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Castle In The Sky <Chapter 1>

A plane crash results in a platoon being stranded on an unfamiliar island. The soldiers quickly find out that there is more to the island inhabitants then meets the eye. They slowly discover the secrets of the island as they try to make their way back home.

I will update the tags as I go.

**Minors DNI. 18+ only**

Updates will be monthly.

Chapter 1: Motion Sickness

Calloused hands gripped the thick harness straps. A dim bulb flickered above two-toned hair. “Minor turbulence,” Bokuto told himself as he tilted his head back and closed his eyes. Mad Dog probably flew the plan too high, or they hit a patch of rough weather he reasoned.

A loud pop, disturbed him as a plastic air mask hit him in the face and the incessant pinging of the “fasten your seat belt” sign went off as round eyes flew open. He concluded that this was more than minor turbulence as his head snapped to attention. Daichi appeared to just be waking up from a nap, and he could feel blunt nails digging into his forearm leaving crescent moon shapes in its wake.

Kuroo Tetsuro had always had a fear of flying. Bokuto could recall doing his best to put his best friend at ease before they boarded the military transport aircraft. Golden eyes flickered around the cramped cabin, and up at the seatbelt sign.

“Kind of funny they bothered with a fastened seat belt sign on a military transport right?”

“I swear to god, those will not be the last words I hear Bo,” Kuroo hissed as he dug his nails further into Bokuto’s skin.

Bokuto clenched his teeth hissing, “shit! Take me out to dinner first!”

He tried to get Kuroo to loosen his hold; worried his dark haired companion would break skin.

“Relax Kuroo-Chan!” Oikawa said in his typical suave voice. The bastard was grinning, actually grinning. Bokuto cursed the lanky brunette for being the only one on the plane that enjoyed turbulence. “The plane is still running.”

Bokuto would have laughed at that moment if he wasn’t so terrified as he heard the engine stall. The only thing filling the silence in the cab was the whistling of wind passing by the slowing metal bullet they were strapped in.

Kuroo’s eyes were paralyzed with fear. The dark irises were the size of saucers as he stared blankly at Tooru who was smart enough to have the fear of god in his eyes. A crackling over the intercom broke the silence as Mad Dog’s voice filled the cab.

“Everything is under control, we’re about to make our descent. Buckle up, say a prayer, and prepare for a rough landing.”

“What do you mean a rough landing?!” Daichi shouted as Bokuto was thrown back into his seat as the plane took a nosedive.

Bokuto gripped the harness he was strapped into as his eyes flickered around the cabin. The comrades he’d been through hell with; all tried to keep fear from taking over their faces.

He was told that time slowed down when tragedy struck, but he found each second ticking faster than the last. Fear gripped his heart, and his blood ran cold. He thought about closing his eyes, he’d probably pass out and never wake up again. Is that what he wanted? To let the last few seconds of his life slip by in a peaceful sleep? Before he could think any more on it his ass lifted off the seat before slamming down on the metal bench. Everything was happening so fast he couldn’t process the bruise that was forming on his ass as the plane continued to bounce.

The sound of metal crashing against stone echoed through the cabin, as he was slammed back into his seat. His heart raced at an ungodly speed as he tried to register how they had hit land so fast. Before he could question it further, smoke filled the cabin, and he pulled at the restraints to escape...

Akaashi lounged on his throne, his fingers absentmindedly playing with Atsumu’s hair. Nimble fingers twisted the golden locks as he smelt a spicy presence at his side. The older twin let out a sound of annoyance.

“Stop hovering, Keiji is giving me attention.”

A low growl could be heard from Akaashi’s side. The raven haired omega did everything in his power to stop himself from smiling in amusement. He tried not to play favorites, but there was something endearing about the older Miya twin that Keiji couldn’t ignore. He was adorable, and Keiji wanted to spoil him. Osamu didn’t seem to mind. It was rare that the alpha didn’t act like the older twin, and if Keiji hadn’t heard the Miya twin’s mother confirming that Atsumu came out first; Keiji never would have believed it.

An annoyed scoff sounded from his right, and he hummed at the twins' antics. He heard some shuffling, and he dared to peak over his shoulder, only to see the large alpha sitting on a plush cushion. Broad shoulders were slumped, and a pout was on his lips as he scowled at Atsumu, who as Keiji found out was sticking his tongue out at the alpha.

The omega loved slow afternoons lazing around with his small pack. A pleasant breeze blowing gauzy curtains, as the soft turning pages of a book were occasionally heard from the lanky blond alchemist. A content sigh escaped his lips as he buried his nose in Atsumu’s scent glands, soliciting a pleasant purr from him.

The peace seemed almost eternal until a loud whirring sound echoed through the palace, and a loud crash could be heard in the courtyard. Akaashi sat up startled, as Atsumu let out an alert scent.

Osamu was already on his feet, gripping the heavy spear in his hand, letting out a powerful scent. Akaashi appreciated the way his muscles moved under his inked skin. The intricate art accentuating each one of his muscles. Akaashi stood, walking towards the doors of his palace, curiosity getting the better of him.

“Your majesty!” Iwa shouted, running after Akaashi. “We don’t know what’s out there! Give us a moment to inspect it first!”

Atsumu was at his side in an instant. Linking his arm with Akaashi’s as they walked through the marble halls. When they came to the courtyard Akaashi’s inquisitive eyes flickered over thick black smoke billowing from a metal contraption shaped vaguely like a bird.

“By the gods,” Sugawara gasped, appearing at his side.

Bokuto’s eyes burned as he coughed on the smoke, doing his best to avoid inhaling anymore as his fingers fumbled with the straps. As soon as he was free he covered his mouth with a cloth and went to work undoing Sakusa’s straps.

“The crowbar! Get the crowbar!” He shouted, coughing on the smoke.

Oikawa pushed his shoulder into the service door until he heard Bokuto’s command. Turning he searched for the crowbar, finding it strapped to the wall. Oikawa grabbed the crowbar, prying on the door until it finally gave way. Fresh air immediately entered the cabinet and Oikawa choked on it, taking gulps of it as he stumbled out of the plane. His eyes watered as he tried to blink the sting of the smoke away, and his vision slowly focused on a large white palace.

“Holy shit, you’re not gonna believe this…” Oikawa murmured in awe, at the way the sunlight reflected off the intricately carved marble of the palace. The architecture alone could rival the seven wonders of the world.

Osamu’s eyes sharpened at the sight of the newcomers, as he approached them, spear at the ready. Metal being drawn from a sheath sounded behind him, and he knew Iwa was supporting him. He held his spear at the ready.

“Who are you, and where did you come from?”

Kuroo stiffened in surprise, holding his hands up to show he meant no harm. “Is that a spear?”

The rest of his comrades immediately drew their guns, pointing the barrel of their guns at Iwa and Osamu. “Drop your weapons, or I’ll blow your head off.” Oikawa said, switching the safety off.

Akaashi approached them in curiosity. He had no idea what the stranger meant by that, and he had no idea what odd contraptions they held in their hands.

“Your majesty! Wait! We don’t know what kind of people these strangers are!” Osamu said in a panic, as Akaashi didn’t falter in his steps.

“They smell kind of funny Keiji,” Atsumu murmured in his ear, as he sniffed the air.

“They lack a scent,” Akaashi commented, as leaned forward to look down the barrel of the gun, making Daichi nervous. “I never knew betas were so…strange.”

“We’re serious, we’ll shoot. Back off…” Oikawa began again.

“It’s them!” Sugawara shouted in realization as he came running. “Our god has finally returned to us! Just like the prophecy foretold. Don’t you see your majesty? Do you not recognize Hypnos in the flesh?” Sugawara exclaimed.

Much to Bokuto’s surprise the priest’s finger was pointed directly at him. He lowered his weapon, distracted by the silver haired man. Golden eyes shifted to his comrades looking for answers, but they looked just as confused as he did.

“I’m no god…” He spoke up.

Pieces started to fall into place as he took a quick assessment of his surroundings. The palace, the outdated weapons, and the waterfalls that seemed to flow off the edge of the earth and fall into nothing but clouds. They had crash landed on an island of an ancient society that was far removed from the rest of the world. They called him god, because they simply didn’t know any better.

“Yes you are! You fell from the heavens just like the prophecy foretold. Bringing with you more people to help repopulate our kingdom!” The priest continued, waving his arms frantically.

“It worked!” Atsumu shouted, bouncing excitedly as he grabbed Akaashi’s hand. “It was my sacrificial mouse! Hypnos is here because I sacrificed my mouse to see our god!”

“You did so well ‘Tsumu,” Akaashi purred as scented him. “You have Hypnos' favor.”

“We crashed our plane,” Bokuto interrupted before they could draw any more conclusions. He pointed at the still smoking plane. “We didn’t fall from the heavens.”

Bokuto straightened as the man with curly black hair stepped into his personal space, sniffing the crook of his neck. “What are you doing?” He asked, trying to gently push him off, crystal blue eyes peered up at him in curiosity.

“How dare you disgrace the king of Fukurodani,” the silver haired man seethed.

Palms were immediately in the air as owlish eyes flickered down and a spear tip was centimeters from his throat. Fabric strained under Bokuto’s heaving chest as he tried to calm himself. He was a soldier, he’d trained for similar situations as this. Black ink marked the man’s skin. He was almost Bokuto’s size. “Almost,” he mused. He’d have the upper hand in a hand to hand fight, as long as the other man’s skills didn’t surpass his own.

Slender fingers reached out to grip the spear, pushing it down. The larger man didn’t fight the ethereal creature, starry eyes were looking directly at him once more.

“If Suga says our god has returned then he speaks the truth,” his words held power amongst his followers. None questioned his rule, even Bokuto wanted to accept his words as truth. His head was screaming at him to speak up. To correct this beautiful creature, another primal part of him told him to take. Take everything this king was willing to give him until he could only be claimed as his own. “I am Keiji Akaashi, and I’ve been waiting for you Hypnos.”

Bokuto looked up at Akaashi, and slowly shook his head. Whatever thoughts he’d conjured quickly disappeared at the name, “Hypnos.”

From Bokuto’s limited knowledge of gods, he knew Hypnos to be the Greek god of sleep. Perhaps their Hypnos was someone else, anyone else, as long as it wasn’t him.

“My name is Kotaro Bokuto. I am not this god you seek.” He stated, bluntly, and the man just smiled at him.

His breath caught in his chest as his eyes took in that smile. Perfect, ethereal, warm and only for him. Those ocean pools bore into him, stripping him bare and all he wanted to do was drown in them.

“Perhaps you just don’t remember Kotaro.” His voice was gentle, and his eyes were filled with an emotion Bokuto couldn’t put his finger on. “Come, you all need rest,” Akaashi said as he turned to walk back to the palace.

Bokuto watched a blond copy of the silver haired man run past him, dragging Sakusa by the hand as he buried half of himself into Akaashi’s side. The raven haired man welcomed him into his embrace by wrapping an arm around him.

Bokuto glanced at the rest of them and shrugged. There wasn’t anything else they could do but follow them into the palace. He felt out of place on this island frozen in time. Kotaro hadn’t believed in magic since he was a child, but like most kids the magic went away when he approached middle school. Stepping into the polished stone palace had his jaw dropping.

The place oozed luxury, but Akaashi and his followers seemed to pay no mind to it. There was an ornate throne that Akaashi took a seat on, shifting to sit comfortably, as the blonde that had stolen Kiyoomi away sat on a pillow at his feet.

“‘Tsumu who is this?” The king asked leaning forward to peer into Sakusa’s face, obviously assessing the prize Atsumu had taken for himself.

“Omi-Omi!” The name was spoken with pride. “This is my mate!”

A low growl emitted behind him as the twin stepped forward, “don’t say something so foolish.”

“‘Samu you don’t get to pick my mate!” Atsumu said standing to his feet, as Sakusa was still trying to recover from the idea of being anyone’s “mate” and what exactly that implied.

“You’re an omega ‘Tsumu. You pick an alpha, he’s just a beta!” Osamu said standing his ground.

The way Keiji absentmindedly played with his curls was a good indicator to Bokuto that these fights happened often.

“He is too an alpha!” Atsumu shouted, squaring his shoulders determinedly. “Besides, omegas can mate with betas. Isn’t that right Tssuki?!”

The blond omega looked up from his book, sitting it down in his lap as he pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose. A small smirk creeped on his face. “‘Atsumu is right, omegas can mate with betas.”

“You have the potential to give us another Pack Alpha ‘Tsumu. Don’t waste that on some beta.”

“You and Keiji will give us plenty of pack alphas!” Atsumu said, walking towards Sakusa. “I’m mating for love!” He said plopping himself in Sakusa’s lap and wrapping his arms around his neck.

“Love? We just met.” Sakusa said furrowing his brows as he looked at Atsumu, suddenly remembering his disdain for germs. He attempted to push the omega off him but he just heard a low purr and felt blond hair brushing against his skin.

Oikawa laughed from where he’s sitting. “Don’t let me miss the wedding Omi-kun.”

“Omi-Omi!” Atsumu’s eyes were alight, pleased with the clever nickname he’d given his dark haired acquaintance. “You’ll nest with me Omi-Omi.”

“Is this a sex thing?” Kuroo asked, finally speaking up. “Because this sounds like a sex thing.”

“Kuroo,” Daichi lowly hissed, elbowing him in the ribs.

“No, Tetsu-Chan is right.” Oikawa chimed in. “With all this talk of alphas, betas, and omegas it sounds like some kinky roleplay shit. You know, like that shit you read in fanfics where authors classify their favorite characters as an alpha or an omega.”

Daichi stared blankly at Oikawa trying to process what he just heard, while Kuroo let out a wolfish laugh.

“Did you just admit to reading fanfic?”

Oikawa huffed, “you get my point.”

“Yes, it is sex stuff.” The lean blond that has been introduced as “Tssuki” chimed in.

His voice was devoid of any humor, and sounded as if he was lecturing a group of obnoxious teenagers. Though, it was clear when you put Tetsuro Kuroo and Tooru Oikawa in a room together they were just as bad.

“Some people present as alphas. They tend to be more aggressive, protective, and dominant. Others present as omegas. They’re the nurturing ones, the smart ones. Each need the other to exist. Omegas need alphas through their heats, and alphas need omegas through their ruts. Occasionally you get an omega who doesn’t entirely fit the mold like Keiji. He possesses the need to protect, and oftentimes takes the lead like an alpha, but he has the strong desire to care for others as well. So, nature made him a head omega.”

“What does that have to do with sex stuff?” Bokuto asked, furrowing his brows as he tried to process everything the omega was telling him.

“It means we each have a secondary gender that determines who we can have pups with.” Akaashi said, speaking up.

The silence in the room was broken quite quickly as the palace doors were practically kicked open, and a tall alpha walked in. Akaashi seemed unphased as he watched the alpha approach, a large boar slung over his shoulders, blood splattering on the white marble from the jugular that had been split open.

“Toshi, you know I hate it when you get blood all over my palace floors.” Akaashi said as sharp eyes flickered to the trail of blood. Unphased, the alpha dropped the boar at his feet.

“Your majesty! Look at the beast I’ve slain!”

Osamu growled, as he stepped forward. “Where the hell have you been?! These beta’s could have killed the king!”

A low growl rumbled in the taller alpha’s chest as he stepped forward. “Are you saying the kingdom’s pack alpha was too weak to protect our majesty?”

A slender body came between the two, pushing them apart as palms rested on their chests. “I will not have fighting infront of our guests.” Akaashi said softly. “This is Wakatoshi Ushijima.” He introduced the tall alpha before walking towards the patio that led to the gardens.

“Come, after a bath we’ll see you to your rooms.” Akaashi said as the entourage followed him out to the gardens. “We have a small bath dedicated to betas.” Akaashi explained, as he gestured to the entrance of a small bathhouse. “Once you’ve finished bathing, Iwa will escort you to your rooms.”

“Thank you, we appreciate your hospitality.” Daichi said, stepping forward and slightly bowing to Akaashi, soliciting a small grin from the head omega.

“You’re welcome, Sawamura.” Akaashi said softly. “We will hold a feast in the main hall tomorrow night. A celebration for Hypnos’ return, and his followers.”

Daichi opened his mouth to ask further, but Akaashi was already retreating to the palace. Tssuki, and Atsumu clung tightly to his sides as Osamu followed loyally behind. Brown eyes flickered down briefly, to see wide eyes staring up at him. Startled, he took a few steps back, the omega following him like a magnet.

“Sawamura Daichi,” he said with a wide grin. “You’re part of the old clan, it was said that the first born male was always an alpha.”

Daichi swallowed, “you’re saying there is a Daichi clan here?”

“There was, until they left with Hypnos.”

“Hypnos, who you think is Bokuto?” Daichi asked as Suga nodded with a wide smile.

“You’ve all come back though,” Suga said softly. “Right when we needed you the most. Just like the prophecies said.”

Daichi tried to wrap his head around what Sugawara was trying to tell him, “I’m glad we came at the right time then.”

He turned to follow the rest of his comrades into the bathhouse, and tried to come to terms with everything that had happened. Was he upset that they crash landed on a paradise island with no return home? His family was non-existent, and the military was the only life he knew. As he slipped off his clothes he decided that staying on the island might be a chance to start over.

“What do you think of this place Boku-Chan?” Oikawa asked as he admired the view.

The bath pool seemed to flow off the edge of the island and disappear into the clouds. Bokuto admired the sunset as his muscles relaxed in the hot water.

“It’s beautiful, but I have a sister to get back to,” he said with a shrug. “So, I’m going to work on fixing the plane and getting us out of here…”

Kuroo swallowed, “if they accept me I think I’ll stay.”

Bokuto’s head snapped up at Kuroo in surprise, and Kuroo gave him a desperate, fear driven look.

“I can’t get on another airplane, Bokuto,” Kuroo stressed. “Not after what happened. Not after the crash.”

Oikawa gently rubbed his arm, “it’s okay Tetsuro. Everyone seems welcoming here.”

Akaashi led Atsumu through the gardens, picking through the various flowers to add to his growing bouquet. Soon he had a colorful bouquet in his hands and he practically skipped towards his room. Osamu let out a low huff as he followed after the pair, watching Akaashi grab Atsumu’s hand in his.

“Do you think Bokuto will like these?” Akaashi asked, pushing his bedroom door open, and going to his collection of ribbons. He pulled a periwinkle one out, tying it around the bouquet of flowers.

Atsumu nodded as he peered over Akaashi’s shoulder, “he’s going to love those!”

Osamu shook his head as he leaned against the bedpost, “I don’t know why you’re wasting your time with him Keiji.”

Atsumu whipped his head towards his twin, putting his hands on his hips and let out an annoyed growl.

“He’s not wasting his time!” Atsumu said taking a step closer to Osamu. “You’re just jealous cause you can’t catch Keiji to mark him.”

Osamu growled, “that’s not true! I have the kingdom’s best interests at heart, and an outsider will ruin us!”

Akaashi sighed, “it’s okay ‘Tsumu.” A slender hand was placed on the omega’s shoulder. “Pack alphas don’t usually get along.”

The head omega felt his blond companion relax under his touch and soft voice. “He does look like he’ll be a pack alpha.”

A small smirk crept across his face as challenging eyes met his brother’s, soliciting a small growl from the alpha. Moments where he could be a little shit to his twin were his absolute favorite. Especially when he knew Keiji looked at him like he hung the moon. He could do no wrong, and Osamu knew it. A quality the pack alpha both loved and loathed about Akaashi.

A small hum from Akaashi tore Osamu’s gaze away from Atsumu’s. The small sound of agreement had his stomach rolling with jealousy. He was supposed to be the only one, the only suitable mate for Keiji. They both knew their mating was destiny, but he was the only one that acted like he wanted it. Now Akaashi was prancing around, gifting flowers to a beta who knew nothing of their ways, and would just leave Akaashi sad and heartbroken.

Before he could speak up, Akaashi was already flitting towards the beta’s room, bouquet in hand, and Atsumu animatedly chattering at his side. With a low huff he followed along, shoulders slightly sagging as he watched his future mate woo another man.

After watching the head omega place the bouquet on Bokuto’s pillow with care, he followed him down to the kitchens to order a feast for tomorrow night. The servants instantly went to work preparing the palace and Akaashi went to meet the betas in the foyer.

Bokuto was the first out of the bath, and the first thing he noticed was all of their clothes were missing. The servants had been kind enough to replace them with robes. Tossing the fluffy towel at a bin he went to work putting the robe on, and was unimpressed as he looked in the mirror.

“Cute ass,” Kuroo commented as he entered the dressing room with a towel wrapped around his waist.

Bokuto let out a low growl, “there’s one for you too dumbass.”

“Oh my god!” Oikawa exclaimed, lifting his sheer robe up. “I can totally pull this off!“

Bokuto rolled his eyes as he tried to cover his dick with his hands. Nudity was widely accepted here, and he wondered why these omegas seemed to have no shame. He heard Daichi shout “when in Rome,” and a disgruntled growl came from Sakusa at his side.

Walking into the castle Oikawa was the only one among them completely content with the sheer robes they were placed in. They found Akaashi, Atsumu and Osamu waiting for them in the hall. Iwa stopped, and slightly bowed at Akaashi, before turning to the group.

“Keiji will show you to your rooms.”

“Thank you Iwa,” Akaashi said with a smile.” I’ll give you rooms in the same hall as me. Don’t hesitate to knock on my door if you need anything.”

After getting everyone settled, Akaashi retired to his room with Atsumu. Not bothering with clothes he slipped into the nest, snuggling Atsumu.

“You like Sakusa,” he stated as he played with Atsumu’s hair.

Atsumu hummed in reply, “you know me too well Keiji.”

A laugh that sounded like music to Atsumu’s ears filled the room. “I’ve known you a long time.” His voice turned quiet, “perhaps he will warm your bed tomorrow night.”

Atsumu didn’t respond to Akaashi’s remark. A comfortable silence filled the air as Atsumu’s mind wandered. He was ready for an alpha. Keiji had taken care of his every need up until now, but something was missing, and Atsumu believed Kiyoomi Sakusa was the missing piece.

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Using Ushi as model for anatomy practice 😤😤

#ushijima #ushijima wakatoshi

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Couldn’t Utter My Love When It Counted <Erwin Smith x Reader>

Request:

Hello. I have to admit, I'm absolutely in love with the way you write. You're amazing and so talented!

I'll understand perfectly well, if you refuse my request. It's fine. Actually, my cat is sick right now, and I don't feel good about it. Me and the veterinarians are treating him, and we are waiting for him to recover. So, if you don't mind, I'd like some comfort and reassurance, please. Maybe, if it turns into something hot, I don't mind, actually...

*deep breath* Veterinarian Erwin Smith. When you just enter the clinic, with a screaming cat in a carrier, he is just finishing his last appointment. He gives you both a confused look and something clicks in his brain and heart. Erwin literally snatches you out of the hands of his colleague, justifying himself by saying, that everyone at the clinic knows, that he is the one, who gets along best with cats. And you just have a very worried cat. Erwin will handle it better then anyone. He sees, how much you are worried and how much you are scared, confusingly telling the symptoms with which you came. He especially carefully examines and palpates your cat. Actually, he should focus on the cat screaming loudly in his hands, but his gaze constantly returns to you. Erwin has ideas, although he is not sure exactly, and he prescribes examinations and tests. He becomes your cat's doctor. You come almost every day, and Erwin is very happy to see you, but on the other hand, he feels, that he is not doing his job well. The cat is still sick and Erwin still doesn't have an accurate diagnosis. Every time, a man smiles and laughs at how emotional your cat is. Yes, constant kicking and loud yelling are inconvenient, but Erwin wants to cope with it. He imagines, with what adoration and gratitude you look at him, at your savior, when will he cure the cat. Maybe, after that, you'll agree to go on a date with him? But Erwin comes back to reality, when he sees your cat scratching your hand and face very badly during the IV. He's trying to treat your wounds carefully. You say that everything is fine, but the sight of your blood makes Erwin nervous. Poor sweet girl, Erwin's heart, hardened by years of working as a veterinarian, hurts, when he sees that you almost cry when you keep your cat under a IV. Of course, you love your cat very much, the man assures you, that you are a good and responsible owner, and he will definitely cure your cat. He promises. He can take care of your cat. And about you too, sweet girl.

Sharp eyes searched the wall of files that were neatly placed in open shelves. Find the section he needed he carefully placed the file in alphabetical order, doing his best to avoid any paper cuts on the sharp edges of the folders.

Voices from the receptionist drowned into the background of a few animals that sat in the waiting room, until a screaming cat entered the lobby. His curiosity peaked and he turned slightly to see who the owner of such a distressed patient was. A breath escaped his lungs, as his heart hammered inside his chest. Muscles moved on their own accord and he was taking the cat crate to take a better look at the distressed feline.

“Dr Zacharius, you’re more of a dog person anyways,” he stated. Out of the corner of cerulean eyes he could see large forearms straining against the white fabric of his coat. “’l’ll take care of this patient.”

A knowing smirk played on Miche’s lips as he watched Erwin. His deep voice was calming and confident, “You’ll be in the best hands with Dr. Smith.”

Erwin relaxed at Miche’s approval as he gestured down the hall. “Follow me please.”

He took the liberty of carrying the screaming cat down the hall with him, into his exam room. The veterinary assistant had already sterilized the room. Erwin sat the plastic crate on the metal counter. He twisted the latches to open up the top of the carrier and slowly pulled the top off doing his best to not startle the cat.

“Why is (cat’s name) visiting us today?”

He watched her nervously clench her fists as she stood across the table from him. A deep breath filled her chest as he watched her attempt to relax herself enough to discuss the issues. Erwin glanced down as he attempted to get to know his patient better, gently stroking the feline’s head, remaining calm for the furry pet.

“I was changing their litter box and noticed some blood,” she began, occasionally using her hands as she spoke. “I was concerned so I started to monitor them more closely, and there was blood in their urine.”

Erwin listened to her speak, letting the cat walk circles in his crate rubbing against his palm. He glanced down at the cat when it started to purr.

“Have they been straining when they urinate? Or crying out in pain?” He asked as he started taking the cat’s vitals.

Inquisitive eyes flickered up at her as often as he could. Stealing quick glances, doing his best to memorize every detail about her that he could. He wondered for a moment if he was being unprofessional, but the thought didn’t last long when she began speaking again.

“Yes, they’ve been struggling to urinate, and not much comes out when they do.”

“How long has this been going on?”

Sucking in her bottom lip, she gnawed on it with worry. “I’m not really sure, I’m sorry…”

He immediately saw the guilt flash in her eyes. A look he often recognized in owner’s who pet’s were more then just a family pet. Usually a best friend, and a companion. They always felt guilty for not noticing sooner.

“Hey, it’s alright.” He said softly, gently touching her shoulder. The brief touch felt like sparks were igniting under his skin, and he tried to push the feeling down. “Our pets can’t tell us when something is wrong. You did good bringing them in.”

Her shoulders seemed to relax as she nodded. “Thank you..”

Erwin gave her a soft smile as he continued to check over the cat. Feeling for any lumps, or any pain. When nothing out of the normal came up, he looked up at her.

“My guess is a UTI, but I would like to do a urinalysis to confirm. We’ll be right back.” He said, giving her a warm smile before closing up the cat carrier again. “Get comfortable, it may take a little while.” He gestured to the chair in the corner before leaving the room with the cat carrier.

What was he thinking, stealing Miche’s patient right from under his nose? All he had heard was a screaming cat, and the prettiest woman he’d ever seen.

“You’re smitten.” Miche commented from a stool that sat in front of their microscopes.

A small scoff was heard next to Miche. “It’s disgusting.” Levi stated from beside Miche. “The poor woman just wants her cat to get better, she doesn’t want to worry about some horny veterinarian trying to get in her pants.”

“You fell in love with Miche and he’s a horny veterinarian.” Erwin stated bluntly.

Levi’s face turned beet red as he sputtered for a reply, which solicited a wide grin from Miche who decided to pepper her cheek with kisses.

“Get off me you brute!” He growled, not using much energy to even try and push him off. A clear indicator that he enjoyed the kisses.

Erwin carried the crate to a room in the back and went to work doing his urine analysis, which came back inconclusive. He sighed, and carried the crate back, sitting it on the exam table. His heart was squeezing at the sight of her hopeful gaze.

“The urinalysis came back inconclusive,” he stated as he watched her visibly deflate. “However, that is quite common for felines.”

She seemed to relax a little as she listened to him, slowly nodded as she tried to process everything he said.

“What I want to do is a urine culture, some x-rays and blood work.” He explained, as her eyes widened.

“Okay, of course. I just want them to get better.” She said softly, as she looked up at him with big hopeful eyes.

The soft pour of her lips, and her big doe eyes had him exhaling a breath he didn’t realize he was holding. He was determined to bring this feline back to full health, and maybe get her number if he was smooth enough.

He blinked himself out of that thought and gave her a small smile. “I’ll bring them into the back again. It may be a while, would you like me to get you anything to drink? Some tea or coffee maybe?”

She slowly shook her head, “no thank you.”

He nodded, “of course. I’ll be back. Hopefully with some answers.”

Disappearing out the door with the cat crate he went to the back to start on all the tests. He found something extremely concerning in the x-rays and searched out Levi for a second opinion. He was only the best cat veterinarian, because Levi had chosen to pursue large animal medicine. The man was a human embodiment of a cat, and Erwin was surprised Levi tolerated the pack of dogs Miche brought home to him.

“I need your opinion on these.* He said holding the x-rays up in the light.

“Crystallization on the kidneys. Common for really bad UTI’s.” He said, hardly glancing at the chart.

“Start with a change of diet, it might save your patient surgery.” He suggested.

Erwin nodded, “glad to know we’re on the same page.”

“You’re just scared of blowing your chances with the owner. Get out of your own head Smith.”

Erwin let out a small laugh. Levi’s bluntness always came as a comfort. If Levi believed he had a chance then he really did. The man wasn’t known for sparing other’s feelings.

“Thank you Levi.” He said before grabbing the cat carrier and entering the exam room.

“Thank you so much for waiting, (cat’s name) did wonderful for all of my tests.” He said as he sat the carrier on the exam table.

Taking the x-rays out of his folder he put them up against a light up board to show her his discoveries. “If you take a look at this area you can see crystals on the kidneys. This is quite common for bad UTI’s.” He explained as his pen hovered over the x-ray. “I think the best course of action is to send you home with some medicine, and a specialized dietary food to see if that dissolves the crystals. If not, we will most likely need to do surgery.”

Erwin watched her nibble on her bottom lip in thought, processing everything he’d said. He could see the anxiety behind her eyes as she looked down at her beloved pet. “How much would surgery cost?”

Erwin swallowed, he hated delivering bad news, but in his line of work he seemed to deliver bad news on the daily.

“Between $3,000-$3,500.”

She sucked in a breath as he dropped the figure. “I guess there’s no choice then. Let’s try the medicine, and if that doesn’t work we’ll go from there.”

Erwin smiled, “a vet tech will be in shortly with the medicine, I’ll let reception know about the food and to schedule you for a month from now.”

After disappearing out of the room he watched Marco disappear into the room to go over medications with her, and he spoke to Sasha about setting up an appointment for next month.

Two weeks had passed and Erwin couldn’t get her out of his head. Whenever he closed his eyes his thoughts always wandered back to her. Two weeks had drug by, and he was itching to make his normal check in call. Getting up he did his best to casually wander over to reception.

“Going somewhere?” Miche smirked from where he was filling out patient forms.

Erwin was startled for half a moment. He clenched his jaw realizing Miche had been keeping track of the last time his patient came into the clinic. “Just doing some check up calls,” Erwin said, coyly.

Miche hummed, “I’m sure you are.”

Erwin rolled his eyes and grabbed the desk phone and pulled her number from the file. After dialing the number he waited for her to pick up.

“Hello?”

Her voice sounded like music to his ears and Erwin relaxed, a small smile pulling at his lips.

“Hi, this is Dr. Smith from Scouts Animal Hospital. I was calling to check up on (cat’s name).”

“Oh hi Dr.Smith. I haven’t seen any improvements. There’s still blood present in their urine, and they’ve started having accidents in the kitchen.”

Erwin listened to her as he leaned against the counter. “I think it would be best if you brought (cat’s name) in sooner.” He said softly. “I’m concerned that no improvements have been made, and I think surgery is our best option.”

A small sniffle could be heard on the other end of the line, and Erwin could tell she was attempting to collect herself. “Yes, of course I’ll bring them in right away.”

“Alright, I’ll see you soon. We’re going to get them better.” He said in an attempt to comfort her.

After they said their goodbyes he hung up the phone and went back to order Jean to get the room ready for surgery.

When she arrived at the clinic, Erwin checked her in and brought her back to the exam room to discuss the details of the surgery. He lifted the top of the crate off and got reacquainted with her pet.

“I’m going to open them up, and remove all the crystals. Hopefully once we do that they’ll be back to normal.” He said softly. “We will want to observe them for a couple days, and the healing process will be long.” He added.

“Okay, will you tell me how surgery goes?” She asked, scratching the feline’s ear. “I’d like to wait in the waiting room until I know how they are.”

“Of course, now I do need to put an IV in. You may want to step out of the room or look away if you’re not good with needles.”

“Needles don’t bother me,” she said quickly, and Erwin could sense a bit of determination in her voice.

Erwin nodded and got the IV ready, grabbing an electric razor to shave the area, before explaining to her how to hold the cat while he worked. Choosing the front leg he quickly shaved the area, keeping an eye on the struggling cat. (Y/N) seemed to have it under control as he grabbed the needle and catheter tube. After putting on gloves and properly sterilizing the area he searched for the vein and when he found it, he warned her that he was about to place the IV. As he pushed the needle in he rolled his thumb over the vein to stop the blood as he reached for the IV tube to finish setting up. Too focused on the job at hand he faintly heard an angered hiss followed by a pissed off meow, as he secured the catheter in place and he glanced up to see blood dripping from (Y/N)’s face.

“I’m so sorry, I should have had Jean hold them. Let me get you cleaned up.” He said, leading her over to the sink to sterilize the cat scratch. Erwin quickly changed his gloves out grabbing the rubbing alcohol from under the sink. “This is going to hurt, but it’s the best way to avoid infection.”

He poured some of the rubbing alcohol on a cotton swab and he gently went to work cleaning the wound. The small winces one her face had his heart shattering. If he’d been more careful this never would have happened.

“It’s okay, I promise.” She said softly, gently grabbing his wrist seeing the panic in his eyes. “I own a cat, this kind of stuff is normal you know?”

“Are you sure? I feel terrible…” Erwin said, slightly hanging his head in shame. He prided himself on being a professional, and in that moment he acted like a complete rookie.

“I’m sure, just get them better. Please?” She asked, gently squeezing his wrist again before letting go.

“Of course, they’ll get better. I promise.”

He gave her a warm smile before taking the cat in the back and getting them prepped for surgery. Surgery went smooth and Erwin had tucked the feline safely in a crate while it slept off the anesthesia, and made his way out to the waiting room. It was mostly empty accept for one late night emergency appointment, and he approached (Y/N).

“Surgery went good (cat’s name) is currently sleeping off the anesthesia.”

(Y/N) stood up, stretching a little. “Thank you, am I able to come in daily to check in on them?”

“Of course, would you like to see them before you go?”

She nodded in response and Erwin lead her into the back to the metal cage they were securely locked in. Erwin gave her some space to visit with her feline companion as he finished up on some paperwork.

She came to visit day after day. Erwin made sure to set aside time to speak with her, and update her on the cat’s progress. Eventually, Erwin had determined they were ready to finish healing at home. He felt bittersweet as he put the cat in it’s carrier. He’d miss seeing her face around the clinic everyday. Picking up the carrier he took the cat out to the lobby and pet her at the front desk.

“I’ll walk you out,” he said, gesturing for her to lead the way. Happy to carry the crate a little longer if it meant he could spend a few extra minutes in her presence.

“I appreciate everything you’ve done for me.”

“It was my pleasure, they’ve been an excellent patient,” he smiled as he sat the crate in her passenger seat. “If anything comes up, call me on my cell.”

He handed her a scrap of paper, and she took it, glancing down at the neatly written number, his name penned out below it. In a burst of courage he decided to go for it.

“Whether it’s about the cat, or personal. I’d love to talk.” He said, offering her a warm smile before shutting the car door.

A small blush bloomed on her cheeks. “Thank you. I’ll make sure to call.”

After saying a quick goodbye Erwin watched her drive off and he went into the clinic, taking a seat in the break room. All he could do was hope that she’d reach out.

It had been five weeks, and (Y/N) clutched the scrap of paper in her hand. This was the perfect time to call him, she tried to reason with herself. She could update him on (cat’s name) recovery. They were back to normal, and she was grateful for everything Erwin had done for her. She was almost positive he was hitting on her in the parking lot. Taking a deep breath she dialed his number and waited for him to pick up.

Erwin heard his phone ringing and he walked over to his bedside table to answer it. He noticed it was an unknown number, and he hit accept.

“This is Erwin Smith.”

“Hi, this is (Y/N) (L/N) you were taking care of my cat (cat’s name). I just wanted you to know they’re back to normal, so thank you.”

Erwin smiled at the sound of her voice. He’d given up hope on her reaching. “That’s great! I’m so happy to hear they’re doing better.”

“I can’t tell you how much I appreciate everything you did for them.”

“It was my pleasure to help,” Erwin said softly. “If you need anything else don’t hesitate to reach out.”

After they said their goodbyes, Erwin sat his phone down; hoping she’d find another reason to call.

#Erwin Smith #erwin smith x reader #erwin smith one shot #Mike Zacharias #mike zacharias x levi ackerman #miche zacharius x levi ackerman #aot #attack on titan #attack on titan one shot

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Oh my god this was perfect 😍 Thank youuuuuu!! The spice was 🔥🔥🔥

Hey, can I request a BokuAka oneshot?

NSFW! If you’re comfortable 🥰

Bokuto has been away overseas for games. He asks Akaashi to send him some nudes, and it eventually turns into a spicy video chat?

This one was so fun to write. I enjoyed it and hope you do as well:)

Parting Playtime

“Kotaro? Are you almost ready? “ Atsuma barged into the bathroom, finding Bokuto holding his compression shirt up and his phone in his hand posing for the selfie he was just about to take. A smug grin formed on the blonde's face as he watched the color of Bokuto’s cheeks change to a bright red color. Bokuto quickly dropped his shirt and almost let his phone fall out of his hand and on the hard tile floor. “Were you taking thirst trap pictures for Keiji?,” Atsumu’s grin grew wider coming to the realization. “WAIT! Did Keiji ask for them? I mean if he did that’s cool. It’s just the last thing I’d expect out of him. Actually. No, that sounds like him.” The two of them stood in the bathroom in silence for a few seconds before Atsumu leaned into Bokuto, “So you gonna show that titty picture you just took or?,” Bokuto huffed and pushed Atsumu out of the bathroom and closed the door and remembered to lock the door this time. “I’ll be ready in fifteen minutes. Go on without me, I’ll catch up.”

Bokuto didn’t know too much about fashion, he had the same style since high school. He didn’t care to switch it up. He wore a button-up tacky patterned shirt with a few buttons unbuttoned to show off his chest of course and some jeans that were tight enough to hug his ass and picked out the basic slip-on shoes. He didn’t like going out to bars or clubs, he would prefer to stay in his hotel room and fall asleep on facetime with his husband. He really missed him and just wanted the season to be over, so he could hold him. He missed carding his fingers through his black hair, whispering sweet nothings to him right before they made love to each other. He almost picked up his phone to cancel on the guys but remembered the lecture his husband gave him about not spending time with his teammates. He took a glance in the mirror at himself, making sure his hair stood up from the gel and the styling he did to it, grabbed his wallet and cell phone, and walked out the door.

Their usual spot was pretty busy and they would have to call in advance for the servers to have their booth ready for them. After paying for his uber and getting out of the car he stepped inside of the bar and chuckled softly at the sight of Sakusa trying to pull Atsumu down from the table to prevent him from doing a coyote ugly routine again.

“Kotaro! Will you please help? He started taking Jagerbombs like twenty minutes ago and now he’s gone. He’s picking fights with barely legal adults.” Sakusa exclaimed, his voice shaking in panic as Atsumu slipped from his grip and did the splits on the bar while licking the neck of his beer like it was a dick. This is exactly why they couldn’t take Atsumu anywhere. Bokuto climbed onto the bar and started to belt “Pour Some Sugar On Me” while downing a stranger's drink. In those moments he knew Akaashi wanted him to have fun and he was going to make the most out of tonight.

“Well, that certainly encouraged him. We haven't seen that Kotaro since well since we started the season,” Hinata chimed in as he watched their ace and setter scream the lyrics. They weren’t even singing at this point. “Well, I think he’s been going through a bit of an emo phase since being away from Akaashi. It’s good that he’s having fun.” Meian replied while holding his drink to his lips.

Eventually, Bokuto climbed off of the bar with Atsumu and helped him sit in the booth, and laughed as he watched Atsumu lean his head on Sakusa’s shoulder. “My Omi Omi,” Atsumu muttered into Sakusa’s ear. After catching his breath he grabbed his glass of water and drank from it. He felt his phone buzzing in his pocket and slid past the screen saver of him and Akaashi smiling and tapped on the imessage icon, he read over the text.

Akaashi: I hope you’re having fun with the team. I miss you. <3

It would have to be early in the morning in the time zone Akaashi was in. He smiled at the endearing message from his husband and started to tap away at his keyboard on his cellphone.

Bokuto: I miss you too. Had to dance on the table with ‘Tsumu for old time's sake. Did you enjoy waking up to my thirst trap?

Akaashi hadn't even realized Bokuto had sent him a picture. There was still sleep in his eyes and he sat up completely in bed, grabbing his glasses from their bedside table and putting them on. Once his vision was focused he scrolled up seeing the picture of his husband’s hot, sweaty chest with a message under it reading, “I expect one in return.. Of course if you want ;)” he shook his head at the demanding yet soft text Bokuto had sent and went back to replying.

Akaashi: Honey, is this your way of telling me to send nudes? Because if it is you could’ve just asked.

Bokuto gnawed on the inside of his cheek as he read over the text Akaashi had sent back to him. He and Akaashi never really exchanged pictures before, it wasn't something they ever talked about. Bokuto never really cared to ask him for pictures just because he preferred the real thing in front of him. But since being away he was regretting not talking with Akaashi about it. Before he could reply an attachment was sent from Akaashi. Without even thinking he opened up the attachment, his pupils dilated and he held his phone to his chest and swallowed.

“Bokuto? Everything alright?” Meian asked him after quickly noticing how red his face was and how secretive he was being. Bokuto just nodded and quickly scooted out of the booth with his phone still pressed to his chest. “I...Have to go…Something came up…” Bokuto stuttered, he zoomed out of the bar before anyone could say anything back to him.

After ubering back to the hotel, Bokuto quickly ran to the elevator, he impatiently slammed his fist on the up arrow button. Once the doors opened he stepped inside the elevator, once the doors closed he tapped his foot against the floor again impatiently. After the doors slid open, Bokuto zoomed out of the elevator and ran to his room. He clumsily pulled out his key card and dropped it on the ground “shit” he muttered, picking it up he held it to his door and heard the unlock sound, running into his room he pressed his back against the hard wooden door, he unlocked his phone again, catching another glimpse of the picture his husband sent him. Bokuto’s mouth drooled at the sight of Akaashi sitting up on his knees on the bed with his legs spread and his pretty cock leaking precum and with a message attached to it reading “I need you”.

Bokuto could feel himself become erect. His husband looked so perfect and the way the sun beamed in on his caramel skin made everything so much better. Another message came through.

Akaashi: Are you back in your room yet? Heh heh;p

Bokuto read over the message, he realized that Akaashi knew exactly what he was doing. Bokuto quickly tapped on the facetime icon by Akaashi’s contact name and he held the phone out, he heard the ringing and watched the “ringing” switch to “connecting” and saw his husband completely shirtless laying in their bed. “Kotaro.. What’s wrong? You look so red..” Akaashi muttered he knew exactly what he had done to his husband. Bokuto tried to speak but nothing came out. “Did I make you open that picture in public around all of your teammates? How selfish of me. I just wanted to give my husband what he was so desperately craving.” Akaashi teased and lowered his phone, holding it out to show himself stroking the tip of his swollen cock.

Bokuto drooled at the sight of his husband's cock. He licked his lips while watching Akaashi move his hand up and down his length. “I miss you very much. You make me like this. You drive me crazy to the point where I can’t take it anymore and I need you. Do you need me as I need you?” Bokuto nodded vigorously while palming at his erection. The tightness of his jeans made his cock ache, he let out a groan and tilted his head back.

“Strip for me Kotaro, please. I want to watch you. I want to see every inch of your body. “ Bokuto didn’t need to be asked twice, he moved to the entertainment center and propped his phone up, and slowly removed his shirt by unbuttoning the buttons. When the shirt was completely open, Bokuto could hear a small moan. Akaashi loved his husband's chest more than anything. “Keep going,” Akaashi muttered as he bit his lip while watching his husband strip. “I want to wrap my mouth around your bulge,” Akaashi added, noticing Bokuto’s apparent bulge. Bokuto blushed harder and unbuttoned his jeans, steadily pushing his pants down his thick thighs along with his boxers, his cock popped out slapping against his stomach. He was dripping precum everywhere.

“So much precum Kou. Is that all for me?” Akaashi asked while stroking himself faster to the sight of his husband's thick cock. Bokuto stroked himself a few times before he grabbed his phone and laid on the bed. He propped his phone up so Akaashi could see him stroking himself along with his facial expressions.

“Kotaro.. I want to sit on your cock.. “ Akaashi let out a low moan and Bokuto glanced at the screen and laid his gaze on Akaashi squeezing the tip of his cock and running his thumb over his slit, he whined out in pleasure. “I want to see you stretch out that tight hole of yours. Use your fingers for me. Imagine it’s my cock pushing inside you and reaching to your prostate.”

“Keep going.. Fuck Kotaro.. Mmm…” Akaashi whined in pleasure while sucking on his index and middle fingers and pulled them from his mouth and moved them to his hole and slowly pushed them inside, he gasped at the feeling of being stretched.

“Does that feel good?” Akaashi nodded his head at Bokuto’s question. He glanced at his screen and watched his husband's large hand squeezing his cock and stroking it. “Come on, you can get them further. I know you can,” Bokuto demanded. He watched Akaashi push his fingers deeper into his hole until his knuckles met the rim of his hole.

An exchange of “fuck’s” and “oh my gods” were echoing throughout the room. Akaashi wanted to make sure his husband was pleased even if he wasn't physically with him. “You look so perfect. The perfect whore for me,” Akaashi whined at the name Bokuto had called him. He always loved the names he gave him during sex. He loved being degraded by him. But most importantly he loved to become one with his husband.

“Oh, you liked that didn’t you?” Bokuto asked as he watched his hole clench around his fingers which caused him to stroke himself faster while occasionally spitting on his cock. “Curl your fingers for me, Kaashi. Like the way I do it,” Bokuto gave him another demand that only made Akaashi whimper in pleasure. Sure Akaashi was always a moaning mess when he and his husband fucked but there was something about Bokuto telling him what to do to pleasure himself that drove him insane. Bokuto’s voice was a lot more feral and deeper than usual, perhaps Bokuto was deep into it just like his husband was.

“Bo– It feels so good– keep telling me how much of a whore I am,” Akaashi muttered, he watched the darkness in his husband's eyes become darker after Akaashi’s request. “Shit.. You look so fucking good with your fingers stretching your tight hole and your other hand stroking your cock. It’s making me want to fly home for the night and fuck the shit out of you.” Bokuto grunted as he squeezed more precum out of his cock, wrapping his other hand around his cock, he vigorously stroked himself with both of his hand. His precum slid down his cock, and made a mess all over his knuckles. “Kou there's so much..Fuck.. I want to taste you so bad,” Akaashi murmured. Bokuto mouthed “oh fuck” and a smug grin formed on his face while watching his husband push in a third finger. “Yeah? You wanna suck my cock that bad? You want me to lay you on the bed with your head hanging over the edge and fuck your throat raw until you can't speak?” Bokuto asked but already knew the answer.

The two of them traded moans and grunts back and forth for what seemed like hours, their white bedsheets were now soaked in their sweat. “Kou– I’m gonna c–um,” Akaashi babbled. Tears were leaking from the corners of his eyes from the overstimulation from Bokuto edging him. “Oh? But I didn’t give my whore permission to cum,” Akaashi let out another needy moan, he felt his cock aching, he needed to cum. “If you can hold it for a countdown I’ll let you cum. Okay?” Akaashi quickly nodded his head and slowed down his strokes and fingering. “But I didn’t tell you to slow down did I?” Akaashi shook his head and his vision was starting to become blurry from not being able to cum. Akaashi’s words started to come out unintelligible. “Choke yourself for me and don't touch your cock until I tell you to,” Akaashi didn’t hesitate and his eyes rolled to the back of his skull, he pulled his fingers from his hole and wrapped them around his throat and started to squeeze softly while also taking his hand off of his cock.

Bokuto was making sure to give his husband what he wanted. He watched his cock twitch once his hand came off of his and his hole pulsated. “Your hole is reacting so needy when you pulled your fingers from it. It needs to be filled. Maybe I should buy you a vibrating plug and make you keep it in while I play with the controls. You want to be stuffed 24/7 don’t you?” Akaashi could only nod to Bokuto’s questions. He couldn’t speak any longer and squeezing his own throat wasn’t helping either, that only made Bokuto stroke himself faster. The pressure started to build and Bokuto needed to slow down or else he was going to cum before his husband.

“Put your fingers back inside of yourself and you can play with your cock again,” Bokuto ordered again. He watched as Akaashi pushed three fingers inside of himself this time, he watched as his hole clenched around his fingers practically cutting the circulation off. Akaashi moved his hand from his throat to his cock and went back to stroking himself at the speed that satisfied his husband.

“When I reach one, then you can cum. Since you’ve been so good for me I’ll start from 10 okay?” Akaashi nodded at Bokuto and kept his eyes open wanting to see Bokuto shoot his wasted load all over himself.

“10..9..8..7..” Akaashi cried out in pleasure and built the pressure back up and needed to cum. “Kou.” he mumbled and Bokuto replied to him in a stern like voice “Hold it,” Akaashi bit down on his lip and his toes curled from the pleasure and went faster, holding his orgasm off the best he could.

“6..5..4..3..” Bokuto paused his counting as he felt his orgasm approaching, he grunted and felt his cum on the verge of exploding from his cock. “2..1.. Cum.. Cum for me baby.. Fuck.. Cum with me..” Bokuto and Akaashi let out moans as the two of them felt their cum spurt out of their cocks and Bokuto's cum landed on his chest. Beads of cum slid down his chest down to his abs. Meanwhile, Akaashi’s cum had landed on his face and dripped down his knuckles. Akaashi had never felt a more intense orgasm before. He had came so much and when he finally did cum, his brain went fuzzy.

The two of them panted and Bokuto reached to his bedside table and grabbed tissues and wiped his abs, chest, and his hand. He watched Akaashi lay there panting with his cum still on his face. Akaashi reached and grabbed a tissue and wiped his face, his eyes were closed. When he was finished cleaning himself up he rolled on his side and looked at his phone and pulled his blankets over his face in embarrassment with a slight red to his cheeks.

“Why are you hiding your face,” Bokuto asked while breathlessly laughing at his husband's shy actions.

“You did so well for me,” He added. “I just never seen that side of you before and I'm embarrassed by how needy I was.”

“Why are you embarrassed by that? I thought you were perfect. I loved every second of it,” Bokuto replied.

Akaashi peeked his head out of the covers to look at his husband on his cellphone and gave him a big grin. “You being away from me like this is killing me and I miss you. I love you so much Kotaro. I don’t know how I got so lucky.”

Bokuto blinked at Akaashi and a delighted grin grew on his face. “I love you too Kaashi. But I think it’s I who got lucky. I would be lost and I wouldn’t be where I am today without you. You’ve helped me get through so many walls and I'm so grateful to call you my partner and my husband. Since we met I–” Bokuto smiled as he realized that his husband had passed out on him. He softly smiled and wished that he could tuck him in and kiss his forehead.

“Goodnight Keiji”

Bokuto added before pulling the blankets over him and sinking into his pillow, and he eventually fell asleep to the sounds of Akaashi breathing.

#akaashi #haikyuu!!#bokuaka #akaashi x bokuto #akaashi keiji #bokuto koutarou #bokuto kotaro

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