be respectfully possessive and jealous, watching you from a distance and only intervening when you give him the look

boyfriend! akaashi is the type to buy you that bouquet of flowers you spent looking at for a second longer than the others

boyfriend! akaashi is helpful smart not mean smart, always taking time to explain things to you or offer suggestions. but only when he knows you want it

boyfriend! akaashi who puts his hand on your thigh while driving

[tvhsleb3ww]

RAINY DAYS! - AKAASHI KEIJI

summary, akaashi helps you on a rainy day.

— mutual pining, minor swearing, fluff, akaashi being a geek in love

they say that rainy days are the best way to see someone's love for them. at that moment, their love would be displayed to the public and everyone can see how much they love one another.

even if they shared an umbrella, there would be a certain angle where someone would be more exposed to the droplets instead of the other one.

and it was obvious that akaashi keiji displayed love for you.

you looked at the grey clouds that are coming your way, your hands on your hips as you examine them. multiple coulds are nearing and indicates that they bring a huge storm.

a sigh escapes your lips as you crossed your arms, thinking wether to wait for the rain to stop or just run to the nearest store that are a couple blocks away. you should've watched the weather forecast this morning before going to work.

and then it hits you. you left your clothes to dry out on the balcony of your apartment. crap— and it seems like you can't be going home right now.

"something on your mind, (y/n)?" a familliar voice asked you to which you turned around.

a small smile forms on your lips to show that you're alright, although it's quite evident that it's faux.

"i forgot my umbrella and it looks like heavy rain is coming" you muttered to which he just nodded and walked towards you.

"you can borrow my umbrella, if you'd like" he says, voice coated with worry. you shook your head and flailed your hand.

"no, it's fine! how are you gonna go home if i take your umbrella, akaashi?" he pushes the bridge of his glasses and crosses his arms.

"we could go together, if that's fine with you?"

he really wanted to blurt that sentence out but the words got stuck in his throat. he wants to have a chance at helping and getting closer to you!

ever since you both started working here together, he's had a teensy little crush on you which eventually grew and drove him crazy. he's never felt like this before and he's so nervous right now.

he opened his mouth to talk but he gets nervous. what if she thinks i'm weird? what if she already has someone else? what if—

"but if you don't mind, maybe we could go together? you can just drop me off at the nearest store! i wouldn't want to bother you" you said sheepishly and he thanks the heavens that you were the one who said that instead.

"of course it isn't bothering me, i'd love to" he says with a small smile.

crap.

how the hell did his umbrella got stolen? he could've sworn he put it in the basket with the other umbrellas but right now— he's looking at an empty basket.

he examined further, maybe it was buried deep inside the basket? nope it wasn't. he sighed and watched you looking at the rainy clouds. suddenly, an idea popped up.

"(y/n), i have another idea but it might be a little crazy"

which led to this.

"just a little more (y/n)! i can see 7E from here!" he whisper yelled as he ran with you to the 7E with him holding his jacket on your figure.

"ugh, you try to run in heels!" you pouted but ran anyways. he almost lets out a laugh when you whined in complaint.

maybe to some people the action of running together in the rain is stupid. maybe it was sweet.

but to akaashi keiji, he thinks it was the best rainy day that ever happened to him. he doesn't mind being drenched in the pouring rain if it means he gets to be your knight in shining armour.

he doesn't mind letting you use his jacket (which he offered in the first place) as an umbrella. he doesn't mind running together with you in the rain.

both of you walked into the convenience store, drenched. you laughed and before he realised it, he's smiling too at your laughter.

"thank you, akaashi" you mumbled and he just gives you a small smile in return. "keiji" he mumbles to which you raised a brow.

"call me keiji" he says, again with a small smile and red cheeks.

the whole running in the rain act was worth it, even if it meant he had to take a sick leave the next day and rot in bed.

especially when you came for a visit and gave him your handcooked chicken soup that's perfect for headaches.

[bkgpackets]

the silent type but he’ll walk behind you and slowly snake his hands around your waist, pulling you flush up against him; his hair will tickle when he kisses your neck, plush lips already ready to suck a hickey if not for the light playful push you gave him, but he’s holding direct eye contact with the guy who’s been eyeing you up and down like a piece of meat, he’ll make sure he knows you’re his to devour tonight

hajime iwaizumi, akaashi keiji, kageyama tobio and your favourites

[nova-amor]

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.”

[emmyrosee]

Hi!! Can you please please please write something with weird reader x akaashi? Have a lovely day ♡

Keiji smirks as two arms snake around his neck and gently pull him close, your lips pressing to his head, then ears, where you playfully bite the lobe gently.

“I want to gnaw on your bones,” you whisper into his ear.

“Yeah?” He asks, dog earring his page before closing the book and setting it to the side. He spins in his seat to face you. “You’re feeling that intense about your affection?”

“Of course.” You round the couch and make a move to plop on his lap; his arms instinctively wrap around you, and his lips press a kiss to your temple. “You’re just so pretty today, Keiji. Pretty everyday.”

“Thank you, baby,” he coos, his kissing moving down your cheek then jawline. You mewl and squeeze him, smushing his face against you. “Ow.”

“Sorry. Had to be done.”

“You had to squish me?”

“Yes,” you purr, pressing kisses to his cheeks as compensation for hurting him. Your hand comes up to grip his cheeks, pursing his lips out for you to kiss. “Mwah.”

“Mwah,” he returns.

“Mwah!”

“Mwah.”

“I’m gonna bite you.”

“Please don’t-“ his words are cut off as you bite the squish of his lips, not hard enough to make him wince but enough to playfully bite. “Thank you for being gentle with your feral behavior.”

“You’re welcome.” You plant one more kiss to his lips before hiding your face in his neck, letting the scent of his warm skin lull you to a state of relaxation. “Love you, Keiji.”

“I love you too, baby.”

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[kingdaddydaichi]

random hcs: k. akaashi (birthday) edition

mostly sfw. teensy weensy bit of nsfw utc (mdni!). even though i'm dedicating the whole month of december to my beloved daichi, i made sure to carve out some time for my kin and dec. 5th birthday boy, keiji akaashi.

Night Owl™️

Has anxiety and is lowkey depressed, but both are well-managed.

The sarcasm is strong with this one.

More of a reader, but fancies himself a writer from time to time (and he’s good at it).

Has written 2 or 3 long ass smut with angsty plot fics on AO3; angst/comfort and mutual pining are his most-used tags.

Writes poetry, but has never told anyone.

Narrows his eyes at you sometimes when you're talking, which makes you think he’s suspicious of you or that he doesn’t like you, but in reality he’s intrigued and fascinated by you. That’s why he keeps asking you hard questions.

Doesn’t use emojis.

Shamelessly pedantic; says "well actually" a lot.

Stares out of windows at rain; looks like he's daydreaming but is actually having hypothetical philosophical debates in his head or world-building an entire novel he'll probably never write.

A regular at Onigiri Miya (may or may not have a crush on Osamu 👀).

Listens to classical music while reading/editing; it helps him focus.

Took piano lessons as a kid but says he's horrible at it now (he really is); still, he can't help but tickle a few ivories every time he gets near a piano; likes the way the keys feel under his graceful fingers.

Hooks you the fuck up with manga. You know about shit that happens before it's even published. And you're sworn to secrecy, which you honor. It's way more fun to see people's reactions after keeping spoilers to yourself for weeks or longer.

Drinks his body weight in coffee every week an inordinate amount of coffee.

Owns an old ass typewriter and a floral silk writing robe.

HATES Grammarly; thinks people should just learn proper grammar, damn it.

Falls asleep with his glasses on sometimes. Lying together, you notice his breathing has evened out. His heart rate steadies you. And you look up at him to find his chin resting above your head with a book lying beneath his limp hand on his chest, rising and falling with grace.

Speaking of, something about him glows when he sleeps? like he has this angelic aura about him, i feel like? Idk. Subtle and so finely tuned that you can’t quite put your finger on it. It’s like an exquisite detail. Understated. Graceful, even, in that whatever it is doesn’t jump out at you; without moving, he holds sway without you knowing it. And you can’t quite figure out why you can’t seem to stay away from him for very long.

He is hard to describe. What you see is not what you get with keiji. There are worlds - universes even - inside of him that no one else will ever see or comprehend, but you will feel them. They’ll have you falling, rapt by his gravity. And, like gravity, he silently holds things together, pulling you in with his emerald eyes every time he narrows them.

You smile lovingly and reach for his readers, easing them off the tip of his nose where they’ve fallen in his sleep. He’d probably blush if he knew how かわいすぎ (super cute) he looks with his black, rectangle frames lying nearly sideways on his pretty face. But you don’t tell him about it. It’s a secret about him that even he doesn’t know that you keep all to yourself. He’d probably stop falling asleep with his glasses on if he knew and, well, you want him to fall asleep with his glasses on just so you can carefully pull them away from his face. You fold them and place them neatly on your nightstand because you don’t want to risk waking him up by climbing over him to set them on his side.

He, on the other hand, will gladly lean over you to reach for his glasses, put them on, then kiss you on your cheek before burying his nose against your neck and breathing you in. He’ll shamelessly snake an arm around you, his nimble fingers brushing your bare nipple. He knows what he’s doing. His hands are grifters. Copping feels and ghosting over you while his gravelly, naked chuckle vibrates against your bare back when you squirm and moan. Your body resonates, your skin sings with the touch of his fingertips like a tightly wound and pitch-perfect string.

[tiza0925]

okok hear me out but Akaashi dating reader and she has a spit kink 👉🏻👈🏻 you don't have to write anything about it but i would love to hear about it from you! (i love your works sm 💗)

…i think you’ve just woken something inside me, anon 🫠

Intimate | 18+

Warnings/Tags: nsfw, afab/female!reader, praise kink, jealous!reader, dom!Akaashi, raw sex, multiple orgasms, slight dumbification, squirting, pussy slapping, petnames, little bit of choking, overstimulation, creampie, spit kink ♡ SET IN A TIMELINE WHERE ALL CHARACTERS ARE AGED-UP AND OVER 18

Pairing: Akaashi Keiji x Female Reader

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

You’re not a jealous person, you swear.

Your relationship with Akaashi is the most secure relationship you’ve ever been in—not once has he ever given you a reason to doubt him. 

To not trust him. 

He’s shown you nothing but respect, kindness—god, so much love and patience—ever since you two started dating. 

But—

Your jaw ticks as you watch a random girl get a little too close to him—watching how she laughs a little too much and looks at him with stars in her eyes. 

You can’t blame her, though—you look at him the same way—he’s good-looking and deserves to be appreciated for that. 

But that doesn’t mean it still doesn’t get to you whenever you see other people do it. 

Especially this particular girl who seems to refuse to leave his side ever since you two arrived at Kuroo’s house party. 

Because apparently—she’s close with Bokuto. 

Which means she knows Akaashi. 

But you barely hear Akaashi talk about her so it’s either he doesn’t see her as close as she thinks they are—

Or he’s hiding something from you. 

But that would be ridiculous—it’s Akaashi. 

He wouldn’t.

Right? 

You take a sip from your drink, then you turn to the person who’s currently talking to you—you think her name is Yachi—and you give her a slightly apologetic look as you walk away and straight towards him. 

And the girl that’s seemingly too giddy with whatever Akaashi is saying. 

It’s why you come up to his side with a small smile at the other girl, your arms around his waist, and Akaashi stops mid-sentence to look at you with a slightly concerned look—his one eyebrow raised as he asks in a soft murmur, “You okay?” 

You hum, a small smile threatens to pull at your mouth as he wraps one arm around you, holding you closer, and you nod. “Just tired.” 

He gives your waist a small squeeze, his voice a soft rumble against you. “Wanna go home then?” 

You blink up at him, then you quickly glance at the girl that was talking to him—and you feel a slight bud of satisfaction in your chest when you notice how annoyed she looks—and you nod, blinking up at him all sweetly. “Please?”

You end up in the passenger seat of his car a few moments later—looking out the window—as he drives you two home.

It’s quiet—comfortably so—as you watch light posts and buildings until—

“Are you going to tell me what that was all about?” 

You hear him ask that, his voice calm and quiet, and your eyes widen with surprise as your heart flips. 

You blink, turning to look at him—his eyes remaining on the road ahead—and you frown. “What?” 

“Suddenly wanting to go home and hugging me like that,” Akaashi then turns his head a little to give you a look like he knows something. “What was that about?” 

Oh. 

Was it that obvious how you felt? 

You blink. 

Silent. 

Then you swallow hard, playing dumb as you look away, murmuring, “…I don’t know what you’re talking about.” 

But then you hear him let loose a low, caustic laugh—as if he doesn’t believe you—and you feel his hand, heavy and large on your thigh, with the heat seeping through your pants and skin, as he gives it a small squeeze. “Alright.” 

It’s how you end up with your face stuffed into a pillow, back arched, and ass out the moment you two arrive back home—

“Oh fuck—”

And you’re cumming around a thick cock with your moan getting muffled into the cushion. 

“Look how well you take me,” His voice comes out a low drawl, sounding so nonchalant as if he isn’t fucking you deep into your cunt with a harsh grip around your waist—holding you in place as Akaashi makes you take all of him with your orgasm throbbing through you. 

Your mind goes numb, and you whine when he drags his dick against your G-spot, overstimulating you. 

“Keiji—fuck—please—”

But then he pulls out—leaving you empty and pulsing around nothing—causing a trickle of your juice to leak out, and you let out a sudden cry when Akaashi leaves a harsh slap against your wet pussy with his hand. 

“Turn around.” 

Fuck. 

You listen almost immediately—moving to lay on your back, breathing heavily, and Akaashi smiles down at you from the bridge of his nose, admiring you for just a moment—

Then he’s hooking your legs over his shoulder—and your eyes grow wide when you feel the head of his cock slide over your drooling pussy, bumping your clit that has your head going dizzy, and then—

“Do you think she’d be able to take me as well as you do?”

Then he starts to ask that—in that taunting, calm voice of his—and your cheeks grow hot at the mere mention of that girl, jealousy pricking the edges of your vision and—

You whimper when he pushes his cock back inside you, filling you and making you feel so full as he rolls his hips against yours, building that sweet buzzing ache in your pussy again. 

Akaashi watches the way your cunt swallows him so perfectly—his girth opening you up as you cream all over him—and he wets his lips, his smirk turning lecherous. “You think she’d look this pretty around my cock too, baby?”

He’s not blind.

He can pick up on the small signs of jealousy from you with just a small look, word—even the way you act.

He’s observant—and he clearly didn’t miss the way you were eyeing that girl from earlier.

You suck in a large breath, feeling him in your damn throat as he fucks you languidly, and your voice is breathy when you bite out a response. “Why don’t you go and find out for yourself then.” 

Akaashi leans down and god—you sob out a moan when he nearly bends you in half, shoving his dick so deep into you that your entire body goes limp. 

You’re practically shaking as his lips hover over yours, and his eyes—all half-lidded as he observes you—grow alight with something darker and amused as he hums lowly. “I don’t think I will.” 

He pulls out, the tip of his dick catching your hole, then he immediately thrusts back in with one, harsh slap of his skin against yours—making you gasp as your juices gush out. “Nobody else can get messy like you do, baby.” 

His smirk comes slow and syrupy, his hooded eyes observing you—how your eyes are glossy with tears threatening to spill out—and he goes to pull on your lower lip with his mouth, kissing you so achingly soft despite the harsh fucking. “Nobody else feels this tight around me.” 

You moan against him, your arms numbly wrapping around his neck as you take his cock pushing in and out of you—your pussy swallowing him whole like it needs his dick in there. 

It’s so fucking needy that even when you feel him digging into your lungs with his cock—you still want more of him, that swelling ache in your clit just begging for it.

And god—he gives it to you. 

He fucks you with one hand coming to thumb your sensitive clit—rubbing it in slow circles with your juices coating it until you’re clenching around his cock, squeezing him and throbbing as you cum for a second time. 

“Shit,” Akaashi groans, driving into you as his head gets foggy with lust, and heat overwhelms him as you make a mess on you both—clear liquid squirting out of your poor little pussy with every rock of his hips, and tears finally spill down your cheeks with oversensitivity. 

“Don’t cry, angel,” Akaashi soothes you, his voice throaty and heavy, and his hand that was on your clit comes up to wipe your tears—spreading your fluids all over your face and getting you dirty as he calmly shushes you. “You asked for this.” 

You know. 

You just didn’t anticipate how intense Akaashi will be to make sure you know that you were being irrational for feeling jealous—to fuck you until you felt all loose and dumb from his dick that you can’t do or say anything but whimper and cry for him. 

God—

You suck in small, gasping breaths as he slides his hand down until he’s rolling his thumb over your bottom lip, and—

And then his pupils grow wide and dark, there’s a small tick at the side of his lips that looks carnal, and your heart leaps into your throat as he forces your mouth open as he presses down onto your lip—your heart thundering in your ears as you watch with shiny eyes, unsure what he plans to do until—

Until he also opens his mouth as well, and your mind grows heady with submission with your tongue out for him, your pussy clenching him so fucking tight as he lets a small, pearly glob of his saliva string down onto your tongue. 

And fuck—he lets out a low groan of approval, making your chest swell at how satisfied he looks as you please him. 

“Swallow.” His voice is so deceptively soft.

But you listen and swallow. 

With no hesitation. 

And it should feel gross with him spitting in your mouth like that—making you feel like some whore under him—

But instead—it does things to you. 

It makes things so much more fucking intimate. 

You keep eye contact with him as your throat bobs with an obedient swallow, your body moving with every thrust of him inside you, and Akaashi can’t help but lean down to kiss you so deeply that you shudder against him—

“Such a good girl for me—shit,” His hand comes to the front of your neck, his calloused fingers wrapping around it and giving it a little squeeze, making you moan as you sloppily kiss him back, your vision growing blurry. 

Then he leans back, hand still on your throat, and his chest rise and falls as he continues to fuck your abused pussy, your fluids making a mess, and he turns his head to brush his lips against your calf. 

“I want you to cum on my cock again, love, you do it so well for me.”

Then he brings his other hand to press on your lower stomach, making you keen with a wet moan—and you feel so fucked out and dumb in the head as another orgasm steadily pulses through you. 

“And say my name when you do, love,” Akaashi breathes out lowly, his dick in your guts as he pushes his hand down a little more, “Because nobody else gets to do that except you.” 

More clear liquid gushes out of you, spraying and squirting all over him as your legs shake with another orgasm for that night—his name on your tongue, making his head spin as he fucks you through it. 

And then he’s spurting out thick loads of his hot cum into your sore pussy, shoving it further into you with every push of his cock inside your walls—making sure you know that only you get to be marked like this by him. 

end.

Masterpost

[mavrintarou]

[Daddies in December] Akaashi Keiji

Couldn't miss this cutie's birthday! Where are my Akaashi lovers? Akaashi is just so dreamy. This is my second story of this au - check out Sakusa!

Warning: fluffy, sweet Akaashi and pregnancy smut . You watch your husband drown in his work at home. You can bet that he probably forgot that today was his birthday.

“Baby,” you called from the doorway.

Keiji shifted his gaze away from the computer screen upon hearing you utter the affectionate nickname that had initially caused him to blush intensely when you first used it.

His eyes widen, clearly taken aback to find you at the doorway, holding a birthday cake adorned with lit candles, all the while dressed in babydoll lingerie. The once flowy babydoll outfit now hung over your eight-month pregnant belly.

His jaw dropped before he swallowed.

You walked towards him, holding the cake, “happy birthday Keiji.”

Keiji blew out the candles and took the cake from you, setting it on his desk. He reached over to turn his computer off before standing up.

You blink at him confused, “Kei?”

His hands rest on your hips and guide you backward to his desk before he gently lifts you onto it. He reached for his chair and sat back down, positioning himself in between your legs. “Lean back for me, please?”

You do as he asks and your legs are spread wide for him. Your bulging belly blocks your view as Keiji disappears in between your legs.

“No panties, naughty girl.”

Your breath already quickened as his fingers ran against your folds.

You tensed up when you feel something cold against your pussy. Looking over you see his fingers swiping the whipped cream off the cake, you can only guess what he was doing between your legs.

He looks over your bulging belly, “is it too cold?”

You shook your head, lost for words.

He shifts your legs over his shoulders as he continues to spread the cream in between your legs.

Your heels dig into his shoulders the moment his lips and tongue begin to lick away the topping in between your legs. You groan, feeling long strokes of his tongue. “Kei…” you moan when his finger enters your folds.

With your pregnancy, you’re sensitivity and libido have turned up a few notches. You were so horny every touch of his was having you rocking at the edge of ecstasy.

“Kei… no I want… I need you to cum on your cock… please – please your cock…”

He chuckled and stood up. You giggle seeing traces of the whipped cream on his face. Reaching behind, he swiftly pulls off his t-shirt, dropping it on the ground before undoing the buttons to his pants. “You’re so needy.”

“Only for you,” you whisper with a smile. You wince only in pleasure when his cock slides home. “Kei…”

You knew he would not take you harder, he refuses to now that you’re closer to the end of your pregnancy.

“Please,” you whimper, “harder, Kei… harder.”

He flung off his glasses and spread your legs, holding them as he fastened his hips making his desk rattle.

Your moans echo with the lewd sound of skin slapping skin. “Yes!”

He tugs the straps of your outfit, making your tits spill out. His fingers immediately attack your nipple, pinching and flickering the nub.

Your gaze wanders across your husband’s sculpted torso. Keiji, often overlooked among his high school friends and colleagues due to his smaller physique, concealed his innate masculinity beneath his clothing. Keiji maintained a healthy habit of going to the gym and keeping his body in shape.

You reached to touch his chest, “tell me you’re mine?”

A smile spreads across his lips as he leans over you, locking you in between his arms, and presses his lips against yours in a haste kiss, “I’m yours, and you’re mine.”

You nod, “yes, yours, only yours…” you whimper, “Keiji, baby… I’m going to cum…”

“Cum on my cock then,” he groaned, he too was close as his thrusts fastened.  

You grip his arm and cry out in bliss as your body shudders. Your legs tighten against his side as you curl up at the same time as he cums hotly inside of you.

“Ahhh…” he chokes, breath fans your cheek. “You are the best birthday gift ever.” He leaned back and rubbed your belly, “and this is a bonus.”

. . .

E/n: short but the start of my love for Akaashi.

>>> @queenelleee @mfreedomstuff @erintaro @callmeraider @chaotic-fangirl-blog @wolffmaiden @cloud-lyy

[kairiscorner]

haikyuu!! bots masterlist !

atsumu miya.

he loves showing off to you.

he misses you dearly.

he never moved on from you.

your study partner.

he can't help it if you're the one he wants.

he can appreciate your beauty.

fake dating him isn't easy.

he wants to be yours.

osamu miya.

he finds so much comfort in you.

your loving husband.

he's always here for you.

he's sorry.

you could never guess who it is he likes.

all he needs is your tender love and care.

kotaro bokuto.

he adores you so much.

keiji akaashi.

he loves you more than words can describe.

kenma kozume.

you brought him out of his shell.

tetsurou kuroo.

he adores you so much.

he goes crazy for you.

he's your friend with benefits.

tobio kageyama.

he needs all the help he can get.

sakusa kiyoomi.

he does care for his childhood friend, just a bit.