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tiza0925 · 12 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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kitasgloves · 5 months

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comforting your insecure bf

part 2 . part 3

— ♬ NSFW, MINORS DNI, gn reader, based on this post

— ♬ Kageyama Tobio

Your long-time boyfriend Kageyama Tobio was adored by many for his outlandish talent as a setter in volleyball and for his handsome looks. You weren't naive to the people developing adorable crushes on the athlete and the people thirsting over him online. It appeared to you that Kageyama was contented with what he has in life at the moment.

However, you were oblivious to your boyfriend's surprising confession of his insecurity. You have no clue that Kageyama has been harboring it for a long period. He tells you that it was perhaps linked to his high school trauma of being left behind, he developed a thought that he wasn't good enough when he was a teenager. That's why he pushed everybody away and focused on volleyball, he believed he wasn't good enough to make anyone stay.

Now, that was a load of bullshit. Although it's sad to think Kageyama still felt this way until his adulthood despite having a secure life, you weren't going to let him believe further that he was unworthy of being loved. Your boyfriend was lovable, he has adorable ways of showing you affection, and he's deeply honest and comfortable with you.

"Ahhh, [Name] slow down, please"

Kageyama lets out a breathless moan as you pumped his cock vigorously in front of the bedroom mirror. His athletic shorts were pulled down and his shirt exposed his toned abs. You settled from behind on the bed, burying your face against his neck as your warm breath tickles his skin. Kageyama desperately grips the bedsheets throwing his head back while you jerked him off.

"Baby you sound so pretty right now"

"Please [Name], want to cum"

"I'll make you cum if you stop telling yourself that you're unlovable"

The setter turns his head to you but you force him to look into the mirror. He gazes at his disheveled reflection, panting with your hand now massaging his balls.

"Tobio, you're so sweet, kind, and patient"

"You make me so happy in so many ways"

"You're better than what you think you are. If you were so unlovable, then I wouldn't have stayed would I, love?"

You whisper tenderly against his ear. He was hypnotized by your words and the way your hand around his cock continuously pushed him to the edge. His heart threatened to burst out of his ribcage.

"You're so fucking hot too. I like it when you moan, Tobio"

"I like the way you kiss me when we fuck"

"I like how your cock makes me cum every time"

Kageyama swallows as his head grows dizzy, his release is a few strokes away and you can feel it. His hips begin to buck against your hand as he watches himself fall apart through the mirror. When you cooed his name, he goes slack as cum shoots out of his cock, coating both your hand and his abdomen. He collapses in your arms. When he opened his eyes, he tiredly smiled at you.

"I'm so lucky to have you in my life, [Name]"

"I should be saying that to you, Tobio"

— ♬ Kozume Kenma

Being a famous YouTuber and a figure on the internet didn't save Kenma Kozume from all the wholesome, deranged, and horny posts about his handsome looks on the internet. Everyone was infatuated with Kodzuken once in their life, you included. You were just lucky enough to end up with him. You couldn't care less if the internet was mad about you for stealing their hot gamer YouTuber. Although you were unbothered about the small percentage of hate you got from the people on the internet, criticizing your public relationship with Kenma, there's a much smaller percentage you weren't aware that has been bothering your beloved boyfriend.

You know Kenma was chronically online, even if he chooses not to admit it. He always knows the trending topics and drama, no matter the size of it. So it's no surprise that he stumbles to the small group of people calling him unworthy of you. Kenma thought it was absurd for a while until he kept reading more.

He sees clips of his live streams where he's dismissing you during a tough game when you walked in the room to give him a snack, he even shouted at you one time because he lost. He remembers missing your anniversary because he got distracted playing with his friends. And how could he forget how he made fun of you live in front of his audience for sucking at Mario Kart when he invited you. Before he realizes it, Kenma is convinced that he is a bad boyfriend.

Despite his unbothered demeanor, you know how Kenma cares a lot even the little things. So when you found out how he's absorbing the hate he got online, you knew it had gone over to his head. As soon as he was finished recording a gameplay, you dragged him out of his gamer chair and pushed him on the bed. Surprised, he watches you push the mirror in front of him. He raises a brow when you order him to strip, he obeys when he sees the dark look in your eyes.

"Kenma, how long have you been listening to the wrong people, hm?"

You gently asked him as you slowly stroked his cock, Kenma whimpered, suddenly unable to form any words to respond. He was flushed all over, losing the ability to think straight.

"Do you think those stupid haters are right, huh? Do you think you don't deserve me?"

Kenma moans when you begin to play with his balls, his heartbeat wildly banging against his ribcage. His brain felt like mush.

"Look at the mirror, Kenma. Do you think that handsome man staring back at you is a shitty boyfriend?"

"...Yes"

"Well, you're fucking wrong. Because my boyfriend is the best in the world"

You hear Kenma's breath hitch. The male can feel his heart flutter in his chest. The longer you jerked him off, the more the pleasure overtakes all of his senses.

"My boyfriend is so cute and nice he gives me animal crossing plushies"

"My boyfriend is so smart and fantastic at video games"

"My boyfriend is so fucking hot when he fucks me hard after a tough game"

Now, you got Kenma openly moaning and struggling to keep his eyes on the mirror. If you continue showering him with compliments like that, he's afraid he's not going to last long. His hands grab your thighs tightly with every breath you steal from his lungs.

"Are you ready to stop listening to those people online, baby?"

"Are you ready to listen to me?"

Kenma nods and you smirked. Your hand pumps his cock faster ripping a high-pitched moan from your boyfriend. You force him to watch the mirror as you kiss his neck and inhale the scent of his hair while you jerk him toward orgasm. When Kenma cums, he spasms with his cum shooting in different directions. The crash brought by the pleasure was so overwhelming it sent his eyes to the back of his head. You waited as his high melted. Kenma meets your eyes through the mirror and you send him a sweet smile, and he returns it gratefully.

"I don't deserve you, [Name]"

"Hey! What did I say, Kenma?"

"That I'm the best boyfriend in the world"

"Damn right"

He turns around to pin you to the bed before towering on top of you, there was a determined glint in his eye that made you gulp.

"How about I return the favor, love?"

— ♬ Iwaizumi Hajime

Everyone liked Iwaizumi Hajime. He was kindhearted, hardworking, and most of all drop-dead hot. He can make anyone drool with that muscular body of his. Nobody was immune to the boyish charm of the athletic trainer, that could be said the same to you. As the manager of the Japan Volleyball Team, you were bound to meet Iwaizumi. You remember how incredibly lucky you were when he asked you out on a date.

When you and Iwaizumi became official, things began to appear clearer. You have concluded that you couldn't live without your boyfriend, as dramatic as it seems. You met Iwaizumi's best friend after the Olympics. Oikawa Tooru and you got along well through teasing Iwaizumi, the way you two immediately became close after meeting planted an odd feeling in the athletic trainer's chest.

He'd like to brush it off as a trick of the eye, but he thought you were smiling wider because of Oikawa. Your laughter sounded louder when Oikawa told you a funny story. He could've sworn he caught you blushing when the setter was anywhere physically close to you. Iwaizumi knows he wasn't jealous, he knows what that felt like. But this one's familiar.

It reminded him of high school when he saw people flock around his best friend. The way Oikawa effortlessly attracted everyone's attention and gained their affection made his chest hollow. After all, why would anyone pay attention to him? He wasn't anything spectacular compared to his best friend.

After Oikawa went home, you noticed how quiet Iwaizumi had been. You knew your boyfriend so it was easy to find out why he was behaving this way. When you realize that it had something to do with Oikawa earlier, your heart cracks. Did he feel insecure? No, it can't be. But then why does he appear so down?

"Hajime, come here"

You call out to him on the bed. He lazily walks over to you, as he sits you positioned right behind him. You wrapped your arms around him and planted butterfly kisses all over his neck. His breath stuttered when you reached for the hem of his sweatpants.

"Wh-what are you doing, [Name]?"

"Shhh, lemme touch you"

With red cheeks, Iwaizumi reluctantly helps you pull his sweatpants off. It didn't take long for him to feel aroused. The moment he got a boner, your hand was already around his cock. He lets out a low hiss. You give him a few leisure pumps.

"Keep your eyes on the mirror, babe"

"[Name] I-"

"I said, eyes on the mirror, Hajime"

Iwaizumi reluctantly gazed at the mirror in front of the bed, he was not prepared for the lewd sight that awaited. His legs were spread with your hand stroking his cock, his face was flushed with sweat trickling down his forehead. Your eyes stared at his through the mirror.

"God, you're so handsome, Hajime"

"I'm so fucking lucky to have you in my life, babe"

The athletic trainer can feel his heart skipping beats, and his head begins to spin because of the sudden compliments and the erotic handjob.

"Were you upset earlier because I was hanging out with Oikawa?"

Iwaizumi nodded, he wanted to be honest with you. A tiny smile rises on your lips.

"I'm sorry, baby. Didn't mean to make you feel insecure"

"You know, you're the only one for me, Hajime"

You whisper tenderly against his ear. When you reach down to caress his balls, Iwaizumi lets out a choked moan.

"Oikawa may be handsome but you're my type"

"You're so fucking amazing, Hajime"

"You're so kind, patient, hardworking, and hot"

"Plus, you're good at pounding me senseless"

The pace of your hand went faster at every praise and it's making Iwaizumi go cross-eyed. He has a gorilla grip on your thigh as he watches you jerk him off to his release, he engraves it in his brain as it pushes him to his orgasm. Iwaizumi cums with a silent scream and throws his head back. He paints your hand with his cum. When he looks in the mirror again, you are smiling at him like he's the best thing that has ever happened in your life.

"Did you mean everything you said, [Name]?"

"Of course, Haji, why wouldn't I?"

"Especially the last part?"

"I only speak facts, babe"

Iwaizumi smiles as he grabs your face and crashes his lips against yours. Both of you collapsed on the bed, giggling and clinging to each other.

You found it magical that no matter the stress Akaashi Keiji as an editor or a shōnen manga magazine, he manages to look so pretty. It seemed like the stress barely affected him at all. Your boyfriend was one of the underrated hardworking editors in his department, he may not have continued volleyball after high school, but he was contented with his life.

— ♬ Akaashi Keiji

You and Akaashi have been together for long enough to be fairly involved in each other's lives. Being with Akaashi meant you have met his best friend, Bokuto Koutaro. Bokuto was a sweetheart, he was the former captain/teammate of Akaashi's and now a professional volleyball player.

Akaashi liked Bokuto very much, he looked up to him and cared about his well-being a lot. Today on his day off, he and Bokuto decided to hang out. They went jogging, he realized that he wasn't as physically active as he was in high school. They went to Onigiri Miya for breakfast, almost everyone approached Bokuto for an autograph or picture. They barely had a conversation because of the fans flooding in to meet him, and Bokuto was too kind to reject them. They ended up in Akaashi's apartment, it was a hot afternoon so both of them lounged in front of the fan, shirtless and watching a movie.

Akaashi subtly gazed at Bokuto's carefully sculpted body and looked at his slightly chubby tummy. Akaashi frowned, it was true that he barely had time to do some exercises or workouts because of how busy he was lately. Before he could stop himself, he began comparing himself to his best friend. He wondered how the hell did you end up with him, who was barely anyone special. He's just a guy you happened to fall in love with you.

Bokuto left later before you arrived. Akaashi decided to block out the insecure thoughts by finishing his work on his laptop. You notice how he was ignoring you when you got home, he looked frustrated when you checked on him. When you call him to eat dinner, he doesn't respond. You enter his office and approach him, but he won't let go of his laptop. You scowled and dragged him out of his office chair, he got out of your hold and sat down on the couch in front of the mirror. He was stressed, so you decided to help him.

"[Name]? What the-huh?!"

You settled behind him and unbuttoned his pants, he gasped when you pulled down his pants to his thighs. Your hand slipped into his boxers and grabbed his cock.

"[Name]"

Akaashi stuttered your name. You shush him by pulling his dick out of his boxers, his breath hitched. His eyes trailed to the mirror and watched the pornographic sight of you giving him a handjob, his heartbeat rings in his ears as he continued watching.

"[Name], please stop"

"Why, Keiji?"

"I-I..."

"What's wrong, babe?"

"...Why did you fall in love with me, [Name]?"

You chuckled and planted a soft kiss on his neck, Akaashi shivered when you continued to jerk him off.

"Because you're wonderful, Keiji"

"You're so handsome, hardworking, and kindhearted"

Akaashi wanted to protest, to deny that what you're saying was wrong because he doesn't feel special. Until you started massaging his balls.

"You're so fucking special, Keiji. I've never met someone like you in my life and there's no way I'm letting you go"

"Nobody has ever fucked me good after the first date"

An embarrassed blush rises on Akaashi's cheeks as he recalled the memory of fucking you all night after his first date with you. Slowly, he lets himself melt against your touch. He allows himself to be consumed by the pleasure. With lidded eyes, Akaashi watched you stroke his cock through the mirror as you peppered his neck with kisses.

"I fucking love you so much, Keiji"

The way his heart leaps out of his chest when you started pumping his dick faster causes a loud moan to slip past his lips. You smirk as you showered him with praises against his ear, effectively banishing the insecurity out of his head, and replacing it with your love and pure pleasure.

"[Name], gonna cum!"

"Go on, cum for me, pretty boy"

With that command, Akaashi comes undone. He shuts his eyes as cum messily spurts on his boxers and your hands. You give him a loving kiss against his temple.

"Go clean up, I'll wait for you at the table, darling"

Before you can leave the room, Akaashi grabs your hand. You look at your boyfriend filled with sweat, breathless, and with glasses crooked, he smiles widely at you.

"I fucking love you too, [Name]"

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mavrintarou · 5 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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clubkira · 7 months

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SANTANNY.

bitch, take off your panties, huh. ( 18 + )

content. cockwarming bokuto & strip teasing akaashi.

note. smut. 18+ fem!reader. no use of y/n. petnames (baby + angel). lowercase intended. post-timeskip. restraints. unprotected sex. repost / edit of an older work.

soundtrack. santanny — bktherula.

bokuto has a lot of extra energy to expend.

he is forever cursed with the incapability of sitting still for more than two seconds without doing something to keep himself occupied, be it fidgeting in his seat or rubbing your thumb in his hands when your fingers are interlocked with one another’s.

he has a love hate relationship when your pretty little pussy's walls are wrapped around his cock, clamping down on his dick hungrily while he can't move or touch you unless he wants that warmth to disappear in an instant.

his whines turn an octave higher the longer you cockwarm him, forbidding him from touching you until he reaches his breaking point. creaming all over himself as you fuck his cum into your pussy while riding out your high on his dick.

it's the highest level torture for him, yet it turns him on just as much as it pains him.

he can't help how needy he is for you, nor how much he loves it when you cockwarm him despite his whines.

"baby, please…" bokuto pleads from underneath you, tears pooling in his eyes as his shaky hands hover just above your hips desperately while you straddle him, his thick cock buried deep within your velvety pussy’s walls.

he loves the way your dripping cunt wraps around him, encapsulating his entire length in a way that makes him feel like the horny-horomone monster he was when he was a teen, wanting to fuck you into the bed until your cum paints the sheets a new white.

"yes?"

his voice comes out hoarse and stuttery, almost like he's hiccuping as his eyes screw shut from the shift of your body on him, cock twitching from the friction while he throws his head back into his pillows and whines.

"let me touch you, please.. you know i can't stand this.."

he has to ball up his hands into fists to restrain himself from slamming you down onto his dick and fucking you himself from how much his cock is twitching inside you.

humming in fake-consideration, you respond with a resounding “no” to his unbearable disappointment.

the blatant rejection makes his cock stiffen up more in embarrassment, threatening the fat tears in his eyes to spill over the sides of his face from how much he wants to ravage you completely, panting from the hard-on you're sitting atop that he can do nothing about.

his neck strains and twitches as you begin riding him, tantalizingly slow to watch his handsome face scrunch up and jerk around trying to avoid plunging his thick hands into your thighs and fucking you silly ‘till you're stuffed with his cum.

steadily increasing the pace while noticing the way his legs jerk with each of your movements, his hands fisting the sheets to control himself as he begins rutting into your hips, moving in sync with you to a much faster speed until you're practically pounding his dick deep into your cunt.

he looks so pretty and messed up beneath you. with disheveled hair thats clinging to his face from the sweat dripping down his temples, his jaw clenching from the pressure building up inside him, the way his eyes are fixated soley on your pussy rubbing against his crotch.

the friction between your bodies drives him crazy.

how badly he wants to flip you over and fuck your brains out until you can't walk.

but he knows he can't. because he knows if he even attempts to take control, you will hop off his dick without a second thought and deprive him of his much needed orgasm.

his breathy and ragged pants fill the bedroom like the sweetest music ever recorded as bokuto nears his high, "faster baby.. faster…"

gripping onto his thighs for support, you throw your head back as your walls clench around his dick, your groans becoming shaky.

“cum now,” you command him harshly through gritted teeth, mercilessly bucking your hips into his.

"fill me up so i can fuck it back in."

bokuto needs no further instruction as his hands hastily latch onto your ass and he finally gets to slam your wet cunt onto his dick himself, your back arching in pleasure as he thrusts into you repeatedly before letting out a hitched moan, feeling his seed fill your hot cunt.

he lets his head falls back into his pillow, panting heavily as you ride out his high a couple more times before you let out a low and drawled out "fuuuuckk…" before spilling yourself all over his cock.

theres a momentary silence between the two of you filled with nothing but soft pants and short gasps of air. your body slumps from exhaustion as you climb off his sticky cock, his cum dripping out of your pussy while collapsing onto his chest.

"you did well," you pant softly, craning your head to look up at your boyfriend's fucked out, flushed face, absentmindedly tracing his sculpted abs.

"didn't know you could keep your hands to yourself for that long. that’s new record for you, kou."

"you're so unfair baby.." bokuto whines childishly, hiding his reddened face with the back of his hand, "not letting me touch you.. that’s cruel."

you chuckle slightly at your manchild of a boyfriend, "so needy.”

he pouts at your teasing before burying his head into the crook of your neck, quietly murmuring against the skin, "only for you..."

bringing him out of your neck you give him a few kisses before responding with a coy smile, "i know."

akaashi is a respectful man, or so he likes to think.

he is someone who treats you like a princess and goddess all in one. akaashi worships you like you're the next coming of christ and would rather die than ever even think of physically violating you in any way.

unless, you're putting on a strip tease show for him.

a switch flips inside of akaashi when he's forced to watch his gorgeous girlfriend undress herself in a seductive manner, and strip teases are the only time that akashi wants to ruin you so badly.

to pounce on you and destroy your pussy like you're nothing but an inanimate sex toy for his pleasure.

it's so bad, he knows that already. that he shouldn't be thinking of those thoughts about you. but he can't help it when it's oh so tempting. your naked body slowly being revealed right infront of him makes him go crazy, bonus points if he’s also restrained in some way.

his neediness shines more if he's restrained during it and can only helplessly watch & wait eagerly for your bra and underwear to drop.

akaashi would never admit to his friends that he gets hard when his girlfriend literally just undresses infront of him (bokuto would never let him hear the end of it.)

but the only things running through akaashi's mind when you strip tease him are he needs to pound your pussy inside out until it memorizes the shape of his cock fully imprinted in your walls.

akaashi felt this had to be some kind of modern day torture.

having his hands tied up, sat in a cold metal chair as he watched his girlfriend's fingers caress her clothed body and curves whilst staring him down eagerly.

your nimble fingers cascading down your curves before gripping the hem of your shirt, pulling it up above your head and letting it fall to the floor as akaashi’s breath hitched.

swallowing heavily when you snapped your bra strap lightly, enjoying the way akaashi's eyes widened slightly before relaxing again.

"keiji, i can see your bulge."

akaashi doesn't respond to your bait, he can't even care at this point that he's being humiliated like a preteen boy who just learned how to masturbate to porn by the way his dick was clearly showing through his sweatpants.

he wanted to rip off the rest of your clothes in an instant, but the ziptie restraints holding together his hands behind the chair resisted him.

"angel..” akaashi gently voices to you from across the room, his soft tone contrasting his horribly vulgar thoughts.

starved eyes never leaving your almost naked figure as your shorts dropped next, pooling on the ground beside your shirt, "please untie me, i need you."

the sight of you in just your underwear was making him lose his mind, trying to remove the zipties bounding his hands was a challenge he was ready to face if it mean getting rid of his horrible hard on.

he wanted so badly to rip that stubborn bra and underwear off your body before having his way with you, a million different lewd scenarios running through his mind at mach 20 of the ways he'd fuck you stupid.

walking over to him and casually sitting down on his lap, straddling his body and pulling his face closer to yours with one hand and holding another just above his crotch with a sly grin.

akaashi's relatively calm facade faltered at your actions, his chest tightening, eyes growing wide.

"i don't think so, keiji."

pressing the palm of your hand down firmly on his bulge, relishing in the way akashi attempted to bite back a moan, his body writhing from the stimulation.

he frantically attempts to break free from the zipties behind the chair as your hand remains on his clothed dick, savouring the pretty sight of your boyfriend's neediness and desperation laid out in front of you.

akaashi seethes through his teeth when you apply further pressure to his dick, jerking around in his chair as you draw his face closer to yours and cheekily ask, "what do you think you're doing, keiji?"

his eyes narrow at you in his fucked out state of mind, the zipties beginning to leave red marks on his hands from him trying to remove them.

you trace akaashi's jawline tenderly before sitting up in his lap and unhooking your bra, letting it fall onto akaashi’s thighs and kneading your breasts in your hands and moaning, all while gazing down seductively into your stunned boyfriend's eyes.

akaashi feels his mind going blank by the second, breath becoming ragged at the sight infront of him, eyes focused intently on your breasts in awe and insatiable hunger as he shifted uncomfortably in his seat, letting out a low "fuck."

"like what you see?"

judging from the way you felt his throbbing dick grow beneth your still-clothed pussy, and from how heavily he was panting, straining the zipties with all his might you already knew the answer.

and so did he.

"i need you," akaashi grunted, biting back a moan from the feeling of his growing hard-on as his eyes pleading for you to free him of his restraints.

"angel please.. i'll make you feel good, i promise..” it was a lovely sight to witness. your boyfriend, choked up and stuttering beneath you, completely at your mercy.

his shaky moans are as pretty as he is.

"awe," you coo softly before pressing your lips to his neck, suckling the skin and gently rolling your hips over his in a teasing manner.

a hasty and guttural moan escapes his throat at your actions as he frantically thrusts his hips into yours. "need you now..” he desperately cried from the overstimulation, "please..”

with one final suck you detach your lips from his neck and admired the scene infront of you,

"gorgeous."

at long last, you slowly pull down your underwear and toss it to the ground, your fully naked body in view of your boyfriend who wanted to fuck you until the whole neighborhood knew his name.

you rose up from akaashi's lap, a needy whine escaping his lips at the loss of your body weight atop his aching cock as you walked to the other side of the bedroom.

he immediately thought you were just going to leave him alone, helplessly restrained and with a huge erection until he saw you snatch a pair of scissors from off his workdesk and turning to face him.

a shit eating grin displayed across your face as you held the scissors in your hands.

"you've been so good today keiji, now let me help you out of those ties of yours."

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cottonlemonade · 14 days

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hi! can i please have a large mango lemonade with a slice of lemon for akaashi? <3

Recreational Reading

warnings: mdni, nsfw

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“Yes, how may I help you?“, you asked with a chuckle when you felt Keiji laying down on top of you.

After a long long week, filled with studies and horrendously boring term papers you had been looking forward to spending a cozy calming weekend with your boyfriend.

He had just come out of the shower and was obviously in a cuddly mood, joining you on the couch where you settled to read a book.

Wrapping his arms around your soft body he got comfortable, using your chest as a pillow. You smiled and went back to your book, letting your fingers comb through his damp hair, only stopping every so often to turn a page.

This was exactly what you needed.

After a while though, Keiji began to stir.

“Do you wanna do something?“, you asked, already about to put your book aside but your boyfriend just shook his head and scooched further down.

“No no, you just read your book, sweetheart. Don‘t let me distract you.“

“Eek! That tickles!“

He had brushed up your shirt to set gentle kisses on your tummy, his hands sliding down your side.

“Can you lift your hips for a second, my love?“

With quick, much practiced moves he pulled your comfy shorts along with your panties down and off your legs, letting them drop to the floor.

“Keiji-“

“Shh, go back to your book, don‘t mind me. I just need you right now.“

Easier said than done when he brought your leg up over his shoulder and your skin began to tingle where his lips were brushing against the inside of your thighs.

“Mmmh.“, he hummed happily when he leaned in to taste you. He looked up and licked his lips, meeting your eyes with curiosity. “Why aren’t you reading? You have to finish quickly, so I can read it next.“

“Kei-Keiji…”, you sighed when he dipped his head low again, kissing your pussy and luxuriously lapping at your folds. The words on the page in front of you blurred, but you tried to continue, tried not to go crazy on your boyfriend's so very talented tongue. You made it through about two short sentences, having to reread them over and over to grasp their meaning when you gave up. Keiji had added a finger to his teasing, making it very clear he wasn’t about to stop anytime soon.

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cr4yolaas · 28 days

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in sickness and in health — akaashi keiji

synopsis: despite your stubbornness, akaashi takes care of you when you fall ill.

tags: fluff, rdr is sick, can be interpreted as romantic or platonic

akaashi can’t help but laugh at your grumbles beneath the blankets.

he thinks it’s silly, how you try oh so hard to convince him that you’re fine, when in reality, you haven’t left your bed since last night. and it’s already late afternoon.

when he re-enters your bedroom with soup in one hand and a mug of tea in the other, he’s greeted with a disturbingly loud coughing fit, coupled with a distressed face and weary eyes. in an instant, he rushes to your side, urging you to sit up and drink some of your tea. reluctantly, you oblige.

this time, akaashi can’t help but frown at your stubbornness.

“i can handle myself,” you complain in a raspy voice, each syllable coated with exhaustion. “i’ve always handled this by myself.”

instead of arguing, he only smiles. “i know. i’m just by your side this time.”

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imaginethathaikyuu · 7 months

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akaashi keiji, fem reader, NSFW 18+ wc: 438

“use your words.”

he’d whispered that sentence too many times to keep count, and it stayed grating.

“keiji.” it was a struggle to speak. “you - you know what i want.”

“i don’t,” he said, and it was a taunt. “how will i know if you won’t say it?”

you pulled him closer by the collar of his shirt and he toppled over you, landing on a kiss.

“just touch me.”

“where?”

“anywhere.”

you didn’t see his smirk but you heard it. “anywhere i want?” you nodded until you felt his hand on you.

it started at your thigh and drifted up and up until you were gasping, but that touch was fleeting. his hand pressed flat on your stomach and pushed.

“shit, you are sensitive.” your hips weren’t stronger than his hold keeping them in their place, but they tried to buck free. “when’s the last time somebody else made you cum?”

“i don’t know,” you said - a whine, a cry, a beg. there were tears in your eyes that would fall with time.

his touch dipped again, this time crossing the barrier of your underwear’s hem. you made a sound like a wail, and you stayed looking at each other as his fingers wandered.

your leg hooked over his hip like you were trying to keep him in his place, and it had him pushing closer. his forearm rested by your head, his thumb traced your hairline, his nose nudged yours.

your staggered breathing told him where to touch you; moans of his name taught him the right pace. and it was perfect. you’d never felt anything like it, and it seemed like he could tell.

“he doesn’t touch you like this, does he?”

you whined, shook your head.

“you poor thing. my poor baby.” his circling fingers sped up, and it was hard to hear his words over the ringing in your ears. “it’s not hard, is it? it doesn’t even take much time to get this cunt this wet. she just needs a little attention, huh?”

he had one goal and was doing a good job at reaching it - almost as fast as you could.

“he’s never even found your clit, has he?” you shook your head, and then he gave that very spot a pinch until you yelped and looked at him. “answer me.”

“no.”

“no?”

“he’s never - never found it. keiji, please, please.”

and he pressed his lips against yours as his fingers sped up again, touching you just how he’d learned how to, daring to make you cum in record time.

“it’s a good thing you have me, then, right?”

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cherrye · 12 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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yeonniesblog · 1 year

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“y/n stop acting like you are in a velocity edit" akaashi sighs, putting down his pen on the table, he was just trying to complete his assignment which was due this week but God forbid if you would let him.

you huff out in annoyance, your boyfriend is so annoying, so what if you were swaying to the beats in a slow motion when you stumbled upon a catchy tiktok audio, it's not like you forget your earphones at home intentionally.

and not to mention you should be the one who is mad, if it wasn't for the pretty mouth canceling your date's plan you swear you would have thrown hands on your busy boyfriend.

and honestly you are doing him a favor by letting him be in your presence, flipping your hair back you feed your ego with your own thoughts.

akaashi sighs, he can already tell what your narcissistic ass might be thinking, he turns his chair around, now facing you. “come here” he mumbles softly, your quirk your brows, hmm fishy.

but you still waddle quickly to him, his chair is pressed against his desk, and he taps his laps. you stop infront of him, giving him a icky expression as a response to his tap.

“what? are you trying to copy atsumu and his side chicks?” akaashi has a quick flashback of the star setter with his random hookup as soon as you mentioned the name, his expression changes to being disgusted in a second.

“first of all no” he clearly remembers the girl sticking to atsumu as a glue on his lap and using too much tongue while making out, Infront of everyone at the party, no he doesn't wants to recreate that. “and second of all, weren't your craving for my attention”

“well you should ofcourse return it since you stole all my attention, you fuckin’ robber ” you sit yourself on his lap, putting your weight on him hesitantly, but he cradles you so swifty in his arms that you swear you get weak in the knees. sza was right, you needed a big boy, akaashi is your big boy.

“cheesy” he chuckles, even though he admits you are cheesy as fuck but he can't help but break a smile at what you say with that cute angry pout.

he grabs your ass pulling you closer, fuck this guy will make you horny unintentionally, if his hands just rides a little above, a littl— “but stop saying those stuff to me though” akaashi continues, interuppting your unholy thoughts.

“huh? oh. what stuff” you burrow your eyebrows.

“stuff that makes me wanna kiss the hell out of you” he says it so nonchalantly like, like it didn't just leave your cheeks to become tinted red, you tug at his short messy hair.

“who is the cheesy one now” you hit his arms softly, god even his muscles are hot.

“you always leave me feeling giddy and shit” you roll yours eyes, holding his face in your hands “and superrr horny but that's beside the point” a grin breaks out on his pretty lips as a response to your confession.

akaashi keiji smiles really occasionally but when he does, you swear he has you swooning over his feet, his blue eyes follow yours through his glasses and there is a comfortable silent hanging in the room with you too being so close.

“fuck I love your face” you grip his cheeks like he is some kind of a baby.

“then sit on it”

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