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tiza0925 · 5 days

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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.

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mavrintarou · 4 months

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[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.

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cherrye · 4 days

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hello! can i please request thigh riding with akaashi? he just keeps praising you and encouraging you to get off on his thigh so sweetly :(

bare thighs (s)

akaashi keiji x f!reader

cw: thigh riding, slight dacryphilia, praise, akaashi is a tease, very minor hair pulling

a/n: i hope you like it anon (and the rest of u readers hihi) !!

“you got it, baby. feels good, huh?”

good was an understatement. your brain is turning into mush as you cant your hips on his bare thigh, savoring the drag of your clit and his warm hands gripping your hips. it’s crazy how by simply riding his thigh, you can barely think and process anything aside from him and how good he makes you feel.

“look at me, y/n. don’t you think i deserve to see your pretty face while you use me to get off?” keiji teases, the corner of his lips curling up at your flushed face and droopy eyes barely making contact with his.

he thinks you’re so adorable like this — he can’t help but flex his thigh and push your hips down to pull a string of whimpers out of you. you’re shaking in his grasp, allowing him to take control of your pace.

“i think we can go faster, baby. you’re so beautiful when you’re feeling good.”

you’re babbling nonsense at this point, crying out to him and clawing at his shoulders at the onslaught of pleasure you’re receiving. and you’re so close now, the taste of your orgasm lingering on the tip of your tongue.

“c’mon baby, give it to me. be a good girl and make a mess on my thighs.”

his hands start exploring every inch of your body as your hips start to move even faster, goosebumps trailing after his fingers. you moan even louder when keiji starts to lick and suck at your tits, his free hand traveling down your body to circle at your clit.

“‘s too m-much, keiji… wanna cum!” tears start pooling at the corner of your eyes, drool slipping down the corner of your lips, and fingers pulling his hair. he’s groaning into your chest, fingers speeding up and lips moving to mark your bare neck.

“i know, baby..” he coos. “c’mon, you can let go. we aren’t done here anyways.”

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slut4msby · 3 months

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motivation. akaashi keiji x fem!reader

+ tags & warnings; explicit but like no SMUT SMUT, grinding, making out, implied bottom!akaashi, not good writing :p

+ a/n; day 5/7!! this is my first time attempting to write anything super smutty so cut me some slack im trynna learn :< but also akaashi my beloved <3 i also just wanted to write for a new team (and new character :p)

“Keiji.” You said softly, opening the door to your boyfriend's study. There he was. Hair a mess, dim lights, and glasses slowly falling down his face. He took no notice of you opening his door, too invested in his work, “Keiji.” You repeated, this time louder. Gaining your boyfriend's attention.

“Mhm? What’s up love?” He mumbled softly.

“Nothing. ‘m just bored and wanted to see my boyfriend.” You said walking towards Akaashi. You softly drape your hands around his neck as you stand behind him. Pulling him back into you. “I miss my boyfriend. How’s your work going, baby?”

“It’s boring, I can’t concentrate.” He says, closing his eyes he rests against you. “I love you Y/N.”

“Mhm, I love you too Keiji.” You say pulling away from your boyfriend, making your way in front of him slowly straddling his lap, facing him. As you sit on Akaashi’s lap you can’t help but begin softly kissing his neck as he works. Before the kisses slowly turn into you licking and nibbling his neck trying to get some sort of reaction out of him. “Keiji…” you softly mumble into his neck.

“What’s up, love?” He says, staring at the papers in front of him.

“You work too hard. Take a break.”

“I can’t baby…”

You let out a sigh at his response before staring at him. As Keiji softly stared at you with an apologetic look you grabbed the collar of his shirt pulling him closer to you before your lips collided. Keiji doesn’t pull away, instead kissing back eagerly. Your chests pressed against each other as your arms slowly moved around to his neck again. Akaashi’s hands moving down to your ass, giving it a light squeeze as the two of you almost die from the desperation.

“Keiji…” you can’t help but lightly moan as you start grinding down on him, forcing a whimper out of your boyfriend.

He can’t help but play with the bottom of your shirt before removing it leaving your breasts on full display for him to grab as you both continue making out. Bodies moving to the rhythm of each other, keeping a constant tempo. You keep grinding against Keiji, letting out small whimpers and moans. Akaashi eventually pulls away from the kiss making his way down to your neck, leaving marks as he pleases. You can’t help but run your fingers through his hair as he continues his mission of marking you up.

Keiji was getting eager, too eager.

Your hands slowly moved down to his chest forcing him to pause and softly look at you. He was desperate for more of you, you could tell with the way his eyes shined. His dark hair messy and eyes filled with lust. You could feel his cock growing through his pants, almost fully hard. You give him one last passionate kiss before hopping off his lap, and picking up your shirt from the ground.

“W-what are you doing, baby?” He asked.

“I just wanted to help motivate you baby.” You say winking at him before closing the door to his study. Leaving him a mess.

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imaginethathaikyuu · 6 months

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this is a part 2 to this drabble

akaashi keiji, fem reader, NSFW 18+ wc: 434

“what do you think? do you want a third?”

it’d been too long. keiji said he was going to work you up, but you didn’t think he meant it.

so, “no.” you whined every word, and he clung to the sound. “want you to fuck me, keiji.”

he nodded, and his tongue lapped at your neck, and his fingers inside you curled. “yeah? you just want this cock, huh?”

your answer was your nails dragging down his shoulders and his name leaving your lips.

two fingers slid out, and three slipped inside. you were long gone, all out of control, and with his free hand he picked up yours. it was limp until he pressed it against his dick - then, you were pumping it, acting greedy.

“you want to put the condom on?”

you were losing yourself again; in the curl of his fingers, the gravel in his voice, the weight of him in your hand. you could hardly take it.

“or are you going to let me fuck you raw like i know you need it?”

“yes, yes, yes.”

“i know you don’t let him cum inside. are you gonna let me? i know you need it, you need this cunt filled up, baby, don’t you?”

and there was nothing you could do, besides lie there and wait. wait for him to give you what you wanted.

he would, and knowing that was bliss.

he moaned into your mouth, spoke against your lips. “need you to say it - please, baby, tell me.”

“keiji.” it was your new favorite thing to say. the simple word, his name, encompassed everything you thought about. only him.

and he knew. the look on his face proved it.

he held himself up on one strong arm, hovering over you so close but too far away. you couldn’t look away from the glint in his eyes, or the pretty smirk he couldn’t get rid of.

had you ever wanted someone so much?

your hand molded to his jaw like it was made to fit there. he ducked to kiss your wrist and if he wanted to take a bite out of you, you’d let him.

“are you gonna tell me? or are you just gonna keep whining?”

you pulled him down, you kissed him wherever you could reach, and he kept you feeling good but not good enough.

and all of a sudden, he left you empty. “you’re going to learn to ask for what you want. if you want this cock?” you felt it, pressing, the tip of him just barely pushing inside. “you’re going to fucking beg for it.”

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saigethearies · 6 months

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saige’s terrortober presents…

break

a heartbreaking betrayal leads you to seek comfort from the very person that plunged you into this nightmare.

serial killer!keiji akaashi x fem!reader

contents/warnings: murder and extremely dubious consent, reader goes through a trauma and starts making questionable decisions, angst, oral (m!receiving), pussyjob, unprotected vaginal sex, slight bondage, praise, reader’s ankle gets a lil hurt but she’s okay, blood, slight yandere(?)

wc: 2.9k

18+ MINORS DNI

it was supposed to be the best weekend of the year.

you, your boyfriend, and all of your shared friends had been planning this getaway since last year. everyone ensured to get the time off, saved up to get the nicer rental, even splurged on a pontoon boat to be able to piddle around on the water. this lake trip was supposed to be one for the books.

you supposed it still technically would be.

you just didn’t think it would be something straight out of a horror novel.

slowly, you made your way through the hall, grateful for the homeowner’s decision to carpet the upstairs so that your footsteps could be muffled- even though much of said carpet was now stained red. you kept your eyes trained straight ahead, refusing to look into the bathroom on the left even though you could still see the limp body of one of your friends in your peripheral.

you had to save all your tears for later. if you broke down too soon, there’s a big chance you wouldn’t be getting back up. he’d make sure of that.

the wine cellar is how he must have snuck in. your group had read about in the list of amenities, but no one bothered to notice that it had a door that led outside. it was the only entrance to the house that wouldn’t have been locked. one small act of negligence and now your vacation home had been turned into a hunting ground.

you weren't sure how many of your friends were still alive. out of your original group of eight, you’d passed three bodies so far. it was out of pure luck that you managed to escape his onslaught of the second floor. you hid the second you heard your friend’s bloodcurdling scream after she’d left to go shower. dashing into one of the vacant bedrooms and yanking the window open, you’d perched yourself on the roof outside while listening to his heavy footsteps explore the room. you’d never felt so terrified in your entire life. the term ‘frozen in fear’ didn’t do it justice. it felt as if liquid nitrogen was circulating through your veins.

as soon as the coast felt clear, you quietly slid through the window and padded into the hall, bringing you to your current whereabouts.

a pained yell pierced the stillness that had blanketed the house, sounding off from somewhere near the kitchen downstairs. you paused near the top of the stairs, huddling up against the wall to stay out of view in case he happened to pass by. you couldn’t help but wonder which of your friends was the one getting butchered this time, morbid curiosity bringing a cloudiness to your frantic eyes.

you squeezed them shut. crying comes later, remember?

you couldn’t hear the shouting from below anymore, and you took a deep breath to gather your wits. you needed to find your boyfriend. you cared deeply for everyone here, but the love of your life needed to come first. this is the man you were discussing spending forever with, starting a family with, growing old together with.

even if you did make it out alive, you wouldn’t truly survive unless he did too.

there was only one clear escape route. he had already slashed everyone’s tires, so the cars weren’t an option. however, the pontoon boat was out of view, hidden within the boathouse out back. there’s a possibility he didn’t know it was there, meaning that a water getaway was your best chance at the moment.

which also meant that to get to the backyard, you needed to go downstairs. where the killer was.

every muscle in your body was trying to lock up, refusing to carry your legs down into imminent danger. your brain knew better, however. you needed to move.

wobbly legs took you down the first few steps, stopping for a second to try and tame the shakes wracking you. it was during that pause that you saw movement in one of the living room windows that gave you a view into the backyard.

it was your boyfriend.

he was creeping through the patio with his roommate, one of them monitoring the inside of the house while the other kept his eyes on the boathouse. they must share the idea that you have about an escape. you couldn’t help the smile that came onto your face. your lover was always on the same page as you. even when facing disaster, you proved you were perfect for each other.

you were prompted to move forward again now that you saw fellow survivors, this time moving swiftly. not seeing him in the surrounding area at the bottom of the staircase, you dashed to the backdoor, opening it as fast as you could without making too much noise.

“babe!” you called softly, stepping onto the patio.

your boyfriend turned to look at you, an expression in your eyes that you couldn’t quite grasp. he frantically beckoned you forward, his roommate having an impatient look on his face. you didn’t take it personally. everyone was petrified right now.

you ran towards them, joining them in the middle of the yard. the boathouse was just down the gentle slope of the yard. you could easily reach it in under a minute, especially with how fast everyone seemed to be moving. safety wasn’t too far away.

that glimmer of hope crashed along with the bloodied body that was sent careening into your group. the three of you scattered, your eyes tearing up at the wounded, torn version of your former classmate laying crumpled on the ground before you.

another thump sounded off to the right of you, and you turned to see him now standing directly behind your boyfriend. he had jumped down from the second-story balcony, when he’d gotten there, you had no clue. what you did have a clue about was that your lover was in serious trouble, because your attacker was raising his ax.

“oh, fuck!” your boyfriend’s roommate screamed. “behind you!”

he turned around just in time to see his assailant swinging his ax down, blade aimed straight for your boyfriend’s neck.

your brain hadn’t even registered your movements, deep ingrained need to protect your loved one leading you to grip one of the folding lawn chairs in your hand. you ran towards him, not even caring for the fact he could overpower you easily, and flung the chair against him with all of your might. you watched his steely blue eyes widen in surprise, clearly not used to having someone fight back, his balance breaking as he stumbling backwards, ax now lodging into the ground near your boyfriend’s feet.

a victorious grin broke out on your face. you did it! you saved your man!

the three of you took off towards the boathouse, wind whipping your hair as you ran faster than you ever had in your life. your group had a headstart of a few seconds, the killer having to unstick his ax from the grass. he was able to gain on you shortly after, though, and you figured this man had to have some sort of athletic background. no average man could pull off the feats you’d seen him do with ease.

you could see the pontoon boat, the two men a few steps ahead of you already within reach of it.

almost th-

crack!

your foot must’ve landed on a dry-rotted piece of wood, a panel of the boathouse dock breaking and sending your foot below the floor, stuck.

hearing the sound of something breaking, your boyfriend turned to see your predicament. you saw him pause, turning towards you slightly.

“help me!” you cried, eyes locked on his.

he began to take a step towards you, about to come rescue you like you had him not too long ago, until his roommate’s voice yelled out to him.

“dude, we have to fucking go now! there’s no time, leave her.”

when the words reached you, your heart dropped.

and then, when you saw the guilt come onto your boyfriend’s face as he turned and clambered onto the boat with his friend, your heart broke.

the sound of an engine whirring sent your ears ringing, watching the two of them speed away from the hell they’d willingly left you in.

your chest tightened, breathing becoming jagged as the reality of your situation tightened around you like a python squeezing its prey to death.

he left you.

the man you were supposed to marry, to have children with, to sit on front porch rocking chairs with years from now, left you to get picked off so that he could escape. after you’d risked your own life to rush at a murderer to save his.

the burning started at the corners of your eyes, spreading through your lashline before it became so unbearable that you shut your eyes, face scrunching as the drops began their descent down your cheeks.

you saw so much death, so much bloodshed, yet held it all in for the sake of being reunited with your love amidst the chaos.

for the first time that dreadful night, you allowed yourself to cry.

the sobs that wracked your body left your whole frame weak, body slumping towards the dock as you fell onto your knees, not even bothering with your foot still trapped under the wood. it wouldn’t make a difference, anyway. your biggest motivation to survive just cut you deeper than he ever could. there was no fight left in you.

god, you just hoped he’d make it quick. yet, after you threw a fucking chair at him earlier, you figured that wouldn’t be the case. damn, why did the events have to unfold like this?

you wondered what you did to deserve this?

apparently, someone else seemed to be having a similar thought.

“what a selfish bastard,” the voice, cold and cutting said from behind you. if you weren’t so numb, you probably would have flinched when you felt his hand come onto the top of your head. “you poor thing, you didn’t deserve that.”

his tone took on a sort of sympathetic note, confusion forming in your jumbled mind. was he trying to mock you? add insult to injury before he hacks into you over and over again?

the feeling of this thumb gently stroking the top of your forehead brought you to, blinking your tears away as he kneeled down beside you. his other hand then dropped his ax, fingers coming to grip your chin so gently that you almost were sent into denial that these were the same appendages shredding your friends earlier.

you hated how the word “beautiful” came to mind when you saw his stormy eyes, blood streaked all over an admittedly handsome face. the softness that had come across his features had you even more puzzled. he was trying to mock you, right?

“you’re such a sweet thing,” he said, crimson coated hands continuing to delicately hold your head, as if he knew you were fragile right now. you could feel the warm stickiness from his fingers getting onto your face.

“not many people have the courage to face me,” he said with a small chuckle as if he was taking a quick stroll down memory lane, reminiscing on all the people he’d hunted before. “but you did, because you were trying to help someone. i’ve seen so many people show their true colors while facing death, and none of them have been as good-natured as yours. you should be proud of yourself.”

your stomach started to sink.

his rambling sounded genuine. he wasn’t mocking you, he actually felt bad for you. the fucking murderer felt sorry for you, that’s how screwed over you just got.

and worst of all, his words were actually comforting you.

his palms moved to cup your tear-stained cheeks, you leaning one of them into his touch absentmindedly. so warm.

“he-” you hiccupped on another sob. “he left me. for dead.”

a frown came onto his face as he began to shush your cries, thumbs wiping your tears away, painting your cheeks scarlet. “not for dead, sweetheart. you’re good. i don’t kill good girls.”

you blinked, swallowing slowly as you replayed his words over and over again. “you…you don’t?”

“mhm,” he hummed. “like i said, true colors, angel. a lot of the people i’ve taken out were just as shitty as me. i just can’t be bothered to hide it anymore.”

maybe it was the care he was treating you with, or the nice words, or the fact that he was honestly gorgeous, but whatever it was made his words start to make sense in your scattered mind.

his attention turned to your stuck foot, moving to lift it out from under the wood. he examined your ankle closely. “it might be sprained, but i don’t think it’s broken. try not to put any pressure on it, yeah?”

he scooped you up with ease, holding you in his arms as if you were something precious to him. the two of you looked at the purple and pink hues of the sunset, spotting the departed pontoon boat that was now a mere speck on the horizon of the water.

“some people are so cruel,” he said with distaste, as if the onslaught he’d unleashed upon your friends earlier had been anything other than cruel itself. you should have made a note of the irony, but instead you leaned your head against his chest.

you found yourself gently laid down on one of the deck chairs near the boathouse, the man remaining standing as he came to your side, your face level with his waist.

“you were so good earlier,” he said, tipping your head back with his fingers to look up at him. “be good for me one more time and i’ll reward you, yeah?”

he began to undo his belt, and you should have screamed. cried. felt disgusted at his implications. but instead, you nodded your head, staring up at him like he had designed the constellations himself. he had been so kind to you, so comforting, during your lowest point. how could you deny him?

he took the leather belt he just removed and wrapped it around your wrists, keeping them tied in front of you. he chuckled. “just a precaution, sweetheart. you did hit me with a chair earlier.”

you watched on in awe as he pushed his pants and briefs down enough to free his cock, which was as pretty as the rest of him with a flushed pink tip.

“open up, sweetheart.”

you did as you were told, accepting his hard length into your mouth and sucking. he kept a grip on your chin, moving your head up and down his dick the way he wanted. you kept running your tongue along the underside as you were bobbed, drinking in the pleased sighs you heard above you.

“so good,” he breathed out. “so good, such a good girl.”

he started to move you faster, cock slipping in and out of your mouth rapidly as his high neared. he suddenly stilled, removing himself from between your lips.

“did great, sweetheart,” the praise sent tingles down your spine. “but i only like to cum in a pussy, so it’s time for your reward.”

removing his pants the rest of the way, he pulled your own little shorts off.

“sir-”

“keiji,” he corrected. “you can call me keiji.”

“o-okay,” you said. “keiji, are you gonna…you know…”

“what is it, sweetheart? don’t be shy, you can ask.”

“are you gonna prep me?”

he gave you a small smile. “of course i can get your pussy a little wet first, angel.”

he peeled your panties off, bringing his hard cock between your folds and starting to rub between them. the sensation was new to you, little moans leaving your lips. he held your hips in place, bloody fingerprints marring your skin as he continued to slide between your labia.

his cockhead started to hit your clit, increasing the volume of your sounds as the pleasure started to build in your gut.

feeling all the slick gathering on his dick, akaashi figured you were ready for him. ceasing his movements, he positioned himself at your entrance. “alright, pretty girl. deep breath.”

he felt so good filling you up, giving your walls a delectable stretch as he bottomed out in your soaked cunt. you watched him take a deep breath.

“never felt a pussy this good. you truly are special, aren’t you?”

he set a pace that was deep and steady, cradling your head against his chest as he speared you repeatedly. pants and mewls left you, his cock feeling so amazing, the nirvava it provided being the perfect distraction from your heartbreak. the calm after the horrific storm you experienced earlier, brain too weary to care that the very person providing the satisfaction was the hailstorm himself.

it didn’t matter.

nothing you thought you knew mattered anymore.

all that mattered was how good keiji made you feel, a particularly hard thrust leaving you shaking and cumming around him.

you didn’t even realize you were crying until he was cooing at you, rubbing his hand against your back almost lovingly. you weren’t sure if it was your tears or your orgasm that pushed him over his own edge.

“you’ll be okay, sweetheart. i’ll make sure of it.”

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leahrintarou · 6 months

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🎃 AKAASHI KEIJI - BREEDING

Warnings: they're in love lol, breeding kink, akaashi wants a baby, usage of the pet name "sweetheart & pretty", unprotected sex, he finishes inside bc duh, soft akaashi, fingering, fem reader, afab reader.

Word Count: 3.2k

"Something came up so you're going to spend the day with n/n and keiji, okay?" Bokuto said to the small girl, standing at the door of y/n and akaashi's shared home. She nodded as he gave her a quick peck to her forehead before standing up from his crouching position. She flashed her father a quick grin, running off into the cozy home, not sparing neither bokuto, akaashi, or y/n another glance. "call me if you need anything." bokuto said, voice in a hurry as he began to take quicksteps backwards, waving off his two best friends.

"of course!" y/n raised her voice a bit due to their furthering distance. the grey haired figure entered his car and as soon as he drove out of their driveway, y/n closed the door, locking it before pivoting on her heels to face her one and only akaashi keiji. "where'd she go?" y/n questioned, smile faltering as she looked over his shoulder and into the living room and the small child wasn’t in her field of vision.

Akaashi let out a chuckle when y/n's eyes filled with worry. She hurriedly ran into the living room to scope out the area more efficiently and there she was, hiding under the coffee table as she watched the tv in which displayed her favorite show. She let out a sigh, closing her eyes in content as she placed a palm over her fast pacing heart. A yelp soon followed after when akaashi's voice fanned over the shell of y/n's ear. "it's funny seeing that you already have motherly instincts, yet you aren't even one yourself."

"not yet at least.." His voice trailed when he walked away to take a seat on the nearby sofa. "yet?" y/n quirked an eyebrow, finding her own seat on the floor as bokuto's daughter emerged from her confined hiding spot. When y/n didn't hear an audible answer from her husband, she took a glance up at him and was met with a small smile from his features. it wasn’t his intention (most of the time at least) but, akaashi's smiles will always let him get his way.

It always has and y/n despised it. She fell for it each time and whether akaashi knew what wonders it worked for himself or not, he couldn’t help but keep the expression when after many denying and no's, y/n would give in. Right now was one of those incidents and to prevent her vulnerability, she looked away and decided to indulge in the little girl's activity of building with the container of legos that were stored underneath the coffee table.

It was a limited addition set that akaashi had gotten from his work a while back and the two had yet to build it, so y/n took this as her chance to switch her focus onto something else. Anything at all.

"keiji, you come help too!" The girl said with a cheerful tone. He gave her a small smiled, standing from the couch to take a seat in front of the two. "you need my help?" He exaggerated, placing a palm over his chest to present his true appreciation. "mhm! The more help I get, the easier It'll be to complete". She handed y/n a few lego pieces, a small frown her lips as she couldn't figure out the correct way to put them together. Akaashi admired how gentle y/n was with her.

Down to her actions and voice, she had the most careful motives as if the girl were a snowflake and y/n was a flame who's heat could melt her within a second. With her kindness however, the flame cooled and as y/n held the girls hands within her own to aid her in piecing two legos together. akaashi was snapped out of his daze from their shared laugh. "good job, sweetheart.". With a pout, she looked away embarrassed from the attention and affection.

A future came to akaashi's head, blinding his field of vision with its presence of y/n and their own child. He thought it was impossible to be even more happy with the thought of y/n in his future, but when the thought of another member of their family came to mind, it was all he could think of. y/n carrying their little creation and raising he or she with as much love as they could endure. It was a new dream of his and for some reason, he wanted it more than anything else.

"keiji! Stop spacing out, you need to get to work!" She groaned, handing him a few pieces form the set. Akaashi glanced at y/n who was already looking at him with a smile on her lips and he felt his heartrate skyrocket just a bit as well has the fluttering sensation in his gut.

"sorry, sorry. I'll get to work your highness" he laughed, giving a gentle flick against the girls forehead. "you better" with furrowed eyebrows, she got back to her own work while akaashi and y/n chuckled at the sight before them.

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"thank you guy's so much, I'm in your debt!" Bokuto smiled as he waved off the two, his daughter walking by his side and to his car. y/n closed the door around, letting out a sigh as she snaked her arms around akaashi's waist. "kids are really tiring, keiji." she yawned into his chest as she pulled him closer. "let's go rest up for the night then". He placed a chaste kiss to her forehead as they sluggishly made their way upstairs and into their bedroom.

y/n got into bed and after discarding his hoodie and sweatpants, akaashi soon followed in. "do you alwaysss have to sleep half nude?" y/n laughed, poking at his chest as she turned her body to face him. "It's comfier. You should try it sometime" he teased, reaching up to hold her fidgeting hand. "in your dreams" she scoffed, forcing back a yawn when she rubbed the fatigue from her eyes.

"hey, last time I checked, most of my dreams always come true" akaashi looked into y/n's eyes as she sat up to shift her positioning. He admired everything about her but was a bit caught off-guard when she straddled his waist, hovering her face over his own before pressing a kiss to his lips. "and what dreams are those?" Her voice was soft and akaashi remembered the memory of earlier that day. "like the one where I finally confessed to you on our graduation day," he started.

"oh and the one where I proposed to you and you said yes."

He noticed how y/n's breath hitched and he couldn’t help but smile. "funny how we both had the same dreams." she laughed, turning her head to lay against akaashi's bare chest. "mhm" his hand made its way under her t-shirt as he found comfort in caressing the soft skin of her back. "I also have one more dream that I hope we share the wished off too."

Y/n hummed against his chest, curiosity enveloping her frame when she heard the beats of his heart begin to quicken. "I want us to start a family" he finally said. y/n's breath hitched again and she raised her head to see if her husband was joking or not. When he saw the serious look on his face that was mixed with anticipation for her reply, suddenly everything felt so real.

"are you sure, keiji?" She questioned, voice still soft. Akaashi blinked a few times when he didn’t hear an immediate 'no'. Was y/n actually contemplating this idea of his? "of course I am. I feel like it’s the right time. I got a promotion at my job recently and your business has been going great. We finally have a home too. If push comes to shove, we can always convert that spare room into a nursery if-"

y/n leaned down to place a firm and long lasting kiss against his lips, abruptly stopping his rambling. He tend to do that when he was nervous or excited and right now, y/n could tell that he was both. "do you think I could be a good mother?" Akaashi was expecting anything but that from her, causing him to freeze up. None the less, he quickly recovered, forcing himself to speak.

"of course you can, sweetheart."

He thought the answer was obvious from the start so when y/n's eyes widened from his words, he couldn't help but let out a small chuckle. "you don’t believe me, do you?" He asked, reaching a hand up to cup her cheek. There was a small pout on her lips and akaashi leaned up to place his lips against her own once again. Y/n leaned into the action of affection and so did akaashi. There was no possible way that they could physically be any closer, yet they still tried. Pressing their bodies against one another as their mouths spoke words without a voice.

Akaashi pulled away with a pant, chest heavying with his next words. "I'll prove it to you if you don't believe me. How does that sound?" He asked. When y/n smiled with a nod, akaashi was filled with every possible feeling of joy. He pulled her back into a kiss, this time their tongues making contact with the other, tasting the aftermath of their shared promise of their newly planned future. y/n let out a small moan as akaashi's hips lifted to meet with her heated core.

His rush of emotion wasn't containable at this point so when he felt himself growing hard underneath y/n's body, he knew that from this point on, he had a goal and he would achieve that goal on this very night. Reaching a hand into y/n's bottoms, she flinched at the feeling of the cold pads of his digits against her sensitive bud. A whimper reverberated in her throat before a moan followed after and fell onto akaashi's lips as he applied pressure to the area.

she drew in a sharp breath when each lap of circular motions brought an intensifying level of pleasure to course through her body. "k-keiji, fuck-" she choked out, pulling away from the kiss and burying her face in the crook of akaashi's neck instead. "relax, sweetheart. There's no rush tonight." he reassured, urging her to lift her head. She did so with a bit of commitment and when they caught each other's gaze, either of their hearts felt as if it skipped a few beats.

Akaashi held eye contact with y/n as he reached down further into her bottoms, fingers now gently placed at her entrance. Slowly inserting two of his digits y/n let out a moan, breath fanning against akaashi's cheek when her entire body shivered at once. "good job, sweetheart." He smiled gently. "just like that." y/n was practically welcoming him in as his fingers slipped past her entrance with such ease. Akaashi twitched within his briefs and he let out a shaky breath when y/n began to grind down against his palm, trying to get some kind of friction against her bud.

"want more of you, keiji."

Akaashi knew what she was getting at whether she said it or not since now, she leaned down for his lips once more. He didn’t even get a chance to catch his breath before she'd already latched her lips onto his own. It was as if the air in each other's lungs were their only source of oxygen in which they relied on to keep breathing. With a muffled groan, akaashi gently bit y/n's bottom lip, breaking away their kiss for a small second as he took in a breath of air.

"cum for me and you can get what you really want, okay?"

y/n eagerly nodded, pressing herself against akaashi's palm as she moaned from the friction against her bud. His digits were long and reached places that made y/n feel like she was on cloud nine. He sped up the motions of his hand as y/n whimpered next to his ear. Letting out small phrases of encouragement, akaashi finally began to feel the ache settling in his growing erection. "m close, keiji" she warned, sighing when he hummed. Y/n felt the vibration of his chest against her own as her coil finally snapped.

She clenched around his digits as his fingers slowed in motion and so did her hips. She panted relentlessly and akaashi decided to give her a bit of time to recollect herself. Using both of her arms to place her palms firmly against akasshi's chest. She lifted herself up as he slid his hand out from her bottoms. y/n made quick movements of her own to remove his restraining briefs and akaashi wasted no excessive time to grasp his own member, using y/n's arousal to coat the entirety of himself.

He let out a soft moan, eye's drooping as he looked up at y/ns' features in which was admiring his current actions as he pumped himself within a tight fist. "take these off. They're gonna get in the way." he used his freehand, hooking the waistband of her bottoms before it returned to its position with a 'snap'. y/n lifted herself from his lap, desire fueling her to move as efficiently as possible. "hey-" She frowned when akaashi continued to let out streams of moans from the pleasured contact engulfing his member.

He noticed this, reluctantly letting go of himself and placing his hands on either sides of her hips instead as she straddled him. "okay, okay. You make me feel good then." He smiled. "wanna feel you inside me" she mumbled, reaching for his member with a brittle touch. "all of you and everything".

"seems like you've been wanting me to put a baby in you for a while now, sweetheart."

"please, keiji."

"anything for you, pretty." Gently lifting her hips, akaashi aided y/n as the tip of his member prodded at her entrance before she slowly allowed herself to slide down the entirety of his length. The both of them let out a moan in unison as their pleasure finally skyrocketed. akaashi held a firm grip on her waist to hold y/n in place since he knew that if he or she were to move right now, he'd probably come undone in a matter of a milliseconds. he noticed how y/n's nails left crescent shaped indentions along the area of his chest and when her body mindlessly clenched down around his member, she let out a whine.

he drew in a hissed breath before urging y/n that she could move. letting out a sigh, she slowly lift her hips before allowing them to drop once again. akashi tried to hold back a drawn out moan, a whimper coming out instead. it was insane to him how even after years of being together with y/n, he had yet to become 'used' to her body. the way she would take every part of him whether it was he who wanted it or she herself. he figured that y/n knew this too since every time she'd ask for anything, he's always jump to his feet (or knees) in seconds just to pleasure her however she wished.

her moans continued to grow and it sounded like music to his ears. he forced himself to hold back his own noises of pleasure, careful to not drown out the ones of y/n's. he wanted to hear her. despite her riding him, just her sounds alone took a big part of him feeling pleasure. "you're always so good for me" he said through a whisper as y/n leaned down to place affectionate and sloppy kisses against his neck. hues of purples rose to the surface of his ivory skin as y/n continued with her lustful actions.

in her current position, she felt all the more needier to use Keiji's body for any sort of pleasure that she could get, causing her to slightly grind herself down against his lower abdomen, eager to get some kind of attention to her bud. akaashi couldn't hold back a moan when his member reached a deeper depth withing her core. he could crumble to pieces right there and then if he didn't focus. "feel good, pretty?" he questioned through a pant. she moaned a small "mhm" against his neck and he tapped at the small of her back so she'd lift her head to face him.

in all honesty, akaashi just wanted to see her face and admire every unique detail of her features, but when he was met with a small whine from her feeble becoming state, his eyebrows contorted in worry. "what's wrong?" he asked as her hips slowed against him. she let out a whine at the lost pleasure and akaashi put two and two together. "shh. it's okay, sweetheart. i got you," he smiled, making swift movements to turn y/n onto her back as he now hovered over her. "I'll take care of the rest and you just lay here and relax, okay?"

she nodded, lower body jerking up to meet with akaashi's fast pacing hips. he used his free hand to wrap underneath her lower back, pulling her up a bit closer to himself while his other hand began to toy with her now sensitive bud. she was needy and lust coursed through her veins as if it were blood itself. she was almost embarrassed by the sound of her arousal coating akaashi's member as he moved in and out of her core. his hand quickened against her bud as her eye's pricked with tears from pleasure.

maybe it was their exhaustion, maybe it was their current position, or maybe it was their motive, but y/n and akaashi felt as if this moment was the peak of their beings. y/n let out a strained moan and akaashi knew her well enough to notice that she was finally approaching her end. clenching down on akaashi to feel every detail of him, she called his name with a broken voice and he understood the breathless warning.

she wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him closer against her body as her near was finally approaching. akaashi placed a kiss to her parted lips as she finally allowed herself to come undone. the way she clenched down on akaashi in fragments of seconds caused him to also approach his high. he called her name with a groan as it also drifted to a quiet whisper. he finally let go and released into the warmth of y/n's sex and she moaned from the sensation. akaashi felt a feeling of accomplishment as he hovered above y/n, not daring to move when he knew that he wanted to keep every drop of his arousal within her.

he eased himself to lay on his side before pulling y/n closer to his chest. she let out a small whimper after feeling him twitch inside of her already sensitive sex. "wanna stay like this for a little." he said quietly, placing a kiss to her temple and then another to her forehead. y/n looked up at him before a smile etched onto her lips.

"do you think we're doing the right thing?"

"anything that involves you will always be right, sweetheart."

i got carried away while writing, BUT I LOVE THIS MAN LMAO

i hope you enjoyed reading this, though. Notes and reblogs are greatly appreciated! <3

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forusomimiya · 8 months

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He is able to cum in less than 3 minutes for one simple reason:

‘Cause he hears his own moans.

atsumu, akaashi, oikawa, yamaguchi, kita, kuroo, sakusa, konoha, mattsun, kageyama

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sugawarassoulmate · 5 months

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not nut november - nov 04/nov 05

after the first few days, they were feeling great. then the weekend came.

tutor!akaashi & shitty bf!daishou

word count: 423 & 290

cw: fem!reader, bimbo!reader, unprotected sex, cheating/infidelity, choking, minors dni

tutor!akaashi

who even does studying on a saturday night? akaashi does, which means you have to too

you're in one of the study rooms at the campus library, which feels a little redundant since it's practically abandoned on a saturday night

"what act and scene is this line from?" akaashi asks, cooly. he's been quizzing you on king lear for the past three hours, making sure you knew could identify the passages for your midterm

"act three, scene two?" you guess but akaashi's eyes already tell you that you're wrong. "ugh, can we take a break, keiji? my brain is turning to mush!"

akaashi would argue that your brain was mush to begin with but there's no use continuing when you've already given up

there was one way he could motivate you to keep studying — it was for your own good really, you weren't smart enough to pass this exam just by winging it

but he remembers the bet he made with his friends earlier this week something about not having sex during the whole month. it was stupid but he knew he'd never hear the end of it from bokuto if he lost

akaashi supposes he could just eat you out while you study but nothing does the trick more than making you sit on his cock, making you read out his notes while you bounce in his lap...

it's not long before akaashi has you bent over the desk, skirt flipped up and panties pushed to the side. "come on, don't just think with your pussy, recite the line for me," he says, pulling you by the hair

"ahhh, 'when thou dost ask me blessing, i'll'—fuck, keiji!" you cry when he pulls out only to slam back into you.

a slap to your ass is what brings you back to reality. "'i'll...i'll kneel down and ask of thee forgiveness' uhhh, act five, scene three?" you answered, crying when akaashi's fingers circle your clit.

"look at that, she's finally using her little brain," akaashi coos, snapping his hips harder into you. "read the next one." he says, knowing this is the only way you'll pass

he can say it's for your benefit as much as he wants to but akaashi is just as guilty of thinking with his crotch, maybe even more so

akaashi only lets you cum when you've gone through all of the study guide and he rewards you by spilling his seed deep inside your womb and walking you to your dorm with his cum running down your leg

shitty bf!daishou

saturdays are meant for your girlfriend. taking her on dates and watching shows with her

but it's not saturday and you're not daishou's girlfriend, which is why he's technically not breaking any no nut november rules right now

his friends explicitly said that fucking your girl was off limits for the entire month

which is why he turned to you the first chance he got

"sugu!" the two of you barely made it past your door, with daishou pouncing on you the second he shut it behind him

now he's got you spread out on your floor, a hand wrapped around your throat

"shhh, i know, babe," he whispers, pace never letting up as he abuses your cunt. "you're gonna take all my cum this month, yeah? be my fuckin' cum dump?"

it's so sick and your heart breaks for mika, completely unaware that her boyfriend is balls deep in someone else—someone she calls a friend

but you nod anyway because for an entire month daishou's body will belong to you

mika will have to wonder about the faint smell of your perfume on his clothes, wondering why it smells so familiar

it's pathetic and cruel and so unlike you but it's what you want more than anything

"yes, yes, sugu! i want your cum," you gasp, nails running down his back "i'll take all of it, just give it to me, please!"

and daishou just loves the desperation, grunting a quick "that's my girl," before fucking you harder than ever

and as your eyes roll into the back of your head, and you feel the warmth of daishou's cum flooding your cunt, all that goes through your head is his voice saying "that's my girl," over and over

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shojoisms · 1 year

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Growing pains.

akaashi keiji x fem!reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Happy birthday!"

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

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

Home.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Keiji, you're hopeless.

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

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

"Ah, nothing,"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I'll sew them up next time.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Keiiiiji! The food is ready!"

"It smells good,"

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

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

The texture and the fragrance pleasantly overwhelmed his taste buds.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Stay,"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Keiji," You breathe.

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

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

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

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

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

"Are you ready,"

"Y—yeah," you weakly respond.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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kiyoobi · 1 year

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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!!

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tojicity · 2 years

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💌: A-Z NSFW ALPHABET ; akaashi keiji ♡

MINORS DNI !!! or i will block you !!!

warnings: sex, cum, kinks, mirrorsex, missionary, riding, orgasm, masturbation, oral, toys,.. not proofread

a/n: my sweet loverboy keiji i need and luv him </33

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

akaashi usually has a water and a towel prepared in advance, but if not, he’ll go get it afterwards immediately.

he adapts to his partners needs easily; if you want to cuddle, he will. if you want to have pillowtalk, he’ll gladly listen. if you want a warm bath, he’ll go run one for you and join you.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

on you, he loves your thighs, collarbones and neck. on himself, he appreciates his bone structure and his height. (though you try to convince him he has the most beautiful hands, he doesn’t see the appeal)

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

akaashi loves the intimacy of cumming inside of you. also likes pulling out and cumming on your thighs. but if you have a preference, he will cum wherever you want him to.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

he’d love it if you just straddled his lap while he was working and teased him, getting him all worked up and then ride him. or if you sucked his dick under the desk while he has to try and focus on his work.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

he has had a few partners, but nothing too extravagant. he knows every body is different, though, and is a fast learner.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

the classic missionary; he loves being able to see your face, your chest and being able to kiss you.

he also loves it when you ride him, cowgirl or reverse cowgirl, when you set the pace you prefer and get off on him. if you get tired though, he will help you out by tightening his grip on your waist and snapping his hips into you.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

he’s not very goofy, but if he feels that you’re tense or feeling a little shy, he will make some light jokes and try lighten the mood.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they?)

he keeps it very well trimmed but not completely shaved, unless you want him to. on you he doesn’t care, whatever you prefer.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

intimacy is very important for akaashi and he wont get intimate with someone unless he fully trusts and loves them. always makes you feel loved and cherished during intercourse by holding your hands, kissing you and whispering praise.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

honestly, doesn’t have much time for it. maybe once a week, when it’s been a few tiring and stressful days. will grip the sheets or bite into the back of his hand to not make any sounds while he teases himself with slow strokes.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

he loves it when you wear lingerie. for everyday stuff, he loves when you depend on him and ask him for help as it makes him feel proud and needed, and that goes for his kinks as well. he loves it when you whimper and beg for him to make you feel good, especially when you have tears rolling down your cheeks from the pleasure.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

akaashi prefers the comfort of the bed the most. he also likes it in the shower, when you’re both already naked and wet, plus it’s easy to clean up, as well as on his desk at home.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

gets turned on when he sees your bra straps. when your thighs touch. when you ask for his help for simple things like reach or open something for you. also when you kiss him on his sensitive spot beneath his ear.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

anything including food. too degrading. hurting you. outdoors, too risky, or sharing you with someone.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

akaashi enjoys going down on you, and is skilled at it. he also likes to use his fingers to help, he could spend hours between your legs. he wont turn down a blowjob, but he prefers giving much more. holds your hair when you suck his dick, but doesn’t thrust into your mouth. unless on accident when the pleasure is overwhelming and his hips buckle.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough?)

he likes to go slow and sensual, since he lasts way longer like this. it makes sex feel more special for him, and he likes the intimacy of it. he will go faster and rougher toward the end, or if you ask him to.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

doesn’t like them, since he wants to take his time with you.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

not into anything risky, and doesn’t like being teased in public.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

when he goes slow like he wants to, he will make himself last up to an hour and make you cum multiple times. if you want him to be rougher and faster you’ll both cum quicker but harder. if you want another round, he’ll eat you out or finger you while regaining energy.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

he’d like to use some on you if you’re okay with it. doesn’t love them on himself, but if you want to, he might let you with enough trust.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

akaashi can sometimes be a little tease. if you’re too shy to voice what you want, he’ll make you tell him. but he doesn’t go overboard with it, and doesn’t like being teased too much either.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

he tries to be quiet, he can be a little self conscious of the sounds he makes. but he lets quiet and breathy moans slip out along with some praise for you.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

akaashi would love to fuck you in front of a mirror and make you watch. he’d praise your insecurities and not let you take your eyes off of you until you repeat his words to him, fucking his loving words into you.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

he’s fairly average, maybe an inch- or two above average. has nice girth which stretches you open nicely.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

his sex drive is pretty mild. he doesn’t feel the need to have sex everyday, but he also wouldn’t wanna go too long without it. he’d adjust to whenever you like.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

akaashi likes to wait until you have fallen asleep. though if you play with his hair or hands softly in the dim light while having pillowtalk he might doze off, even if he tries not to.

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keijislvr · 2 years

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college!akaashi keiji | nsfw vers.

cw: mature themes so minors dni, swearing, kind of bratty!reader (gn), soft dom!keiji, lingerie, mentions of dacryphilia and bondage (ribbons), dumbification, sir kink, angel, baby, love, lover, sweetheart and darling used as petnames, reader is described as pretty and cute, picture includes afab person but otherwise in texts, reader is gn.

an: just thinking about soft college boyfie keiji who works at the student library <3 let me know if i missed any cws!

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bokutosmochi · 1 year

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nsfw akaashi keiji headcannons

what's it? smut allergen warning/s? fem!reader [no pronouns mentioned], [only brief because these are just headcannons]: hints to masturbation, teasing, oral, hair pulling, body worship sugar level? 0.6k regulars? @hanayanetwork

♧ he's not the most experienced person out there. it comes as no surprise that the only people he sleeps with are his long-term partners. he just isn't comfortable being that intimate with a stranger. but that being said, he's still one of the most skilled because he's so interested in what makes people tick. he can observe his partner and figure out what they like pretty easily, he doesn't even have to consciously think about it, really.

♧ has a hidden box full of polaroid pictures of his partner nude which he uses when he's horny and they're not around. he took those photos and stores them under his bed with their consent, of course.

♧ quite iffy about doing more kinky things at first, but after a discussion with his partner and doing research into it that's just as thorough, he starts to like it.

♧ the one to bring condoms whenever he's with his partner. he's very responsible and reliable in all aspects of the word.

♧ a switch, but usually prefers being a bottom. if he's being the dom, he's a power bottom or a pleasure dom.

♧ very subtle when trying to tell his partner he wants to fuck whenever they're in public. he lets his hand linger on their thigh and whispers sweetheart, lets go home into their ear. normally, most people would not think anything of this, but there's a neediness in his eye that lets his partner know of what he wants.

♧ always cleans his partner up after and reminds them to go pee to reduce the likelihood of getting a urinary tract infection.

♧ always makes sure his partner cums. and on that topic, always makes sure his partner cums before him, whether that be with his mouth & tongue or with his dick. to him, it just feels weird when they don't.

♧ there are times when he read erotica before bed like it's a damn bedtime story.

♧ just like with everybody else, it took him a long time to find his groove during his first few times because knowing what his partner likes is an entirely different thing than being able to actually do it. however, he was a natural with his fingers and his mouth. can easily make his partner cum with it in less than fifteen minutes if he wanted to. likes prolonging the pleasure most of the time though.

♧ look, his partner could be sobbing and babbling incoherent things because of his mouth, rubbing themselves on his thigh, but unless they outright say they want him to fuck them, it is not happening. it doesn't matter that he can feel how wet they are, that there's a wet spot in their underwear that's starting to seep through his trousers as we speak. he still needs to hear those words.

♧ one time, his partner volunteered to give him head from under the table while he did his latest work and he said yes. he ended up getting nothing done aha. did get laid that night though so it's still a win for him.

♧ please do not pull on his hair in public. he Will moan.

♧ body worship! he loves it, either giving or receiving, preferably both. he loves kissing at every inch of his partner, especially at the part they're most insecure about and he loves being on the receiving end of all that loving too.

♧ hates quickies. he likes taking his time to savor the feeling of him and his partner at such an intimate state. he likes taking his time touching them, praising them, and making them feel good.

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