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)
âKeiji.â 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, âKeiji.â You repeated, this time louder. Gaining your boyfriend's attention.
âMhm? Whatâs up love?â He mumbled softly.
âNothing. âm just bored and wanted to see my boyfriend.â You said walking towards Akaashi. You softly drape your hands around his neck as you stand behind him. Pulling him back into you. âI miss my boyfriend. Howâs your work going, baby?â
âItâs boring, I canât concentrate.â He says, closing his eyes he rests against you. âI love you Y/N.â
âMhm, I love you too Keiji.â You say pulling away from your boyfriend, making your way in front of him slowly straddling his lap, facing him. As you sit on Akaashiâs lap you canât 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. âKeijiâŠâ you softly mumble into his neck.
âWhatâs up, love?â He says, staring at the papers in front of him.
âYou work too hard. Take a break.â
âI canât babyâŠâ
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 doesnât pull away, instead kissing back eagerly. Your chests pressed against each other as your arms slowly moved around to his neck again. Akaashiâs hands moving down to your ass, giving it a light squeeze as the two of you almost die from the desperation.Â
âKeijiâŠâ you canât help but lightly moan as you start grinding down on him, forcing a whimper out of your boyfriend.Â
He canât 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 canât help but run your fingers through his hair as he continues his mission of marking you up.Â
Keiji was getting eager, too eager.Â
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.
âW-what are you doing, baby?â He asked.
âI just wanted to help motivate you baby.â You say winking at him before closing the door to his study. Leaving him a mess.
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osamu and you leave your daughter with her uncle atsumu for the weekend. chaos ensues.
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âi woulda felt better leavinâ her with kita or aran.â
you let out a snort at your husbandâs statement. âover your own brother? her blood relative?â
you and osamu were driving to a weekend getaway in the mountains. while the two of you were excited for a break and some quality time, there was no denying that there was some apprehension in the car.
it was the first time youâd be away from your baby daughter. as great as a vacation sounded, it would be a lie to say the two of you werenât reluctant to go.
in order to ease your nerves, a suitable babysitter was chosen.
only osamu didnât have a lot of faith in your choice.
âexactly, heâs ma brother, so âm the only one who understands just how much of ân idiot he truly is.â
âbut you saw how happy he was to offer to watch her! atsumu loves being a uncle, he wonât half-ass taking care of her. besides, if he ends up needing help your mom is just a call away.â
âmaâs hostinâ her book club this saturday, she canât just drop everythinâ if tsumuâs dumbass ends up needinâ help.â
you let out a sigh. âsamu, just try and relax. iâm sure everything over on his end is fine.â
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âCOURT BABY! COURT BABY! COURT BABY!â
hinata and bokuto chanted as they watched your daughter crawl across the shiny floor of the msby practice gym.
having grown tired of the play mat and toys her uncle atsumu had laid out for her, the little one decided exploring her surroundings would be far more exciting.
âsheâs crawlinâ earlier than most babies would,â atsumu chimed proudly. âmustâve got ma athlete genes.â
sakusa rolled his eyes from behind the fake blonde.
âsheâs really going fast! letâs time her to see how quick she can move!â hinata suggested, fascinated by the little human on the ground.
âweâre supposed to be doing passing drills-â
âGREAT IDEA HINATA!â bokuto shouted.
âi give up,â the masked brunette said, moving to sit down on the bleachers since apparently no one was going to actually bother to follow instructions.
atsumu smirked while watching his teammates fawn over his niece. he knew it would be a good idea to just bring her to friday practice. the vibe for fridays was always a little more laid-back, and he knew having a cute little baby around would earn him brownie points with his excitable teammates. who didnât love babies?
his brown eyes shifted over to sakusa momentarily, who was gazing at his niece with a look of disdain on his face.
okay, maybe he didnât enjoy kids, but the rest of the team sure did!
âhey hey hey, baby miya! letâs see how quick you can crawl to your uncle tsum-tsum!â
atsumu grinned, moving to kneel on the ground so he can encourage his niece to move towards him. seeing the familiar face of her uncle- who shared a face with her father- had her happily babbling away as she pushed towards him.
âawe, sheâs trying to talk!â hinata cooed, lip wobbling as he watched the precious exchange.
âalright, everyone,â a voice boomed. everyone turned to see a muscular figure with a head of spiky black hair enter the gymnasium.
âyour coach asked me to come over to ensure you boys were actually practicing,â iwaizumi hajime (27) athletic trainer stated. âi have some specific stamina exercises i want everyone to participate in. weâre gonna start by-â
movement in the lower peripheral of iwaâs vision caught his attention and the former ace found his gaze turning toward the floor.
ââŠwhy the hell is there a baby here?â
âdonât fuckinâ curse in frontâa ma niece!â
âyou just- nevermind,â iwa grunted, trying to be as patient as possible considering there was a literal infant present.
slotting his clipboard into the junction of his shoulder, the athletic trainer bent down to gently pick up your daughter. balancing her on his hip as if heâd done it a million times before, he turned back to the team.
âalright, jumping jacks and high knees, i want those heart rates getting up!â
before atsumu could open his mouth, iwa shot him a pointed look.
âiâll hold your niece, miya, now get moving.â
the squeaking of shoes against the linoleum floor began to sound off. after ensuring everyone was properly following his instructions, he turned to the baby in his hold.
everyone knew iwaizumi was tough, but few knew how much of a complete softie he could be at times. giving your daughter a small smile, he lifted his hands to wave his fingers at her, to which she smiled back and tried to mimic his movements.
he let out a light laugh. âmotor skills coming along there, i see-â
âiwaaaaa-chaaannnnn,â a voice sounded off from behind him.
iwaizumi froze. that voice, that stupid nickname, he knew it from anywhere. he began to turn his head to look behind him, gradually as if he was moving in slow-motion.
there was no wayâŠ
âguess who flew all the way from argentina to surprise you with his presence,â oikawa boasted as he stepped into the room. âthatâs right, me-â
the seijoh grad fell silent as his chocolate colored eyes fell on the small human in his best friendâs hold.
oikawa blinked once. twice. three times. then-
âsince when did you have a kid?â
âtooru, this isnât-â
âhow could you keep this from me?â
âwill you please just-â
âa whole child? when?â
âshittykawa just shut up-â
âSTOP CURSINâ IN FRONTâA HER!â
â-and listen to me for a second!â
oikawa finally stopped his tirade, moving towards iwaizumi to study the baby in his arms. he bent down to be eye level with her, the both of them staring at each other curiously.
the brunette hummed to himself, reaching a finger out to poke your daughterâs cheek. âshe doesnât look like you.â
âwow, what an observation, itâs almost like sheâs not my kid.â
âthen whoâs is she-â
âsheâs my niece,â atsumu growled out, pushing oikawa away from the baby he was prodding at. he fixed the other man with a glare, well aware of who he was and what position he also played. the fact that this potential rival thought he could casually touch his flesh and blood had the fake blonde heated. âiâm takinâ careâa her for the weekend, which means i ainât letting no lesser setter layâa hand on her.â
âlesser setter?â
âoh boy,â iwa said, moving away from the two ego-fueled players. he could tell they were about to scuffle and he couldnât let a baby be anywhere near that.
placing your little girl safely to the side, iwa crouched in front of her, sounds of ânever saw ya at spring nationalsâ and âletâs see what your stats are, huh?â airing in the background.
âyou stay right here, iâm gonna go get them to knock it off.â
standing a few meters away from all the chaos, sakusa watched as iwaizumi tried to wrench the two setters apart. sighing, he shifted his gaze to your daughter sitting unattended on the ground, babbling at nothing in particular.
sakusa grimaced. he really didnât like babies. they were soâŠgermy. and gross. but, he supposed the babies themselves couldnât really help that fact. it wasnât their fault they were so little and had such new immune systems.
a shadow then loomed over your daughter, bokuto and hinata standing over her. now that iwaizumi was too distracted to lead them in workouts, the twoâs attention was back on the infant.
âi know!â bokuto exclaimed. âletâs do passing drills with baby miya! we can pass her back and forth to each other!â
âsheâll feel like sheâs flying! like sheâs a little crow!â
âor an owl!â
âyou two will be doing absolutely no such thing with this child,â sakusa interjected, scooping your daughter up and going to sit down on the bench with her.
âbut ki-â
âno.â
he wasnât a fan of babies, but considering your daughterâs uncle was currently holding oikawa in a headlock, sakusa figured he could keep an eye on her for just a few minutes. it wouldnât be too much longer before iwa finally decided heâd had enough and smacked the shit out of both of them.
hearing a little gurgle from below him, the brunette cast his eyes downwards. your daughterâs sight was transfixed on him, a smile coming onto her face when she saw she had the spikerâs attention.
from behind his mask, sakusa felt the corners of his lips twitch upwards.
okay, maybe babies were a little cute.
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