#akaashi keiji x reader
written with semi, toru, suga, kuroo, akaashi, and omi in mind, but obvs you can apply this to whoever you want :]
your fav, who fucks you like this to loosen you up after a particularly long and stressful day... has you squirting all over his tongue and cock over, and over, and over. he knows he's pushing you past your limits with the way your body's trembling underneath him, with the way you're clawing at his biceps, with the way tears don't stop gushing over your lash line. your body's had enough, but you can't seem to stop begging him for more, more, more; to which he gladly obliges, coaxing your juices out of you with the slightest of movements.
"c'mon, i know you can give me another one... yeah, that's it- just like that,"
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⊳ today's cast. akaashi, osamu, kuroo.
◡ desc. in which they weren't ready to let go of your embrace.
akaashi keiji knew he had to do something at the last second your lips touched him, hands loosened their grip off his board shoulder as you started to move. the greediness made him feel uneasy. "y/n?". you titled your head towards him. "i know you gave me enough cuddles for today, but..." he gulped, his hands tightened around your wrist with rosy cheeks always that fascinating. "perhaps my boyfriend has worked a little too hard today, eh?" you giggled, make your way back to his lap. "next time, I'll remember to stay for some extra minutes, uh-huh. my bad." you kissed his forehead lovingly, and he returned you one once again on the lips.
miya osamu sighed while chopping his final piece of carrot, slowly giving up the intention of going to bed early by just having a lot on his plate. in the nightmare thoughts, he spotted you, smiling from afar and ready to give him a back hug, which is definitely made him crack a smile. "what's that?". "what? i miss you." he fell silent and sank in your hug, you smelled like strawberries after your shower. "care to see how useful I am?" you tried to cheer him up. he lifted you up in a sudden and prevent your yelp from escaping by a peck. "you ain't even washed your hands!" "don't blame me, i haven't touched ya for a day." he placed you down the marble material and tightened his grasp. "at least the knife was still in its place."
kuroo tetsuro grumbled when you stopped his stare by shutting the door closed in order to pick up the phone; the hint of your presence is no longer in his vision, and he started to get impatient with it. left the room for not too long, you noted the warmth of his arms snuggled around your torso, face tickled the crook of your neck. "what is it, tetsu?" you carefully covered the speaker, he sighed. "a room without your scent, doesn't tickle my fancy." you felt his smile as the cat-eye watched your face heated up between giggles. "oh shut it." suddenly, some sprinkles of euphoria just followed him. you're so important to him, he knew he wouldn't let you go.
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extra syrups & toppings
♡ pairing : akaashi keiji x gn!reader
♡ synopsis : Just four baristas helping their two most loyal customers to end up together
♡ genre : sfw, fluff, Cafe AU, Coffee Shop, College, MSBY!Baristas
♡ word count : 2.2k
♡ notes : this is my first time creating a banner for my work, and i’d love some feedback about it.
i just love a classic cafe au, and with the picture perfect cafe customer akaashi. happy birthday to one of my fav boys in haikyuu, akaashi ♥︎
This quaint corner cafe tucked away in an alley is definitely your favorite cafe. You were on your way from the dorms and heading to school when you got lost, and were miraculously brought here by your feet. Spotting this place was like love at first sight. It was the interior design and cake display that initially attracted you to it, but what made you stay was the drinks they made. They helped you discover more flavors that expanded your palate.
You visit the cafe almost everyday, either to get your morning coffee before heading to campus, or study during your long breaks in between classes. It doesn’t take long until you become acquainted with the baristas. You learn after weeks of buying from the cafe, that the baristas are also students from your college. Although you don’t see them often on campus, you gradually got to know them with how often you come into their workplace.
“Hey! You’re here early today.” Hinata is greeting you by the door. He’s one of the baristas, and the first one you get acquainted with in the cafe.
“I have a group meeting soon, so I’m just stopping by to get something.” You give him a polite smile despite feeling disappointed that you aren’t spending the afternoon here.
“So, are these groupmates at least helpful?”
“They could be better.” You hear Hinata chuckle at your comment as he cleans the work station.
You take a look at the menu, already tried every drink on it. You aren’t particularly craving anything, “Can you make me what the last person ordered?”
“Oh! I’ve seen that trend going around TikTok. Are you doing it too?”
You shake your head at him, unaware of the trend and just plainly indecisive of what to get.
“Well, I’ll get your drink ready. I’ll keep it a surprise until you taste it then.” Hinata is way too excited to make the drink. Unknown to you, the last drink ordered was by the other regular at the cafe, Akaashi.
Through Bokuto, all the baristas made a mutual friendship with Akaashi. And during the first time that you entered the cafe, they knew that you would be compatible with their friend. You slowly become a regular and a friend, that they secretly start to ship the both of you.
They badly wanted to set you up with Akaashi, even bringing up the conversation with the man involved. But he dismissed their idea, saying that you might find it uncomfortable and invasive. The baristas sulked about it, a wasted opportunity for their friend to find love.
Akaashi isn’t actively looking for anyone to be with. But with the information planted in his mind, Akaashi notices you more when you come to the cafe. He tries to know more about you, accidentally eavesdropping on your conversations with his barista friends. He also unconsciously looks for you in the small space, and sometimes catches himself feeling sad when you are about to leave. He slowly realized that he was looking forward to seeing you at the cafe.
This subtle change in Akaashi doesn’t go unnoticed by the baristas. When they caught him secretly glancing your way, they immediately started making plans that would force you to interact with each other. They’ve brainstormed for days but still haven’t come up with anything successful. That was until today, where you just ordered Akaashi’s usual customized drink.
“Here you go, this drink isn’t on the menu. Go give it a taste and tell me if you like it.” Hinata hands over your drink. You take a sip from the to-go cup and your eyes immediately light up.
“This is good! I should properly thank the person who ordered this.” Hinata is ecstatic to share the new development to their plan of getting you two together. It was only unfortunate that Akaashi didn’t stay at the cafe today.
“You just missed him. But I’m sure he'll be back within the week.”
“Thanks again for this Hinata, I’ll be sure to order this again the next time I come.”
You wave goodbye at Hinata as you exit the cafe. He is already texting their group about the recent turn of events. The cafe bell rings, signaling a new customer and Hinata immediately plasters his customer service smile, “Welcome!”
It has been a few days since you’ve been back at the cafe, your parents called you to say that you should spend the weekend at home. As you arrive at the cafe, a number of people are loitering outside, the end of the line even reaching the entrance door. You excuse yourself from the crowd, entering the cafe to find out what is happening.
Atsumu notices you as he serves drinks to a table near the entrance. “Hey! You shocked that there are a lot of people?”
“Yeah, just not used to it. But at least it’s good for business.”
Atsumu chuckles at you, “Well, a sort of famous person came into the cafe last week, and they vlogged their experience here. And here we are now, serving tons of people because of their unintentional promotion of the cafe.”
The cafe is definitely bustling, you also see that Bokuto and Sakusa are behind the counter, and Hinata entertaining conversations with the people in line.
“I don’t wanna keep you away from doing your job. I’ll line up as soon as I find a seat.”
“No need to line up! I’ll bring a drink to you.”
“Thanks Atsumu.” You smile at him and scan around the cafe to look for empty seats. It seems like every chair and table was occupied by customers. You didn’t want to seem rude, just because you were a regular doesn’t mean that you needed to have a designated seat for yourself. As you are about to ask Atsumu to make your drink on a to-go cup, Bokuto appears beside you.
“It’s been awhile since we last saw you!”
“Oh! Hi Bokuto. So glad that people are finally noticing the cafe.” He just nods at you, beaming at the amount of people in the cafe. You continue saying, “It seems like I won’t be able to study here today though, there aren’t any vacant seats anymore.”
“Let me get one from behind! I’m sure we have an extra set there.”
“There’s no need for that! If it’s alright, just transfer my order in a to-go cup.”
“Nonsense! You’re one of our most loyal customers, you deserve this extra treatment. Wait for a moment.”
Just as you are about to protest, Bokuto is already headed to the back door. You sigh and awkwardly stand in the middle of the cafe. Bokuto shortly emerges from the door holding a chair.
“Thank you Bokuto, but i’m really fine--”
“Come on, I’m sure Akaashi won’t mind you sitting with him.”
Bokuto is already heading towards a table with a man who is studiously typing on his laptop. You slowly approach the table and panic when Bokuto hits the man’s back with a powerful slap.
“Hey Akaashi! You won’t mind if they sit with you right? Right. Here you go.” Bokuto places the chair he got and offers you the seat, “Enjoy getting to know each other.”
Bokuto hurriedly leaves towards the bar counter. The man in front of you is still recovering from the harsh slap he received. He finally looks up and his eyes grow wide when he makes eye contact with you.
“Hi, I didn’t mean to invade your space. But Bokuto kept on insisting that I sit with you. If you’re uncomfortable with it, I don’t mind leaving you alone.” You awkwardly smile at him. It has been about a month since Akaashi realized that he might have developed a small crush on you.
“No!” He startles you for a bit. He coughs into his hand trying to compose himself, “Sorry, I didn’t mean it like that. I meant that I’m okay with sharing my table.”
“Thank you, Akaashi.” You smile at him as you take a seat. “Oh! I forgot to introduce myself.” You give him your name, despite him already knowing it beforehand because of his friends.
“Here’s your drink.” Sakusa approaches your table and sets down your drink, along with a slice of cheesecake.
“I didn’t order any cake. Did you?” You look at Akaashi and he says that he didn’t order it either.
“It’s on the house, a free slice for you two since it’s been super hectic in the cafe today.”
“Awww, thank you. Please extend my thanks to the other three.” Sakusa nods at you and leaves, urging you two to have some alone time. Akaashi just knew that his four barista friends are definitely trying to set you two up. You aren’t aware of it and no harm is done, so Akaashi just leaves it at that.
As you take a sip of the mysterious drink prepared for you, Akaashi couldn’t help but take a closer look at you. He grew fond of watching you from a distance, noticing the lovely outfits you wore everyday, and how expressive your face gets while studying. This is the first time that he properly gets to meet you, being able to see your beauty from a closer distance. He sees your eyes light up as you drink, “Oh! This is the drink that Hinata gave me last time.”
You try your best to describe the drink to him, and Akaashi thinks that it sounded very familiar, “There’s this one flavor that I can’t pinpoint. I haven’t had the time to ask Hinata about it either, this is only the second time that I’m trying this drink. I’m also hoping I can meet the person who ordered this.”
You are smiling at the cup so lovingly, and Akaashi doesn’t hesitate to reply, “Well, I’m certain that’s the drink I regularly order here.”
Your eyebrows shoot up, at a loss for words because you aren’t expecting to meet them today. Akaashi chuckles at your expression, and indulges you with the customizations made in his drink. You are amazed at the man in front of you, not even considering him to be the mysterious customer who ordered your new favorite drink.
You’ve noticed Akaashi a few times in the cafe, always busy typing on his laptop, or handsomely reading a new book. You were too intimidated to ever approach him, but do take notice of his presence from time to time. You now openly stare at the man in front of you, not fully comprehending his words as you fall in the depths of his beautiful dark blue eyes hidden behind his glasses.
As he finishes his extensive and detailed explanation, you compliment him, “You really have good taste.”
“Why don’t we give the cheesecake a taste, and test if we have similar preferences.”
“Sure! I have no intention to waste this complimentary cake.”
“I’m willing to buy you a slice next time.” You stare at Akaashi with your mouth wide open and your fork in the air, not expecting him to say that. Akaashi soon realizes that he forgot to use his inner voice again.
“I-I didn’t mean it like that--”
“Hey there you two! How’d you like the cheesecake?” Atsumu approaches your table, and Akaashi is thankful for the intervention. “Sakusa experimented on the cake’s flavor with Akaashi’s drink in mind, something about wanting to find a perfect complement to it. We’re actually thinking of making this a limited set in the future.”
“Oooh, then I’m really excited to try it then.” You take your first bite, and your eyes become wide with how tasty the cake is. “This is amazing! It really goes so well with the drink too.”
“That’s great feedback! I’ll let Sakusa know right now.” Just like that, Atsumu is already bolting towards the counter. Akaashi tries a bite too, and he is amazed. You are right to say that it is a good cake.
“This is good.” Akaashi nods towards you.
“And it’s all thanks to your drink.” Akaashi blushes at your indirect compliment to him, convincing himself that you are just flattering his taste in drinks. As you both take turns getting bites of cake, you suddenly speak up.
“You know, I won’t turn down your offer of cake.” You cringe at your awkward attempt at flirting back, you aren’t even sure if he is interested in you. Akaashi almost chokes on his bite, stunned at your bold statement. He isn’t expecting you to actually accept his slip of the tongue offer.
“Well,” Akaashi is avoiding eye contact but you notice his ears turning red, “I’d be glad to buy one the next time we meet.”
“Am I right to assume that it’s a date then?” He hears the playfulness in your voice, and he gets the courage to look up and respond with a nod.
“I’d gladly take you to our second date.” This man is smooth with his words, you thought to yourself. His answer boosts your confidence and you don’t shy away from being flirtier.
“I didn’t know that this was the first, I hope I don’t ruin it further.” You smile at the drink in your hand. You didn’t expect to have a cliche moment at a cafe, always thinking of yourself as only an extra in someone else’s story.
For Akaashi, he is fond of all the extra things in his life, perceiving extra as something that makes life better. Volleyball as his extracurricular activity, extra classes he did not need to take but found it interesting, extra syrups to be added to his drink at the cost of spending more. But he thinks that you’ll be the best extra he adds to his life.
♡ author’s note : thank you for reading this. this isn’t my favorite, but i had a fun time conceptualizing this fic. i was kinda pressuring myself to finish this before akaashi’s bday, so this is my first fic with a set deadline, tho i did finish it kinda early. i was also stuck with how to end this, but i think the ending went fairly well.
i’m planning on making this as a series, mostly centered around the cafe, i already have kenma done, and i have hinata, sakusa, bokuto, atsumu next in line. if you have any suggestions, feel free to drop a comment or ask ♥︎
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flora x akaashi week 2021 🍾
day four — possibilities.
"is anything happening?" ami asks one morning as you grab breakfast together.
"happening where?" you ask, pouring nearly all of the blueberry sauce onto your pancakes. the restaurant is alive with chatter and cutlery clinking against ceramic, mild, upbeat music playing in the air.
"you know. between you and akaashi."
"oh," you say, cutting out a chunk from your short stack. you shove it into your mouth. "no, i don' fink sho."
"gross," she says with distaste. she slathers on some jam over the butter she'd previously slathered all over her croissant slice.
you swallow. "why'd you ask?"
ami chews thoughtfully. "you spend a lot of time together, is all."
you stop mid-slice and stare at your friend. "yes. because you left your job and now work and live on the other side of tokyo. and now i have no one to talk to in this area."
"it's not a bad thing," she defends. "i think it's cute. you're not very friendly, you know; it's a nice change of pace."
"ha ha. you're funny."
"i'm hilarious," she beams, and wipes her mouth with her napkin. "anyway, i'll go use the restroom. be back in a bit."
when she leaves, you fish out your phone in an attempt to not look like a loser, and tap at your notifications.
akaashi: Good morning :)
you: good morning!! 🌞
you: sorry for the late reply, had a hectic morning
akaashi: Don't worry about it :)
akaashi: What are you up to today??
you: i have a meeting at 11 but getting breakfast with ami now
akaashi: Hi Ami
"who's that?" ami asks, returning to her seat. "you're smiling."
"huh? oh," you respond, tapping your phone. "it's just akaashi. he says hi, by the way."
"hi," ami says mildly, going back to her breakfast. when you set down your phone, she asks, "seeing him today?"
"yeah, for dinner at my place," you go, cutting another chunk of your syrup-soaked pancakes. "why? wanna come?"
"no reason," she says, hiding a smile behind her coffee cup. "and no, thanks. i'm busy tonight."
you greet akaashi with a warm hey and a one-armed hug when he steps into your apartment. "you're early," you comment.
"finished early," he responds, bussing your cheek. he raises the bag of food in his hand. "where do i put this?"
"oh, just on the coffee table—let's eat in the living room," you say, directing him on where he can put his shoes before you head to the kitchen to grab a bottle of wine in one hand and a carafe of cold water in another. "i have some wine," you brandish, "no glasses, though, so we'll have to settle for mugs." you turn your wrist to display your pink wrapped around the handle of a mug.
"it's fine," he says with a chuckle. you clear your modest coffee table and set up the food and drinks, and pick up the remote from the couch. "what do you want to watch?"
the film turns out to be inconsequential, because you both end up ignoring it in favor of discussing things that have nothing to do with the movie.
the topics range from ami, to work, to friends, to family, and you realize that it's nice, talking to akaashi. you've known this, but in the confines of your apartment, it's amplified. he's attentive and inquisitive and focused. it's a nice feeling, knowing that he's willing to listen to you ramble on about your two dogs for about ten minutes.
or maybe it was the wine. you both managed to finish it, after all.
you set down your now-empty wine mug and grab a throw pillow behind you as you sit on the couch. you shut off the tv minutes ago, so it's silent except for the noises coming from the street outside your apartment.
you're facing him, your legs crossed beneath the cushion on your lap. "hey, akaashi," you ask.
he's stretched out on the other end of your couch, one arm resting on the back and his other elbow perched on the armrest. one of his ankles is resting on his other knee, and his long torso leans back. the first two buttons of his office shirt have come undone.
he looks really good.
"hmm?" he asks.
you forgot whatever it is you were going to ask, search for a question. "i—"
his phone rings against the surface of your coffee table, rattling the glass. he sighs. "sorry, hold on," he murmurs, leaning forward to pick up his phone and press it to his ear. "hello, bokuto-san."
you press a hand to your forehead and close your eyes. you're a little dizzy, but manageable. you think that, given that he drank a little more than you, akaashi cannot go home in this state.
"okay, bye," he says, and you look up to see him placing his phone down, only this time, he flicks the button on the side. "sorry," he mumbles. he stretches back onto the couch. "we have plans this weekend, so he's just calling in."
"oh, no problem," you say, pulling your hand away from your face.
you lean forward to make yourself comfortable but find yourself unbalanced, and you don't even have the faculty to yelp. luckily, akaashi manages to catch you by the arm in time. you laugh as you lean against his hold. "i think i'm drunk."
"it's just one bottle of wine," he points out with a laugh.
"i'm in my late twenties," you sigh. "i'm not made to drink this much anymore."
he chuckles and sets you upright, hand coming to your hair to brush it behind your ear. "i should go," he says softly.
"no! no way," you say, shaking your head. "i have—too dangerous. i have a spare toothbrush."
"no," you state firmly, unfolding your legs and planting your feet on the floor, but you stand up too fast.
akaashi's hand hasn't let you go though, so he unwillingly yanks you back, and you fall against the couch, right at his side. you burst out in laughter. "sorry," you chuckle, looking up, and you realize that your faces are very, very near.
so near that you can feel his exhale against your skin and smell the wine that hints at his breath. for some reason, it's appealing.
the mirth behind his eyes and the smile he'd had on earlier was fading away into something serious.
"sorry," he exhales, and the hand that was at your elbow drifts up to your shoulder, then to your ear, then cups your cheek. his thumb brushes over your skin.
"i think," he starts, then swallows and shakes his head, pulling his hand away. "i think i'm drunk, too."
it's hazy. your brain is fuzzy and your thoughts are muddled, but your vision is sharp. everything comes into focus, and it feels like you can divide time by seconds—slow, slow, slow, like you're wielding a weird superpower that makes time move so sluggishly that you'll barely experience any consequences. you feel oddly brave.
nothing will happen, you think, so you push yourself up to brush your lips over akaashi's.
time stops, you swear it. because you can see with crystal clear vision the next thing akaashi keiji does before he does it.
the hand that was on your cheek cards through your hair to cup your jaw, and he uses his torso to push you up to sit. his mouth slots against yours in a kiss that makes you close your eyes.
you're drunk. he's drunk. this could be a mistake.
but you don't care.
so you kiss him back.
(they don't call it liquid courage for nothing.)
day three — #🍾: flokaashi week — day five
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akaashi keiji, editor extraordinaire, is anything but good with his words.
words in general, though? he's great. with wit refined to a point and a firm grasp on what makes people tick, he's more than capable of pulling his own and getting along with others. that, and considering the nature of his career, keiji is certainly no stranger to the delicacy of words and their influence. they are the very basis on which he functions; his thoughts are but a gallery of letters hung up on the walls of his mind, his hand and mouth like machines to copy and paste and print the most appropriate ones into feasible communication. he has a system, and it works.
there comes a time, though, when words are not enough. when he can't explain to the mangaka he's working with why the main character's expression looks too content for someone who was just confessed to, for example. when he can't pinpoint the reason for the sinking feeling in his gut when he passes by the cutesy cookie-cutter couples on his way to the train station. and again, when he opens the door to your "welcome home, keiji" and can't quite put a name to what he feels afterward.
his last partner once said, unprompted, that he reminded them of a prince. he didn't understand it then, still doesn't understand it now, yet it stuck with him nonetheless. when he'd asked what they meant, they'd smiled that sickly sweet smile of theirs and stated plainly that he looked like a character from a drama everyone was then raving about, the dark-haired deep-voiced sort of guy that always seems to sell.
"you're just so handsome, keiji-kun! I'm so lucky to be dating you."
keiji, with his wrinkled button-up, unkept hair, and knobby fingers, knew not what to say save an obligatory, "thank you."
you'd laughed when he told you about it. a big, hearty laugh that shocked him enough to make him smile instead of speak, left him at a loss for words when you said warmly, "you're no prince, akaashi-san. you're just you."
you know him well—because you want to, and because he wants you to. after so many years, so many sentences and sentiments shared between you two, there is not much keiji is reluctant to disclose. you know all this because he told you, and then he showed you: his constant fretting about drafts of manga pages, his preference against mainstream romance movies, the soft sigh that leaves him when you greet him at the door.
with the air of polite reliability he carries about him, you suppose you could imagine what it was that had him being called princely. keiji, with his deep sea eyes and dashingly dark hair catching the lamplight just right, is undoubtedly easy on the eyes. what is easy to many, however, is often left at that, and so keiji is no stranger to appearance-based affection; he's been talked to become he's charming, kissed because he's kind, touched because he's pretty, loved because he's caring. and while all of those words do apply to him, in some way or another, they are far from him.
there is no charming flourish to his wrist when he writes, no ink-blotted parchment and ornate fountain pen, no cheeky smirk when he catches you staring. far from royal, he actually looks a bit erratic: bits of his hair sticking up in odd places, glasses pushed up uncomfortably close to his face, a pen he found on his office floor clutched a bit too tightly in his hand. akaashi, the darling thing he is, gets so deeply absorbed in his work that it takes him a couple of minutes to register your gaze on him, and a couple more before he manages to pull himself out of his focus to study you instead, brows furrowed and lips quirked downward ever so slightly.
keiji is no dashing prince, nor are you some damsel in distress. so when he asks, "why are you looking at me?" with that helpless snark of his, you shrug and say, "come take a break—that show you wanted to watch is about to start."
he likes to see things—observe, if you will. one can only spend so many days of the year reading about the woes of the world hidden behind the safety of the word "fiction", and so, when he is allowed the time, keiji opts to watch instead of relying on words. at your statement, he remains silent, stares at you for a bit, and then rises from his seat at the kitchen table to join you on the couch.
though words—difficult as they are—may hold great meaning, there is often more to be found in what is left unsaid.
it's midnight, and keiji has yet again drifted off to some obscure documentary featuring the sound of that one narrator's voice he's taken a liking to. it's midnight, and you remove his glasses, lay a blanket over him, and ready yourself to sleep on the couch as well, if only so that he might feel less alone when he wakes and finds you both sporting cricks in your necks instead of just him.
because it requires no saying.
just as it was yesterday, just like it will be tomorrow, and just as it is now, it's midnight.
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Boy, You’re Toxic
Relationship: Akaashi Keiji x f!Reader
Word count: 1.0k
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The light spring breeze had weaved through your hair displacing some strands, the cute dress Akaashi had gifted you fluttered around your legs as you held onto the big bento filled with your love.
No matter how many times you had come to visit him at work, navigating around the maze of rooms was never easy, but when you saw the familiar receptionist, your heart filled with relief.
“Here to see Akaashi-san?” She asked, her eyes swimming with mischief. She sipped on her coffee regarding you coolly as you approached closer.
“Thought I’d surprise him with lunch,” You confirmed, paying no heed to her antics.
“Is that all you’re going to surprise him with?” She smirked, giving you a look you knew all too well.
Heat rushed to the surface of your skin as you frantically checked your surroundings to make sure there were no prying ears.
“You can’t just say things like that!” You scolded, awkwardly shuffling away from her in order to maintain some dignity. Your discreet getaway however, did not go unnoticed.
“Have fun eating ‘lunch’!” She called after you. The last thing you saw were her obscene ‘kissing’ faces at the air. Stifling your laugh and bewildered mind, her strange mind rendered you unfocused as you collided into a person.
Righting yourself immediately, a spring of apologies flooded out of you. Noticing the bento had fallen, you pouted hoping the arrangement of the food hadn’t been muddled. Bending over to retrieve it, you could unmistakably feel a pair of eyes trail over your every movement.
Straightening up and pulling down your dress subtly, you glanced up at the poor person that had been subjected to the bulldozing collision – Rami, the office flirt. Akaashi warned you about him after he decided to introduce himself to you a few months ago, he always seemed to pop by during your visits, trying to weasel into your life like an unshakeable leech.
“Again, I’m sorry Rami, I was a bit distracted,” Looking away, you bit your lip in an attempt to stifle the laughs that threatened to burst out at the thought of your outrageous friend.
“Hmm I wonder, what’s got your mind in such a flurry?” He murmured, taking a step closer as he lifted your face to look at him.
Feeling uncomfortable, you dodged his sandpaper touch, chuckling brokenly as you gave him a lame excuse, “Boring business stuff, you know how it is.”
He smiled wider, undeterred in the least from your actions, “How bout I take you out, y’know to clear your head for a bit.”
Doing a double-take you stared at him – stupefied at his blatant approach, “You know I’m dating your editor, right?”
“Doesn’t he bore you? I could treat you so much better,” He whispered suggestively in your ear as you clutched the bento like a life line, “He wouldn’t have to know.”
Turning away from him, you pointed to the door a few feet down at the end of the hall, “See that plaque over there?”
His eyes flickered to the door questioningly, “Yes?”
“That’s my Keiji’s plaque,” you boasted, “He has worked so unbelievably hard to get where he is today – I should know, I was there through it all.”
“Bet he didn’t have much time for you, if you were mine I’d never ignore you – never treat you bad.”
You took a breath before continuing, “He never neglected me once, he always showed me love and compassion – even when I didn’t deserve it.”
Hands on hips, you turned to him unimpressed. Eyeing him up and then down slowly, letting the anticipation build, you finally spoke, “You have such a simple mind, just because you don’t understand something you define it as boring.”
You scoffed at his confusion, deciding to break down the words into easier chunks to process, “I’m telling you I’d never leave him - especially for a sleaze like you.”
Without waiting for a response you left, trotting to said personal office to finally greet the man you had come for. The door clicked closed quietly as you gave Akaashi your best jazz hands, his cheeks were faintly flushed – as if he had done something strenuous…or an indication he had listened through the door.
Setting the miraculously neat bento on the wooden desk, you sat on the stiff chair opposite the blue eyed man, scrutinising him closely.
“How much did you hear?”
“That you’d never leave me for a sleaze, should I be worried if someone respectable tries to steal you away from me?” He teased cutely, but you could sense the underlying doubt beginning to settle in his mind, like a poisonous seed nurtured by uncertainty and self-doubt. His tight grip on the desk and the set of his jaw didn't escape your line of site.
Looking directly into his eyes, the ferocity made him look away sheepishly, “I’d never leave you.”
The solemnity of your tone, rendered him speechless, the sincerity catching him off guard. Unsure of what to do, he put his hands to use untying the bento.
“Anyway, you were right to avoid Rami,” you shuddered for dramatic effect as Akaashi smiled while he picked up the chopsticks and fed you some rice.
“He makes a lot of people uncomfortable.”
“You look very nice,” Akaashi complimented you as he took another mouthful of food, chomping away quietly.
You beamed, quickly standing to twirl and then pose for him, “Dressed up for you,” you admitted shyly.
He chuckled, eliminating the distance between you both as he pulled you into his arms, “Thank you love,” he peppered a kiss on your forehead, “For the food,” he kissed your cheek, “For looking so adorably cute,” he kissed the other, “And for defending my honour,” he finished, finally leaving a small peck on your nose.
“Just doing my job,” you winked cheekily as you rested your head on his warm chest as he rocked you gently. Listening to his heart beat calmed your own racing heart as you both sank into each other’s blissful company.
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it’s akaashi’s birthday and it’d be absolutely criminal of me not to write him a fic. happy birthday, my love ☺️
Akaashi turns 17 on the first birthday that he spends with you.
It’s around one in the morning on December 5th, and he’s sitting up against his headboard, a copy of Fitzgerald’s, Tender Is the Night, open in his lap when he hears it. The sound is slow, sporadic.
He looks up from his novel to see the darkened winter sky outside, just as another pebble hits his window and his phone buzzes on his nightstand. A brief glance at the screen shows a text from you telling him to look outside.
His heart beats a little faster as he slides out of bed and moves across the room to push his window open, barely catching a rock before it hits him in the forehead.
“Sorry about that!” Bokuto winces from the yard, but Akaashi barely spares him a glance - beyond a light roll of his eyes - because you’re standing next to him, the collar of your jacket turned up and your hands stuffed deep in your pockets as you bounce lightly on your heels.
You look up and flash him a brief smile before burying your nose back behind your scarf. Knowing you’re cold makes him move all the faster, pulling on a hoodie and joggers, checking that his parents are asleep before slipping out of the house and following the two of you to Bokuto’s car.
“Happy birthday!” You both cheer once you’re in the warmth of the vehicle (even though his teammate pouts a little when the two of you pile into the backseat, leaving him alone in the front).
Bokuto reaches back to ruffle his hair, and you wrap an arm around his shoulders to pull him into a sideways hug, gently pressing your lips to his cheek. He’s almost embarrassed by how quickly the chaste kiss makes his cheeks burn, but then he remembers that you’re his girlfriend - you have been for the past three weeks - and you’re already used to it.
As Bokuto pulls off the curb, you reach into a little bag on the floor, retrieving a little plastic container that you hold out to him as you peel the lid off.
“Bokuto and I bought you a cupcake,” you tell him a little shyly as he takes it from your hands. “We weren’t sure what you’d like, so we just picked something easy. Vanilla with swiss buttercream.”
Simple. No-nonsense. Classic.
“Thank you,” he tells you, truthfully. You both really know him, and he’s genuinely touched. “It’s perfect.”
Your smile instantly brightens, and you reach into the bag, handing him a neatly wrapped parcel. “This is for you. From me.”
“Oh, you didn’t have to,” he tries to tell you. But you push it into his lap, insisting, and well, it’s rude not to accept gifts, isn’t it?
So he exchanges the cupcake for the parcel, your eyes watching intently (Bokuto’s watching him in the rearview mirror) as he unravels the ribbon and peels back the parchment to reveal a book.
It’s Hemingway’s A Moveable Feast. He’d mentioned it to you once or twice in passing before quickly redirecting, afraid he would bore you with something so drab as english literature.
“I–” He can hardly find the words as he looks up at you, astounded that you’d listened. “This is–”
“Aw, c’mon man,” Bokuto groans in the driver’s seat. “Just kiss her already!”
His gaze snaps up to yours, half expecting you to turn away or scoot backwards, but you don’t. You lean in, so he does too.
On the day Akaashi turns 17, he kisses you for the first time.
On his 21st birthday, Akaashi is still studying for finals. He’s seated at his desk, spooning leftover soup out of that plastic container you left him keep when he was 17, the well-loved copy of A Moveable Feast tucked in his shelf amongst thick textbooks.
His friends tell him that he should be out right now, celebrating being a legal adult by western standards. He should be getting drunk and going dancing, living while he’s young, or however that saying goes.
But why would he need to go out when you’re walking into his cramped little studio apartment, armed with a mug cake mix and a bottle of whipped cream. He hears the clink of mugs and kitchen utensils, and eventually the soft beeps from the buttons on his microwave before you’re padding towards him, your sweet perfume already enough to jumble his thoughts.
“Take a break with me, birthday boy,” you murmur, rubbing his shoulders and nibbling playfully at the shell of his ear. It’s an all too enticing suggestion, especially when you’re touching him like that, your voice sultry and smooth in his ear.
So he turns his chair away from his notes, pulling you onto his lap and kissing you deeply, hands drifting under the hoodie you’d stolen from him and smoothing over the expanse of your back.
Two hours later sees you two twisted in his bedsheets, a chipped blue mug holding a half-eaten cake and melted whipped cream forgotten on the nightstand. Your head is resting on his shoulder, listening quietly as he reads one of his favourite Hemingway quotees.
‘We would be together and have our books and at night be warm in bed together with the windows open and stars bright.’
On the day Akaashi turns 21, he realizes that sounds like something he wouldn’t mind having with you.
The day Akaashi turns 23, he’s sitting on the floor of your new apartment.
It’s relatively close to where you both work, has two bedrooms and two bathrooms, a cute balcony, and new, hardwood floors. The two of you had just moved in the day before, and had yet to unpack boxes or furnish the place beyond the mattress you’d just carried up four flights of stairs together, a few kitchen appliances, and the balcony furniture that came with the place.
Now you’re puttering around in the mostly empty kitchen as he sits where the dining table is going to go, laptop balanced on his legs as he looks for reasonably priced couches.
He looks up when he hears you call his name, smiling softly and shutting his laptop as you walk towards him with two gingerbread cookies on a piece of paper towel.
“Happy birthday, love,” you say, sitting cross-legged in front of him. “I’m sorry we can’t have a party this year–”
“It’s alright,” he dismisses softly, taking a cookie from your little pile. “This is perfect.”
You relax a little, your shoulders seeming less tense at his assurance. “We have our fun, don’t we?” You grin, shuffling over to his side as you both bite into the cookies. “You know, we still haven’t opened that wine your mom gave us.”
“Or the ones Kuroo gave us,” he adds thoughtfully.
Two bottles in sees the two of you warm and drunk and giggly, music playing from his phone speaker, stepping on each other’s toes as you attempt some lazy form of living room dancing, Akaashi slowly twirling you around the empty space, just to pull you back into his arms.
Opening up the third bottle sees you both huddled outside on the balcony, kept warm by the thick quilt you’re sharing and the soft lick of heat of the malbec sipped from chipped blue mugs.
You’re watching the light snowfall in awe, enamoured by the way the fluffy snowflakes whirl delicately in the breeze, powdering the ground below.
It’s beautiful, he knows, but he’s watching you. He’s fixated on the little droplets of melted snow clinging to your lashes, the sparkle in your eyes from the city lights, the warmth that fills his chest as he thinks, oh. This is what Hemingway was writing about.
On the day Akaashi turns 23, he knows that he’s going to marry you someday.
On this birthday, Akaashi’s stirred from his slumber by the soft rays of wintry sunlight filtering through the curtains, the scent of pancakes wafting through the air, and the soft pat of a small hand on his cheek.
He peeks one eye open to see his three year-old daughter’s face almost nose-to-nose with his, giggling when he presses a light kiss to her palm. “Good morning.”
“Morning daddy,” she whispers, leaning in to nudge her little nose against his, making him grin. “We’re making birthday breakfast. Pancakes– no chocolate chips.”
“Is that so?” he hums, now fully awake. “Were you helping your mom?”
She nods enthusiastically, dark pigtails bouncing atop her head. “So was Heminway!”
“Hem-ing-way” Akaashi corrects, slipping on last night’s discarded t-shirt and chuckling at the mention of the little Jack Russell Terrier pup the three of you had recently adopted. “And you weren’t just using him to steal bacon again?”
“No,” she says, her denial accompanied by a tone and expression far too serious for a three year-old (that everyone insists she gets from him). One that tells you both that she’s lying.
But Akaashi lets her believe she’s getting away with it, like always, simply hauling himself out of bed and scooping her up into his arms, peppering light kisses all over her face just to hear her giggle again.
“Are you looking forward to seeing Uncle Bo today?” He asks, knowing full well what her answer will be, considering her current favourite plush is the plump little owl from her godfather.
It’s an excited cheer, accompanied by some fast, near-incomprehensible babbling that he nods to, letting her hang onto his neck as he carries her down the stairs and towards the kitchen.
“Don’t give me those eyes,” he hears you say sternly, turning the corner to see you pointing a spatula at the dog. “These pancakes are for Keiji.”
He sits your daughter on the counter, one hand keeping her steady, the other reaching out to grasp the back of your head, pulling you in to press a kiss between your furrowed brows. It saves the dog from your wrath, letting him scurry away.
“Good morning, love,” he murmurs, trailing soft kisses down the bridge of your nose until he lands on your lips. You murmur a greeting against his mouth, soft, sweet, and tasting of fresh coffee.
The sound of your front door rattling open pulls the two of you apart, a shout of, ‘hey, hey, hey!’ ringing through the house.
“He’s early,” you chuckle as Akaashi helps your daughter down from the counter, she and Hemingway running for the front door to greet your guest.
“Which means he’s going to be hungry,” Akaashi points out, gaze flicking to the small buffet of pancakes, bacon, and chopped fruit you’d already laid out. “I’ll start the eggs.”
“Akaashi! Happy birthday!” Bokuto enters the kitchen with your daughter hanging off one shoulder and the dog following closely at his heels. His friend throws an arm around his shoulders, ruffling his hair as he presses a quick kiss to your cheek, studying the pancakes you have cooking on the stove. “Awe, no chocolate chips?”
“They’re banana pancakes, Kou,” you tell him, and in turn, tell your equally pouty daughter. “They’re Keiji’s favourite, and it’s his birthday.”
Banana pancakes are his favourite, you know him so well. They’re simple. No-nonsense. Classic.
He’s never needed a huge party on his birthday. It’s the simple things with the right, he’s realized over the years, that truly make December 5th special. It’s his best friend and his daughter laughing, sneaking chocolate chips into batter. It’s the worn book that still sits on the bookshelf, and the dog named after its author.
You lightly grip his jaw, pressing a quick kiss to his cheek and reminding him that, most importantly, it’s first kisses, falling in love, and living room dancing with the one person who matters most.
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Akaashi Keiji - Happy Birthday!
cw: fluff! :3 gn! reader
a.n: for my sweet husband, keiji. happy birthday, love.
It had been a couple of months since Keiji had been consumed with this amount of work. Even after clocking out at the office he spent countless hours at home working on editing the manga pieces his boss gave him. Working so much that you hardly ever saw him leave his home office.. but today you had to change that.
This morning you woke up earlier to make breakfast, which he ate as usual. Giving him your daily kiss on the cheek before he left for work, but letting your lips linger on his delicate skin a few seconds longer than usual. It seemed like he didn’t notice, but he did. Your smile was wider than normal, making him think you were happy that he managed to finish the huge breakfast you made for him. But he didn’t have time to question anything of it.
After work he came home at his usual time, but this time he didn’t go into his office. As soon as he walked in he saw you. Standing in the doorway with a huge gift bag in hand a silly birthday hat on. “Happy Birthday!”
Your smile was so wide that the corner of your eyes crinkled just the way he loved. His lips tugged upwards to match the same smile you gave him. Instead of a regular ‘thank you’ he dropped his work bag on the floor and wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling your body close to his… your faces centimeters away from each other. “I completely forgot it was today…”
A small giggle left your lips as you brought your hands up to cup his cheeks - the gift bag swinging around your fingers. “I know, Kei… I’m so proud of you for getting your work done on time, but today is your rest day okay?” His own hands slid up to cover yours, removing them from his face and kissing your knuckles until he got to your ring finger - kissing the wedding ring he gave you last year.
“You take care of me too much, thank you.”
“Of course, now let’s enjoy our free night.” Your fingers intertwined with his, tugging him to the kitchen where a birthday cake was set in the middle. The icing was lopsided, and it was silly to see rainbow sprinkles around the edges of it, all clues pointing to a homemade cake by you. “Sit sit sit, Kei… Do you like it?”
He sat down in the chair directly in front of the cake, pressing his lips together into a fine line before giving you his close-eyed smile. “I love it, thank you.” You clapped the tips of your fingers together like a high schooler, smiling as you grabbed the lighter to light the candles in front of him. Leaning down to press a kiss on his pink lips and pulling away to kiss his forehead.
“Happy Birthday, Keiji, I love you.”
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REACTING TO YOU SAYING IT’S TOO BIG.
# headcanons. 879 words.
# warnings. dacryphilia, degradation, afab reader, praise, daddy kink, slight brat taming and size kink.
# contains. mean akaashi, tendou, atsumu and kuroo—repost.
he tries to be mindful of you, he really does.
but as soon as he hears you say that, it sparks something he didn’t even know was in him.
all he wants to do is fuck you even harder
and make you let out even more of those pretty moans.
Akaashi can’t find it in himself to even try and stop the groan that pushes past his lips at those words, his hips still and he can feel every inch of your tight little pussy clamping down on him. “Fuckk-”
His chest heaves with sharp breaths and a light sheen of sweat covers his chest, while his hands are rubbing soothing circles against your hips before he’s easing himself into you once more.
Softly mumbling praises against your skin and admiring the tears that rolled down your flushed cheeks, “You can take it, princess. I know you can.. just relax, let me take care of you- ah- wanna see you cum all over my cock.”
he thinks it’s adorable that you’d say it, really.
if he was enjoying himself earlier well now it was on a completely different level.
his eyes darken with lust, and you can feel his grip on you tighten.
the urge to fuck you stupid growing even stronger.
Tendou merely chuckles at the state you’re in underneath him, already a drooling mess with only half of his cock buried inside of you. “Stop squirmin’, pretty girl.”
You think he’s being nice and giving you the chance to get used to his size as he pulls out of you at a painfully slow pace, only for him to suddenly slam back into you and force the rest of his length into your pretty little cunt. ￼
He basks in the warmth of your welcoming walls, before looking down and smirking as he notices the mess you made all over his pelvis. “Look at you, bunny. Taking my cock so well, hm. Cumming jus’ from that? Didn’t even bother asking me for permission.. tsk, we’ll have to fix that, won’t we?”
the smug smirk on his face only intensifies at the words.
any self-control he has instantly snaps.
he ends up even more of a tease afterwards.
and now all he wants to do is to make you beg for him—for more.
Atsumu is extremely patronizing, constantly cooing and teasing you as soon as he hears your admittance. “Too much? ‘S too much for ya already, doll?”
It doesn’t take long for him to shove your tear stricken face back into your sheets while he fucks you onto his cock, loving the way your thighs quivered at even the slightest stimulation.
And there isn’t even a slight sliver of hesitation in his movements as he thrusts into you at an animalistic pace, balls slapping against your ass while his hands fumbling to press against your tummy, “Thought ya said it was too much for ya, hm? So why ‘s yer greedy little cunt suckin’ me in so deep, angel?”
to him, you’re being a brat.
all you had to do was be a good girl for him.
he wasn’t asking for your opinion on anything, and now you’d talked back.
his cocky expression stays in view while his movements and words grow harsher.
Kuroo smirks down at you, the words doing nothing but stroking his ego. He watches you sniffle and writhe underneath him sadistically, loving the way you whined at the mere stretch. ￼
“You begged for this, kitten—begged for daddy to fuck you like this..” His rough hands grip your jaw, bringing your glossy eyes over to him as his thumb runs over your bottom lip. ￼
You know what he wants you to do, and you can’t stop yourself from doing exactly that as you parted your lips and stuck out your tongue humming at the feeling of his spit in your mouth and seeping down your throat.
“Good girl.” He grunts out.
“Now, shut up and fucking take it. I don’t want to hear another word out of you unless you’re screaming my fuckin’ name.”
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⤷ oikawa, akaashi, kenma, iwaizumi; [gn!reader]
warnings/genre: fluff, pda (iwaizumi + kenma), oiks and the reader are in the shower together but it’s not sexual, mentions of jealousy in iwa’s
notes: please reblog !! i’ll pinky promise to give u my first born <3 /j
call him pretty boy. call him pretty boy. call-
he’s really easy to fluster tbh he just won’t admit it
1000/10 v cute when he’s flustered
“baby?” he hums, stepping into the living room, where you’re currently sitting. your eyes don’t leave the tv screen, though you’re listening to him nonetheless.
“yeah?” you respond, eventually looking over to him. a towel hangs around his hips, his hair dripping, and a bottle of his shampoo in one hand.
“you- uhm,” it’s now that you notice the blush coating his cheeks, turning the tips of his ears pink. “do you wanna wash my hair?”
it takes a moment for you to understand. earlier, he’d mentioned the long day he’d had, and you assumed that’s why he disappeared to the bathroom to shower. you were right... partially, anyway.
you smile. “yeah, i’ll be there in a minute.”
it didn’t take long before you were stepping into the shower behind him, letting him press a quick kiss the the place between your eyebrows, losing your hands in his wet hair.
he sighs as he leans into you and rests his forehead into the crook of your neck. you can feel his breath against your skin, the ghost of his lips.
“what, do you like that?” a bubbly laugh escapes you.
oikawa doesn’t answer, he just hums as you continue you run your nails through his hair. when you get out, you’ll assume the red coating his face is from the heat of the water... you’ll be wrong.
he’s so soft !! (and easy to fluster)
it’s easier to fluster him in public but it’s so much more fun to do it in private, you’ll get more of a reaction
as opposed to the “akaashi.exe has stopped working” you’ll get in public
“do you know where my—” akaashi didn’t finish the sentence. he had his answer now, emerging from your shared bedroom and his eyes landing on his sweatpants.
the sweatpants that you were wearing.
“hm?” you asked innocently, momentarily unaware of why he was staring at you. “oh, i can take them off if you want. they just looked comfy.”
“no!” akaashi said all too quickly, and then again quieter. “no, you can leave them on. i have a different pair somewhere.”
you just stared at him for a while, trying to make sense of the look on his face. for a moment, you thought that he was anxious or... maybe embarrassed? you couldn’t quite tell.
what you were sure of, however, was that his face was dusted pink all the way to the tips of his ears, and he was playing with his fingers.
he was about to disappear back into the bedroom when you spoke again.
“is everything alright?”
he cleared his throat as his eyes darted to the ground. “yeah, i’m okay. i’m alright.”
if you try to fluster him it won’t work, it’s honestly just random, seemingly insignificant things that make him malfunction
tbh though you can just kiss him and he short circuits </3
also pda,, any small amount of pda,,
“y/n!” iwaizumi called, maneuvering through the crowd of people. it always got like this after games.
despite not being able to see him, you could hear the smile on his face. a similar expression crossed your face as he finally reached you. his hand found the small of your back and he pulled you towards him, staring directly at the random guy that had decided to start flirting with you.
“hi, i’m iwaizumi.” he said, giving a tense smile and holding out his hand.
the stranger introduces himself as well and moves to shake your boyfriend’s hand. you watched iwaizumi’s knuckles turn white with how hard he gripped the other guy’s hand.
its a rare occasion that iwaizumi gets jealous. nevertheless, it’s almost heartbreaking after the fact; he gets insecure and cuddly, giving you a pitiful look that you wouldn’t be able to find in any other situation.
you grab his hand, causing him to look over at your beaming face. a blush begins to creep across his face, but that’s not what does him in.
“he’s actually my boyfriend.” you say, still smiling, like he’s the best thing that ever happened to you.
there might have been more to the conversation — iwaizumi’s not sure, he’s still processing what just happened. the smile on your face is imprinted in his mind by now, but he doesn’t have any complaints about that.
the guy makes up a quick excuse and leaves, giving you an opening to press a quick kiss to iwaizumi’s cheek and begin pulling him away.
pls kiss him while he’s streaming
or really just do anything affectionate while he’s on stream
words cannot describe the pride the fills his chest when his chat explodes with compliments about you, saying how lucky he is
from the next room, you could hear kenma talking and the loud clicks of his keyboard. what you failed to notice was the time; you assumed he was talking to his friends, not streaming.
you knocked lightly on the door, walking on in before he could even answer. he took his headset off on one side and his eyes flicker over to you. a smile crosses his face.
“i’m almost done,” he says. “i cant really pause right now.”
“that’s fine, just missed you.”
you make your way over to him, wrapping your arms around him and setting your chin atop his head. you move to press a kiss to his temple, then glance at his screen. it’s then that you notice that he was not, in fact, just talking to his friends.
you feel your face heat up. quickly, you step out of view of the camera and almost begin to apologize. the laugh that escapes kenma is what stops you.
“i’ll be done soon, promise.” he says, and there’s no denying the blush on his face. kenma looks back over to his computer screen, seeing the comments flood it.
‘wait was that y/n!!!!?!!??!’
‘STFU THEY’RE SO PRETTY??’
‘if he treats them wrong i’m right here </3’
needless to say, “i want someone to look at me like kodzuken looks at y/n” became a popular template for a while.
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℗ poker face
starring - miya atsumu | miya osamu | kozume kenma | kuroo tetsurō | bokuto kotarou | akaashi keiji | sugawara koushi | sawamura daichi | oikawa toorū | iwaizumi hajime | sakusa kiyoomi
summary - as an up and coming youtuber, you thought it would be beneficial to join a content house with your old childhood friend meiko, but as time went by, you realized things were not as they seemed. with only 6 months left on your contract, will your housemates finally open their eyes and see how horribly they’ve been treating you or will you leave with a heavy mind and an even heavier heart?
genre - youtuber!au, college!au, ANGST, ANGST ANGST, literally cannot warn u enough it is so much angst, tiny bit of crack, eventual fluff, eventual choose-your-man endings, enemies to lovers type beat, reverse harem
warnings - TW ATTEMPTED SEXUAL A*SAULT AND ATTEMPTED MURDER, hi yes ANGST, manipulation (not by you to the boys or the boys to you), ur faves are rlly mean at first, swearing, drinking, just everyone sucks but you & atsumu lol, minimal fluff, not soft at first (it takes a minute)
taglist - CLOSED!
status - on hiatus!
profiles 01 || profiles 02
i. lol who asked
ii. not the tyra slander
iii. a crack in the facade
iv. movie night :/
v. evidence. please.
vi. too attached
vii. not helpful
xi. come quick
xii. tell me everything
xiii. talking it out
xiv. k fuck you meiko
xv. cigarettes and tears (tw sexual assault‼️)
xvi. whenever you’re ready
xviii. but... why?
xix. try, for him
xx. alone time :)
→ missing screenshots from xx ;-;
xxi. actual murder
xxii. a boy worth fighting for
xxiv. stfu, jesus
xxv. insecurities :(
xxvi. a gift, truly
xxvii. did a number on you,,
xxviii. the yn project
xxix. you are loved :)
xxx. literally shut up iwaizumi
xxxi. walk for me, serve
xxxii. god speed your love to me
xxxiii. ‘bunched panties’
xxxiv. take care of yourself, iwaizumi-san
xxxv. so... this is it
xxxvi. brand new manager-chan
xxxvii. investigation: start!
xxxviii. whatever it takes
xxxix. she’ll be okay
xl. get in losers, we’re going shopping
xlii. be better
xliii. what you deserve
xliv. ok, go off queen
xlvi. can we talk?
xlvii. lemme see the drip
xlix. the least he could do
l. let me be here for you
li. the doctor and the asshole
lii. change for the better
liii. that’s a lil sus
liv. limo karaoke
lv. one way or another
lvi. stress pets
lviii. it’s over
lix. not like this
lx. i’ll be just fine
miya atsumu - me and my husband
kozume kenma - home
bonus content! below the cut :)
what everyone does (like their content lol)
official room aesthetics!! (also by me ahaha)
much better floor plans lmfao (by @/vixisti)
kenma dripped down (by @/anythingremotelynice)
finished bokuto!!! (by @/tadaimari)
wind nonnie’s love letter to yn <3
memorableminds meme dumps one & two
rated e’s fanart baddie fit & swimsuit
hehe funny meme submission (by @/anarchybaby)
meme dump!! (by @/justanother2dsimp)
tsumu’s dinner fit (by @/peachiikichu)
tsumu lookin FINE (by @/anythingremotelynice)
masc poker face fits by @/halethemenace one
the boys’ dinner fits (by @/moooonyyy)
kuroo’s beach fit (by @/aozorasannn)
hehe meme dump!!! (by @/sakusasonlywife)
omi’s dinner fit (by @/tsukkiholicc)
bo && yn (by @/a-mi-nion)
kenma’s beach fit (by @/chocolatiernerd)
tsumu cleaning mc’s wounds (by @/kiwibirbs-library)
sakusa cleaning mc’s wounds (by @/anythingremotelynice)
sakusa & mc drabble (by chai anon ((SO GOOD)))
cherry wine cover (by @/toshis-switch)
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your anime husband likes to lay in between your breasts after a long day, legs in between yours, low hums of appreciation slipping past his lips because you’re so plush, so soft all over and he loves you so much. and after a while, he kisses you (sweet, passionate, love filled) and runs his hand down your tummy, to your cunt — rubbing slow, tight circles on your clit. your cornflower blue panties are forgotten because he gets a little impatient and he’s going downtown — eyes lust blown, holding all the love in the universe — and as he eats you out he says (breathy, slightly cocky because he’s lost in the pleasure): i love you so much, angel, he kisses your clit, draws imaginary hearts with his thumb on your hip, can’t imagine a world without you.
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akaashi keiji thinks it's a mistake when his stepsister sends him an explicit photo. it only takes a few days to prove that false.
pairing: stepbrother!akaashi x fem!reader, 3.7K, nsfw pwp, 18+ mdni
warnings: stepcest, masturbation (male, female), video recording, soft dom akaashi, blackmail, use of the word "slut", use of the word "nii-chan/nii", mirror sex, multiple orgasms, creampie, overstimulation, slight praise kink
written for: the caught in 4k collab by @hornime!!
thanks to: @anime-nymph, @oneblonded, @betheydocrimewrites, and @mianavs for looking this over for me!! i am forever grateful <3
When Akaashi opens his phone, he certainly isn’t expecting the picture message you’ve sent him. You usually send him dumb memes over the course of the day, a few requests for what you want for dinner, or some bored texts from your university classes as you listen to your old professor drone on and on.
Not this time.
It’s lucky Akaashi left the library early thanks to skipping breakfast, because he nearly falls out of his chair when he sees you naked on his screen. You sit on your knees on top of pink sheets, your breasts on full display as you push them out; one of your hands cups your tit while the other rests over your black lacy panties. But best of all is your expression—lightly flushed, biting your lip, looking directly into the camera.
You’re going to be the death of him, he decides right then and there. He should delete the photo and pretend it never happened. You’re his stepsister for God’s sake—he’s known you for two years since your parents remarried, and you’ve been living in his university apartment for the past year. Something about your parents wanting you to get closer, and it made sense since you both were now attending the same university.
Akaashi really hadn’t minded since he had an extra room now that Bokuto graduated, but he didn’t realize how hard it would become as the year went on. Cute cotton shorts that barely cover your ass; walking around in a towel after your showers and lingering in shared spaces; throwing yourself over his lap as you lay on the couch with an innocent smile. The fact that you’re his stepsister doesn’t stop him from imagining pinning you down, making you sincerely apologize for every time your hand brushes over his ass or cock with a sharp, “oh sorry, Keiji-nii!”
He saves the photo to his phone before texting you back.
To your merit, you’re extremely flustered the minute you come home from university. You’d meant to send it to someone else (apparently named Moniwa, he draws out of you as he blankly stares at your shaking hands.) Moniwa’s message had been right below his and you’d clicked the wrong thread by accident.
“You should be careful. What if you’d accidentally sent it to someone who wasn’t me?” he scolds quietly, and there’s a sick thrill that runs down his spine when he sees you duck your head in embarrassment.
“M’sorry, Keiji-nii,” you pout before looking up and batting your lashes at him. “It won’t happen again.”
He doesn’t scold you any further, but he also doesn’t scold himself when he pulls up your photo that night, tugging down his sweatpants as he stares at you. Pretty nipples, coy expression, fingers looking like they are ready to plunge deep into your cunt. He hisses when he palms his hard cock, eyes focused on your covered pussy before they slip closed. He can practically hear you in his ear, whimpering Keiji-nii, Keiji-nii, touch me.
Oh, he’d touch you alright, deft fingers plunging deep into you until you beg him to stop because it’s too sensitive. Then he’d lick it all up, moaning into your cunt as you tug on his hair. He even tugs on his own locks to imitate the feeling, tongue lolling out like he’s pushing deep into your cunt and making you squeal for him. After your voice is hoarse, he wouldn’t give you any time, pushing his cock deep inside your core until you clamp down around him, pretty voice sobbing “Keiji-nii, so full!”
His cock throbs in his palm, hand moving too fast because it feels too good. His thighs tremble as he imagines you splayed out beneath him, squirming and thrashing as he fucks you. It doesn’t take long before he’s biting down on his lip to keep quiet, glasses sliding down his nose from the sweat. Akaashi gives one muffled grunt and then he’s spilling all over his hand, pretending it’s your cunt that takes him, all of him, every last drop.
When he’s finished, he cleans himself up in the bathroom and ignores your closed bedroom door as he goes back to bed.
Everything is the same as always. You send him memes, bug him to make katsudon for dinner, complain about the old geezer who gave you a low mark on your quiz. You’re as bright and pretty as ever in your little dresses, growing shorter and shorter thanks to the summer heat, and he pretends he didn’t look “Moniwa” up on social media to see who you have a crush on. You also don’t talk about the picture still sitting safely in his photo album, the one that’s been burned into his memory thanks to looking at it so often.
The apartment is quiet when he shuffles inside. His boss let him go thirty minutes early from his part-time barista job, and you’re not due back for another hour or so thanks to some group project you’re working on. He pads to his bedroom, rolling out a kink in his neck, and pauses the second he opens the door.
You’re sitting in front of his full-length mirror, legs spread wide, phone in your hand as you take a video through the mirror. Your hand trails down your stomach, legs spreading just a little bit wider as your fingers graze over your folds. It’s easy to see everything because you sit naked except for the black see-through thigh highs that squeeze into your flesh. You let out a quiet little moan, too focused on the way your fingers dance over your wet folds to notice him standing in the doorway.
It takes him longer than he’d like to get his bearings, eyes watching your chest heave as you dip your fingertip inside your folds.
“Wish this was you,” you moan. It snaps him out of his reverie, because you’re not taking the video for him but that Moniwa punk who doesn’t deserve you like your nii-chan does.
“What are you doing?”
Your eyes lock on his through the mirror and you squeal loudly, dropping the phone as you squeeze your legs together. You curl up into a ball, arms crossed over your chest, but it only gives him a better look at the swell of your ass and a peek of your cunt.
“This is my room,” he reminds you as he closes the door behind him. You glance over when he starts to pad closer, his sock-covered feet quiet on the hardwood. “I asked what you’re doing.”
“I-I… t-the lighting was better, so—”
“Sit up.” You whine and shake your head, curling into yourself even more, so Akaashi lowers his voice to a calm whisper as he repeats, “Sit up.”
Akaashi doesn’t miss the shiver that runs down your spine or the way you lick your lips before you listen to him. You straighten up, arms crossed over your chest, legs pressed together as you sit back on your heels. He leans down to grab the phone you dropped and presses the stop button on the recording before looking up at you.
“I told you to be careful.”
“I know, I’m sorry, Keiji-nii.”
Akaashi glances down at the phone again. The hardwood flashes through the camera app as he lifts it—then it shows your face in all its flushed, embarrassed glory.
“If you want to take a video so badly, I’ll help you.”
Your little intake of breath goes straight to his cock, and he shifts to alleviate some of the pressure of his tightening pants. He focuses the camera on you, both hands tight around the phone as he watches you shake through the screen.
His command is soft but firm, and you swallow, moving your arms away from your chest. Your eyes focus on him through the camera lens as your fingers begin to tweak at your nipples. Akaashi has to take a soft breath to keep from gasping when you moan, fingers rolling your hardening nubs between your fingertips. You play with your breasts for a little bit, biting your bottom lip when you knead and squeeze, and then one hand trails down your stomach to your cunt. You whimper when you touch your folds, fingers grazing over the sensitive flesh, your hips moving to feel more friction. When you part your legs for more leverage, Akaashi nearly curses. Even through the camera he can see how wet you are when you part your folds for him.
Your whine is quiet as your fingers brush over your clit, and Akaashi has to grip the phone harder to keep it slipping from his hand. His jaw clenches when you dip two of your fingertips into your cunt, slowly edging them further and further in until you’re two knuckles deep. He feels like he’s teetering with you, head rocking back and forth at the same pace as your fingers until they disappear completely into your pussy.
You throw your head back as your fingers start pumping, and it’s cute how your thumb tries to circle your clit at the same time as your quick pumps. His mouth goes dry as he stares at the sweaty column of your neck, the urge to mark all over flesh nearly too difficult to contain. But he does, lowering the camera for a better look at your wet fingers, trying to pick up the sound of your squelching pussy as you work.
“Does that feel good?” He asks quietly, and your dilated eyes snap up to him. You look so pretty with your cheeks flushed and hips grinding to meet your hand.
“Y-yes,” you whimper, leaning back on your free hand, and—
Fuck, he can see everything clearly now; see your glistening cunt, the stretch of your fingers as you drag them against your walls, your swollen clit as you rub it quickly with your thumb. Eventually you give up fingering yourself, chest heaving as you move your wet fingers directly to your clit. You bite your lip but it doesn’t stop the sounds leaving your mouth as you buck into your hand. Akaashi would laugh at how fast you’re moving to reach your orgasm if his cock wasn’t straining painfully against his pants, waiting to be pushed into that needy cunt of yours.
“Fuck,” you breathe, and Akaashi thinks he cums a little right there. It’s a cute little sound, barely audible by the camera, but he hears it loud and clear. Your entire body starts shaking and your eyes can barely stay open as you hump your fingers to get your release.
The phone slips a little in his hands when you cry out, body shuddering in as you orgasm. He can hear your harsh pants as you keep rubbing harsh circles, eyes clenched shut with your pleasure. You keep circling your clit even after your body stops shaking so much, eyes slowly opening to look at the camera. You weren’t kidding earlier about the lighting—your fingers shine in the sunlight streaming from the window when you pull them away from your wet cunt, and Akaashi can clearly see the sweat on your brow when you bite your lip one more time.
“Get on the bed.” His voice is gruff with the dryness in his throat, and you hesitate for only a moment until you do what he says.
At his quiet command, you lay down and spread your legs, and he immediately zooms in on your wet pussy. He catches the way your juices drip down your folds, the quiver of your thighs when he brushes a hand over them to spread your further. His quiet “open” is obeyed immediately and he gets the perfect vision of you wet and glistening, clenching around nothing as you whine.
Akaashi pretends he isn’t light-headed when he pulls back and stops the video, lowering the phone to look at you.
“I’m going to keep this for myself—”
“—and,” he continues like you haven’t interrupted him. “You’ll only send them to me from now on or else I’m going to release the video.”
You squirm on the bed, whimpering as you place a hand over your mouth. “Keiji-nii, no…”
“No? Do you want to send it to Moniwa?” His voice holds a dangerous edge as he sets his knee on the bed and leans over you, trailing one of his hands up your side. You’re trembling when he reaches your chin, but there’s something off about your expression that he can’t quite place.
“I looked him up,” Akaashi mumbles as he peels your hand away. With his thumb, he drags your lower lip down before pushing it inside your mouth; his cock throbs when you start to suck on it, eyes wide and hanging off his every word. “He looks just like me, doesn’t he? Is that what you wanted?” He starts to move his finger back and forth, and his eyes narrow when he notices you’re parting for him, sucking and licking his finger just like you would his cock. “For me to notice you instead of him?”
“No.” Your whine is muffled around his thumb, but Akaashi doesn’t miss the way your thighs clench and rub together slightly.
“Coming into my room and spreading yourself on my floor,” he muses as he pops his thumb from your mouth and trails it down your stomach. “Do you know what we call girls like that?” You’re heaving for breath as he runs his fingers over your upper thighs before you part them to fit his hand inside. “Do you?”
“A…” Akaashi can see the way you swallow, the way your hips slightly raise to meet his wandering fingers before you force them down. “A slut,” you answer breathlessly.
“You’re not a slut, are you?” He asks as his wet thumb brushes the upper part of your folds, and you can’t hold back your whimper when it dips inside to touch your clit.
“No,” you manage through heavy breaths, biting your bottom lip.
“Are you going to be a good girl?”
“Your good girl, Keiji-nii.”
His eyes snap up to yours and that’s when he realizes what felt off earlier. You want this. Based on the way you’re trying to hide a smile, Akaashi is even sure you planned this. You wanted him to get mad over Moniwa; you came into his room in hopes he’d walk in and find you spread and wet for him.
“That’s right,” he murmurs, surprising himself with how calm he sounds when on the inside he wants nothing more than to be inside you already. “My good girl.”
He rewards you with a roll of your clit and you sigh, spreading your legs further open for him to work with. It’s easy to sink two fingers into your cunt, and your walls squeeze down on him when he starts pumping them in and out. Even though you whine and squirm on the bed, Akaashi keeps his thrusts lazy, bending down to take a nipple into his mouth. He works the nub to hardness, sucking and licking all over, keeping the same pace as the slow circles on your clit.
When he curls his fingers you groan, head tilting back as your fingers find his hair. He almost loses his mind when you tug on his locks—it feels so much better than doing it to himself, and he picks up the pace to make you do it again. Akaashi shifts to the other side, giving your other nipple the same treatment as the previous, his fingers moving fast enough that the wet sounds of your pussy fill his ears. It doesn’t take long for you to start humping his fingers, your cute little voice whining for him.
He can sense your orgasm approaching—your walls clamp down harder; your toes start to curl into the bedding; your breathing picks up as you tug and tug on his locks with little sounds. Akaashi lifts his head to watch your face twist in pleasure, lidded eyes studying your expression as you fall apart for your nii-chan, as you squeal his name when you come undone. Your pussy sucks him in as you cum, juices gushing down his fingers as he keeps thrusting, and Akaashi doesn’t realize he’s grinding his hard cock against your thigh until you clench your thigh and push it against his bulge.
You’ve barely stopped shaking before he grabs your hips and forces you to turn. You’re on your hands and knees in a second, and his firm but gentle hand lifts your chin. You gasp when you see him in the mirror, grinding his covered cock against your wet and pulsing cunt. You try to drop your chin, embarrassment clear in the twisting of your face, but Akaashi keeps your focus on him, even as he fumbles to undo his pants. Eventually he gets it and with a few tugs, his jeans and boxers hang around his knees, and his hard cock ruts against your swollen folds.
“Eyes on me,” he demands quietly when you try to close your eyes, and they immediately snap open to watch his cockhead disappear and reappear between your thighs. “Who’s doing this to you?”
“Keiji-nii,” you whine when he accidentally bumps your swollen clit, and his body shudders at the desperation in your tone and the absolutely sinful look on your face. “Please!”
His cock slips in so easily, and he can’t contain the groan that slips from his lips when he realizes how tight you are. You clamp down around him, letting out the prettiest sigh when he bottoms out. His fingers slip into your mouth, thumb and pinky holding your chin up as he starts to thrust into you slowly. Your fingers grip the sheets as you watch him through the mirror, your tongue running over his fingertip as he picks up the pace.
He can feel your every breath like this, your every moan, vibrating into his skin and making him tremble. Akaashi wants to take it slow but he feels like he’s going insane already, each snap of his hips making a dull sound that resonates in the room. The way you moan for him and suck on his fingers is intoxicating, and he doesn’t think he’ll ever forget the way your eyes bore into his, pupils dilated and lids wet.
Your pussy squeezes him so hard that he grunts, and there’s a wicked smile on your face as he speeds up. His fingers grip you even tighter, making you choke for a moment on your gasp; it turns into a loud moan when he grips your hip and fucks you even harder.
“Keiji-nii, touch me,” you beg, and a ripple immediately goes down his spine. It sounds even better than his fantasies, and he lets go of your chin to move down to your clit.
You squeal when he touches it, quick rubs matching his quick thrusts. His bed squeaks under his forceful ruts, and your head drops down to the sheets, fingers fisting as he hits even deeper. Akaashi watches you through the mirror, watches your ass bounce with each thrust, drinking in the way you squirm as he continues to assault your clit. Another pulse of your pussy and he whines, fingertips digging into your side as his balls tighten.
The whimper of his name is muffled by the sheets, and when he looks down, he sees you staring back at him. You have the comforter between your teeth, eyes lidded, face flushed with pleasure. It’s his undoing; with a choked gasp, he shoots white and hot into your pussy, thrusts stuttering as he fucks himself through it. His fingers don’t stop rubbing your clit even though they’re trembling, and though his softened cock burns from overstimulation, he keeps thrusting.
Your pussy is so messy, juices covering his cock as he continues to rut into you until you’re crying out and burying your face in the sheets. If Akaashi hadn’t cum already, he would have right then and there; it feels like Heaven the way you grip him, the way you cream around his cock and lose yourself for your nii-chan’s eyes only.
He runs his hand all over your body, from your sweaty back to your hanging breasts, like he’s writing your body to memory from touch alone. Akaashi is careful when he pulls out and turns you over, eyes focused on the way his cum dribbles from your pulsing pussy and coats your folds and inner thighs. His shirt clings to his back, his glasses slipping down his nose until he pushes them back up.
“Have you learned your lesson?” He asks, and the way you shift from the quiet scolding makes fire burn in his veins.
“I think…” You start to say, and then you push up on your elbows.
Your kiss is light, tentative, and takes him by surprise. Your hand feels cool against his warm skin, and your hesitancy morphs into resolve when he kisses you back. It’s innocent at first, your mouth moving against his lightly, but then you tilt your head and press a little bit harder. His tongue slips into your mouth and tangles with yours, hand tightening on the back of your head as he holds you close. His cock twitches against your wet thigh when you push against him, and he falls back against the bedding, his hair splayed out all around him.
You climb over him, and he moans when your wet cunt grinds against his twitching cock. His hands move to your hips, helping you slowly rut against him until he’s half-hard and ready to sink back into your warm pussy.
“I think,” you say again, and Akaashi’s breath leaves the moment you finish with a much-too-innocent smile, “I think I need to show you what a good girl I can be, Keiji-nii.”
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Out of all the Haikyuu bois, who you think are the three who would moan the prettiest? 👀
THIS IS THE ASK IVE BEEN LOOKING FOR ANON MARRY ME RFN also forgive me but i made them five because i have many Thoughts. ALSO! i wanna do this with every haikyuu boy and what they sound like when they fuck you but idk 🤔 should i 🤔
THE BOYS WITH THE PRETTIEST MOANS
at number five we have yamaguchi tadashi, who has the sweetest moans ever. they’re more of whimpers and whines, whether he’s topping or bottoming. he always sounds so desperate, so needy, panting and whining and gasping out broken, choked sobs and moans. he’ll be shuddering against you, his hair, now longer, lightly obstructing his view, cheeks flushed and the stars of freckles highlighted. the more he loses himself in the moment, the louder he is. you can hear just how much he wants you from the sounds he makes. it’s just so cute.
for number four we have sakusa kiyoomi. can’t convince me omi wouldn’t sound gorgeous, and look gorgeous, when your face is buried in his lap and your mouth is stuffed with his cock, or when he’s buried inside of you, or if he’s bottoming for you and you’re filling him up so good. he always tries to muffle his sounds, but it only makes it a thousand times more arousing, feeling as he buries his face in the crook of your neck and moans against your skin or throwing his head back and groaning as quietly as he can. it’s a lot of deep gasps and groans, and it’s so encouraging when he stops trying to hold back.
number three belongs to pretty boy suna rintarō. when suna really gets into it, he is very vocal, whether with just sounds or words too, but whatever it is, he sounds so pretty. it’s even better when his words dissolve into moans or gasps, like, “take me so well don’t you— oh, oh fuck.” when it’s really heated he gasps and whines a lot, and it’s so delicious hearing him chant curses and your name as his chest heaves. like i said, lots of words and moans mixed. things like, “mmph, fuck,” and a gasping, “yes, bunny, like that.” suna’s moans are always very low and deep, and he loves whispering it directly by your ear if he can, just cause he loves the way you shiver and moan for him.
number two, of course, goes to akaashi keiji. like tadashi, he whimpers a lot, but my god is it beautiful. he’s mostly quiet during sex, unless the occasion calls for a lot of dirty talk or something, but he’s very vocal moans wise. lots of broken moans and endless gasps and panting, interrupted by his wet kisses along your skin. he sighs a lot too, especially at the start, if you’re sucking his cock and just kissing, licking and sucking at the tip, or when he first sinks into you, or you into him. his breathing starts to get really erratic as things speed up, and that’s when he starts to let loose with all his moans. throws his head back or buries his face and is really loud against your skin. like it’s so embarrassingly hot.
and obviously, obviously, oikawa tōru places at number one. who else? he’s so shameless about it too. his mouth will fall open as you’re sucking his cock and he’ll gasp and moan, and it’s throaty and loud and a little high pitched. or he’ll grit his teeth and moan and whine, and he’ll repeatedly mutter, “fuck, fuck, fuck,” as he bucks up into you and arches his back slightly. or if he’s fucking you, or you’re fucking him, there’s a lot of gasping and deep groans and desperate, pretty pants. even if he’s just masturbating, he’ll be fucking up into his fist, his hips raised slightly, finger’s knuckle between his teeth and hair messy, moaning so deeply and needy. and i just know he looks so pretty too!!! eyes fluttering shut and mouth falling open when he cums, shuddering and trembling as he hums delightfully when his hips settle —
as always, HONORARY MENTIONS; semi eita, miya atsumu, and terushima yuuji
there’s definitely more to this, and more to boys that don’t just sound pretty but are just delicious to listen to in general pls i just want to hear them pls 🤲🏼
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imagine both bokuto and akaashi are bisexuals and they’re dating, y/n is the msby assistant and as akaashi always goes to the team’s practices and matches when he gets a day off, both bokuaka has a crush on y/n which is mutual then they all decided to have a little fun/threesome after msby winning a game
BITCH LISTEN . I’VE BEEN THINKING ABOUT A BOKUAKA X READER ANGST TO FLUFF TO LOVERS SOULMATE AU FOR THE LONGEST TIME BUT THIS ONE? CHEF’S KISS <33
☀︎ MINORS DNI 18+ ONLY — threesome (with mxm action cause duh bokuaka are bfs, bottom&subby bo, top&dom keiji), oral (f and m receiving), no explicit butt stuff soz, appreciating bo’s thighs, riding, nipple play, praise, creampie, cumplay, cum eating (sue me???) (its my longest drabble i got carried away my bad)
bokuto can’t decide what’s better—winning a crucial game of the season or watching you and his boyfriend moan into each other’s mouth as the pair of you suck and slurp away at his cock.
bokuto’s crush on you wasn’t a surprise nor a secret but learning about akaashi’s feelings was definitely something that made your eyes go wide. he ended up liking you for the same reasons his boyfriend liked you, you’re caring and patient—something that bokuto needed and something that akaashi knew quite well.
bokuto would sometimes moan your name whilst getting fucked by akaashi, and to his surprise it would even increase his own arousal, causing him to fuck bokuto harder.
both of them like you very much, which is why it’s a no brainer that the heated glances, lingering touches, and words with hidden meanings have finally landed where you are today—naked and kneeling on the floor beside akaashi.
“it’s your prize for spiking the match point ball,” akaashi says before he sucks bokuto’s length into his mouth, making the bigger man groan in pleasure and throw his head back.
you watch with keen interest at how akaashi’s lips stretch around his boyfriend’s cock. he’s showing you how his boyfriend likes it—messy and loud. you’re a whimpering mess, thighs rubbing together as your pussy throbs at the two lovers enjoying each other.
having mercy on you, akaashi takes your hand and guides it to bokuto’s balls, silently telling you to fondle and play with it. your hand squeezes his heavy sack, earning a loud moan from bokuto, and you whine as more slick gushes from your pussy.
“fuuuuck, that feels so good, ‘kaashi,” the bigger man whines, squeezing the sheets as his abs clench. his legs are spread wide, accommodating the two bodies between his legs. you marvel at his thick thighs—you’ve always admired them from a far, but now you’re given the opportunity to appreciate them fully.
you nibble the sensitive skin, making him and involuntarily thrust into akaashi’s mouth. you giggle at his reaction, planting a kiss on the red mark.
akaashi moans before pulling away abruptly, making bokuto whine and pout at the loss of stimulation. that's probably your cue.
bokuto gasps, moaning as you replace akaashi’s position, loudly slurping and licking along his veiny shaft. akaashi squeezes beside you and quickly mirrors your actions.
it’s so lewd and messy. both of you pleasuring bokuto at the same time, saliva and spittle dribbling down his length. akaashi tugs your head towards him with bokuto’s cockhead in the middle and he starts sloppily kissing you, lips smacking against each other’s as your tongues swipe across the reddened and sensitive tip.
you’re met with a blushing bokuto who’s watching his crush and his boyfriend make out all over his dick. akaashi decides to get on with the real prize, pulling you both away from bokuto.
he pays no mind to his whining and pouting boyfriend, maneuvering your body so you’re up on the bed and hovering over the owlish’s man’s thick thighs.
you brace yourself on bokuto’s shoulders, wet pussy aligned with his dick as akaashi guides your hips down his length.
you can’t control the loud squeal erupting out of your throat as the fat cock stretches your walls. bokuto curses, teeth biting his lip so hard to stop himself from thrusting up in you.
“he’s really big, isn’t he? bet he feels so good inside your pussy.”
akaashi whispers in your ear, watching his boyfriend’s glossy golden eyes slowly go blank as you sink down on his cock.
“play with his nipples, doll. he likes that,” the younger man orders as he watches your hands go down from bokuto’s shoulders to his nipples. your nimble fingers rub the dusky and hardened peaks, making him throw his head back.
he moans your name, rolling his hips when your thighs hit his lap. it’s a snug fit; your walls are naturally wetter and hotter, causing bokuto to quickly hold your waist as he immediately bounces your pliant body on his cock.
“fuuuuck, always wanted to know how your pussy feels like, baby.”
you moan at his admission, twisting his nipples while akaashi kisses a trail up your neck as he murmurs praises in your ear.
you’re taking my boyfriend so well, doll.
we’ve wanted you for the longest time.
it’s futile, trying to stop your orgasm. because with the way bokuto’s cock is splitting you open and akaashi’s teasing words, you’re a goner.
“baby, fuck! ‘m gonna cum!” bokuto cries, his voice increasing in pitch as he nears his orgasm, his thick thighs loudly smacking against yours.
akaashi’s hand finds your clit, his slender fingers furiously rubbing circles on your bud, causing you to choke out a whine.
you and bokuto cum at the same time, loud cries filling the room as your bodies shudder. thick and hot spurts of cum warms your insides, and because bokuto cums a lot, rivulets of your combined juices dribble down his cock, staining his balls and thighs in white.
akaashi gives you a few moments to settle down before he lifts you off of bokuto’s lap, promptly adjusting your trembling body on all fours as the bigger man rolls out of the way before joining akaashi on the floor.
the two boyfriends take hold of one thigh before spreading them and diving for your dripping pussy at the same time.
you fist the sheets as moans and loud squelches fill the room, wet smacking of lips as the two mirror what happened earlier.
akaashi licks a stripe along your messy slit, catching yours and his boyfriend’s cum on his tongue before he sloppily kisses bokuto, making the older man moan as the combined flavor of your juices and akaashi’s tongue spread through his mouth.
they loudly make out for awhile before they pull away, a thick string of spit connecting their lips before bokuto licks it off.
they each take a handful of your ass cheek, kissing the soft and supple skin before akaashi says something that makes your belly flutter in anticipation.
“maybe next time we’ll both properly reduce you into a whimpering mess.”
next time, you definitely like the sound of that.
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they see you wearing a men’s sized sweater and think you’re cheating on them | 2
characters: akaashi, kageyama, oikawa
request: can you do the "they see you wearing a men's sweater and think ur cheating" with kageyama, oikawa, and akaashi? thank you!
warnings: pouty boys, a tiny bit of suggestive things
notes: i’m glad people like these!! i wasn’t sure how people would feel lol
part one | part two
i feel like he’s one of the calmer, smarter boys––
he’d be picking you up to go have a picnic or something
and as soon as he opens the door, there’s a small smile on his face and he’s just thinking about how pretty you look, as always
but the smile slowly slides off as he looks at your outfit, tilting his head and raising a brow, particularly at your sweater
you’d be too busy getting your things together to notice, realizing you left your keys or something in your room
you excuse yourself and he absentmindedly lets you go
he’d be scratching his head, eyes glued to the floor as he tried to piece his thoughts together
it felt like forever but in reality it was like less than a minute
that’s not my sweater, is it y/n’s? it’s so big, is it someone else’s? why would y/n wear someone else’s sweater on our date?
by the time you make it back, you have to snap him out of his thoughts
you smile up at him, holding his hand. “you ready to go?”
he has a serious look on his face. “yeah i––just.” he looks up at you. “you look really nice,” he takes your hand and presses a kiss to the back of it.
you feel your cheeks heat up from his touch and his gaze and you smile. “thank you keiji, you look good too.”
he keeps your hand in his, hesitating to speak at first. “when did you get that sweater?”
you bit your lip in thought, trying to remember when it was that you got it exactly and he felt his cheeks redden at how cute you looked. “a couple weeks ago, i think?”
he frowned. “hm.”
you look at him questioningly and he continues.
“at the store, right?”
you laugh, confused. “yes at the store, where else would i have gotten it?”
he sighs, relieved. “right, that’s what i thought.” he presses a kiss to your forehead, ignoring your curious gaze. “okay, let’s go baby.”
this poor boy sdjfhdk
he’d be sipping his milk, minding his business after practice, waiting to meet you outside the gym before heading home
you do this often, since you’re always near the gym anyway
it’s a nice way for you to spend more time together after a long day
when he sees you, he can feel the tension literally leaving his body, but then he blinks and his eyes widen when he notices what you’re wearing
and he tenses back up all over again
you can practically see the question mark and exclamation point shooting from his head as he stares at you in confusion
you walk up to him, a smile on your face
“ready to go home?”
he stutters for a bit, looking between you and the sweater
you tilt your head questioningly, “hm?”
he throws the empty bottle in the trash and swallows nervously. “um,” he tugs at the sleeve of your sweater, almost glaring at the fabric. “what’s this.” his question is more of a statement or an accusation more than anything.
he looks back up at you, deadpanned. “yeah i got that.” his face softens a bit but not the way you like, this time it’s almost, insecure? “but––where did you um, get it from?”
“the store...? i told you i went shopping the other day when you were at practice, babe.”
“oh...” he looks to the side then back at you, a new fire in his eyes. “well why would you get it in such a big size?! you’re practically drowning in it!”
“what’s the big deal? it’s like the same size as yours––”
“cause i thought it was someone else’s!”
you pause and soften at his vulnerability. “aww tobio, i’d never do that to you. you know you’re the only one for me.” you press a kiss to his cheek and he immediately blushes, still flustered around you even after months of being together.
“what–you! you can’t do that!”
you just laugh, “of course i can.” you give him another kiss, this time on his lips, and he really malfunctions. you take his hand and start to walk in the direction of your home, “come on, let’s go.” you turn your head back to look at him, a teasing look in your eyes. “when we get home i can really show you you’re the only one for me.”
you already know this boy is the absolute most
so let’s say he’d gone to shower and while he was in there, you’d gotten cold and put on that new sweater you hadn’t worn yet––it was really warm and comfy so why not, right?
he comes out of the shower a while later, a towel wrapped around his waist, a blindingly bright smile on his face as he poses for you, one hand drying his hair with another towel
“take a good look and feast your eyes on my beauty, y/n-chan!”
he keeps his eyes closed, arrogant as ever as he literally flexes in front of you but you honestly can’t be bothered to look (at least not for that long, you don’t want to feed his enormous ego)
plus he does this like every day so you’re used to it
he goes to get dressed, barely looking up as he hums to himself
it’s only when he’s pulling his sweats up that he looks over to you and gasps noticing what you’re wearing
you look up at the almost offended noise, “what’s wrong?”
“i didn’t know that i was going to walk out of my shower only to be betrayed!!!” you look up at him so confused, literally looking around to find an answer to whatever it is he’s saying. “i’ve only been gone twenty minutes, y/n!”
“baby what?” you see him soften at the name for a split second before he snaps out of it.
“no!” he crosses his arms and looks to the side, nose raised in the air. “you don’t get to call me that anymore.”
you frown, putting your phone down. “and why not?”
he doesn’t answer your question or look at you, but he points a finger in your direction, dragging it up and down. “i don’t like this one bit.” he starts muttering to himself, “it honestly looks horrendous so at least i have better sense of style than whoever it is.”
“you don’t like my sweater? i think it’s cute.” you look down at the warm material and oikawa flips his head back to you so fast, his neck almost breaks.
“no! of course i don’t like the sweater! why would i?”
“hey!–” you look up at him and pause. he’s acting out but you can see it from the unshed tears building in his eyes that he’s actually hurt by whatever it is that’s going on.
you get off the bed and walk up to him, pouting when he turns his head away from you. you place your hands on his cheeks and that’s when he finally breaks, a quiet sob escaping him as the tears fall down and wet your fingertips. your quick to wipe them away, feeling a part of you break inside. “tooru, what’s wrong? talk to me, please?”
he looks down at you and bites his lip to control himself. “you––” he looks down at the sweater and that only seems to upset him further. “have i lost you, y/n-chan?”
you tilt his head up gently to make him look into your eyes again. “of course you haven’t lost me...why would you think that?”
“the sweater...” he mumbles.
you breathe out a laugh in disbelief. “tooru, if you want me to wear you sweaters just say that.” you pull away and immediately pull off the sweater, grabbing one of his and slipping it over your head.
his mouth drops open almost in relief, “but––what about that one–”
you wave him off, “i’ll just wear it tomorrow or something.”
his jaw clenches and you furrow your brows in confusion. “well i did buy it, tooru. i’m gonna have to wear it eventually––”
his eyes widen, his glassy eyes brightening immediately. he pulls you into his chest quickly, making you yelp as he holds you in a crushing hug. you lean into his touch, albeit confused.
he burrows his face into the crook of your neck, sniffling loudly. “so you’re not cheating on me!”
your eyes widen. “what?!”
he tenses and pulls away to look at you sheepishly, a smile on his face as he scratches behind his head. “i uh––might have thought you were wearing someone else’s sweater?”
you paused, looking at him blankly, only increasing his anxiety. “i’m dating the world’s biggest idiot.”
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Haikyuu Fic Recs
These are for tumblr fics not ao3 like my other ones
Remember to send the authors love :p
Suna x reader, established relationship, magical au, he’s a werewolf in this ;) link
Seijoh x reader, platonic, kinda sad, if you’ve been on my page for a bit you’ll know I’ve been looking for this one for a long time till someone found it for me (thanks again markleepooh ily) link
Sakusa x reader, one bed trope, quick oneshot, ending is so sweet, link
Demon Sakusa x Angel reader, enemies to lovers, well if i’m being honest it’s still enemies but more towards the end a huge bomb is dropped and you’re like “😮” link
Akaashi x reader, friends to lovers, reader is soooo oblivious poor akaashi, link
Oikawa x reader, strangers to friends to lovers, oikawa is kinda a playboy in this one, he wants the reader sooo badly it’s very entertaining, link
Suna x reader, tattoo parlor au, oneshot, suna calls us “bunny” and “baby” and when i tell you i almost combusted 😵💫 link
Atsumu, Kita, Osamu, and Suna x reader, this is a headcanon/scenario type post, when reader gets out of a majorly surgery and how they react, link
Tsukishima, Kuroo, and Kageyama x reader, scenario/headcanon post, them defending reader from jealous girls, lin￼k
Tanaka, Tsukishima, and Bokuto x reader, scenario/headcanon, them defending you from your asshole ex, this was was just ;) link
Akaashi, Kuroo, Iwaizumi, and Atsumu x reader, just like the one above, they are defending you from your asshole ex, link
Atsumu x reader, strangers to lovers, reader is atsumus doctor, link
Ushijima x reader, established relationship, oneshot and so so so cute, link
Atsumu x reader, angst angst angst, part 2 is still on hiatus :( link
Oikawa x reader, established relationship, mafia oikawa 👀, reader gets hurt and he gets protective :D link
Ushijima x reader, strangers to friends to lovers, ushijma gets so protective in this one omg, link
Suna x reader, apocalypse au, friends with benefits to lovers, when i tell you i got so emotional reading this fanfic, i went from happiness to full on rage, the moment when reader found out you know who (not saying who for the sake of spoilers) did you know what, i was ranting with full on rage to myself in my room, 100% recommend, link
Bokuto x reader, enemies to lovers, boxer au ;)))))), this one was so good, i’ve always seen bokuto as the nice guy and not mean at all (unless he’s protecting reader) so it was really cool to see him written differently, link
Goshiki x reader, basically him trying to impress reader the entire time, reader is shiritorizawas manager so he always tries extra hard to impress her, link
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i’m IN A HAIKYUU MOOD BABY so guess what? BED SHARING. and some pining sprinkled in for taste. *chefs kiss*
what the boys do when there’s only one bed!! — haikyuu!! edition;
someone get an ambulance for this poor boy because he is skraight up having a heart attack right now.
bed? share a bed? with you? a girl? he, a boy? and you, a girl? and this, a bed? you? girl? help him.
he immediately offers to take the floor. you argue saying that it’s just sharing a bed and you can sleep back-to-back, but he’s far too flustered.
he even criticises you for being so willing to get into bed with a man and says you should be more careful.
“Or what? You’ll jump me?” you tease. “Little virgin Kageyama suddenly knows how to approach women?”
his face turns beet red. “I-I’m still a man! And don’t call me a v-virgin!”
“You are though, right?”
he almost says ‘yes’ but he shakes his head and squeaks out, “That’s besides the point!”
he ends up trying to sleep on the floor, but he can’t manage it. he tosses and turns so much you can’t even get some shut-eye.
“Kageyama,” you call out into the darkness. “Just get in already, I’m tired. You are too right?”
he is, and he can no longer resist the siren’s call of soft sheets and blankets. he hesitantly slides into bed beside you, trying to leave as much space between you as possible but he’s practically falling off the mattress.
you roll your eyes and tug him closer and he yelps. your bodies are pressed flush together, he can feel every curve and contour of you, and it makes his heart beat out of control.
it’s too comfortable, and he’s far too tired. instead of arguing some more he simply gives in and falls asleep.
he wakes in the morning with you spooning him, and his body jolts awake. despite his shock, you’ve got a good grip on him and he doesn’t want to disturb you, so he stays as still as his jittery body will allow.
the feeling of you pressed against his ass... shit, he’s definitely got a hard-on right now. but what can he do?! it’s still early, you’re not getting up for another half hour!
in the end he simply lays there, eyes wide and staring at the clock as he waits for you to get up.
when you do, he feels a little disappointed at your absence— then he slaps himself mentally for thinking that.
you don’t even bring up the fact that you were spooning him the whole night, you just ask if he wants to shower first.
he leaps from the bed with utmost urgency and runs to the bathroom. his shower is ice cold to take care of the situation down there.
oh yeah. he’s been in denial about it for some time, but this has just made it clear — he’s got it for you bad.
oh boy, he’s way too shy for this. what kind of cruel god inflicted this upon him? he can’t even look at the bed.
he wants to offer it to you, but his voice no longer works. you see his eyes darting to you, then to the floor, back to you, and to his phone. he doesn’t know what he’s supposed to do!
you shrug your shoulders casually. “Guess we’re sharing, huh?”
he purses his lips and keeps his shocked gaze to the floor. “S-sharing... the bed..?”
“What else? You don’t mind, right?”
I’ll take the floor, he wants to say. We probably shouldn’t. I’ll go see if there’s another room available.
all good answers, but none that he can vocalise. he opens his mouth but closes it again.
you take his silence as a yes and set off for your shower. he stands there in awed silence.
when you’re both clean and in your pyjamas you settle into bed, patting the empty space at your side and beckoning him in.
now he feels too awkward to say no, so he climbs in next to you. his blush spreads all the way to his ears, and he can’t even look at you anymore.
his heart beat is so loud he’s sure you can hear it, but if you do you don’t say anything.
“Hey, Kenma,” you start. he stiffens. “This blanket is kind of thin, could we cuddle?”
right. he remembers that you get cold easily. it was hard to tell because his body feels so hot, but you’re actually shivering right next to him.
he’s so nervous... he doesn’t want to say no because you’re his friend and he wants you to feel comfortable, but even so... he’s never held hands with a girl before much less cuddled with one.
he nods and shuffles closer to you. you wrap your arms around him and sigh into his hair. “You’re so warm, I should bring you with me everywhere.”
you tuck his head into your chest and hold him close. his blush only deepens further, his heart hammering against his ribs. he attempts to calm himself down by listening to your steady heartbeat — how can you be so calm? is he just weird?
his thoughts are interrupted as you absentmindedly stroke his hair and it eventually lulls him into a deep slumber.
that night he has the best sleep he’s had in years.
“Ah. There’s only one bed,” he notes monotonously. “I’ll go see if there are any other rooms.”
he goes to the front desk and explains the situation, but all the receptionist can do is apologise for the mix-up and says there are no more rooms available. he instead asks for extra blankets and pillows to be sent up.
he sets up a makeshift bed on the floor in the hotel room, and it actually ends up looking comfier than the actual bed.
as you settle in for the night, you look at Keiji with longing. you want to sleep there, it looks amazing. this stupid bed is lame and boring and you hate it — you wanna sleep on the floor too!
he eventually notices you and asks, “You’re staring at me. What are you thinking about?”
“That bed you made looks really comfy...”
“Ah,” he hums, looking down in thought. he likes it too... he doesn’t really wanna swap. “Then... do you want to share?”
he regrets those words when they leave his mouth. he shouldn’t have asked that, it’s too suggestive or disrespectful or something. you’ll probably hate him now.
he looks back up and realises he needn’t have been worried. you’re already clambering out of your bed and crawling into his. he finds himself blushing at your eagerness.
your eyes didn’t deceive you, the bed is divine. how is keiji always so perfect at everything he does? it pisses you off!
you lay face-to-face as you talk aimlessly about your days. keiji is grateful for the darkness, since it covers up his red cheeks.
neither of you remember when or how it happens, but you fall asleep in the same position you were laying in.
except, when morning comes, keiji finds that you’ve moved closer to each other and are holding hands.
he takes a moment to look at your interlocked fingers, your hand on top of his, then he gazes at your sleeping face. your lashes cast a small shadow on your cheeks, your lips are slightly parted as you breathe slow languid breaths. he’s blushing again, he can tell.
you’re so beautiful, he can’t help it. any man would blush having someone like you so close to them.
but there’s still some time before you have to get up, so he allows himself a small smile. he squeezes your hand (and to his surprise you squeeze back) and drifts off to sleep again.
Hajime drinks respect women juice for breakfast, so when he sees there’s only one bed he instantly reassures you that he’ll sleep on the floor.
you two... kind of have a bit of a thing going on. you flirt with him a lot and he’s into it, but your feelings for each other are unclear. you probably like each other but... you haven’t talked about it.
“Come on Iwa-chan.” he cringes at the nickname, it reminds him of shitty Oikawa. “There’s nothing wrong with two friends sharing a bed, right? Don’t sleep on the floor, it’ll hurt your back.”
“You’re way too laidback about these sorts of things,” he sighs. “Shouldn’t you be more cautious? I’m a man, after all.”
you shake your head and smile. “Yes, yes, I know. Traditional Japanese values and all that. But those kinds of things never mattered to me, what’s the point in one of us being uncomfortable just to appease some stupid standard?”
he sighs again. you were always a progressive. not that that’s a bad thing, in fact he liked it— he agreed with you on many subjects. even still, he was raised this way, it’s not something he can so readily unlearn.
eventually he relents to your pestering, and after you’ve both bathed and eaten you tuck into bed.
hajime is stiff as a board. he has no idea what to do and is once again amazed at your lack of caring.
“Dude relax,” you tell him. “We used to share beds all the time when we were kids. Just picture that.”
“That’s different...” he argues weakly. “We’re grown up now, it’s weird.”
you bicker back and forth for a while, and Hajime doesn’t even notice that he’s completely relaxed now. being with you just feels natural.
you fall asleep facing his back, but by morning you’re lying on your back and his head is on your chest. it’s a position you often slept in as kids — since you’re two years older than him you always had to be his “protector”.
he’s even holding your hand like he used to back then, how cute!
you let out a lethargic chuckle and tousle his hair. he groans sleepily and says, “Five more minutes...”
he clearly doesn’t know what position he’s in.
“Alright, five more minutes,” you answer, pulling his warm body closer into yours.
he’s a little less of a gentleman than the others, so instead of offering you the bed he votes to play rock paper scissors for it.
he wins, but seeing you on the floor made him feel too guilty. he changes his mind and offers you the bed, but you refuse.
“Why don’t we just share it?” you ask.
he looks at you in surprise, a faint pink on his cheeks. “E-eh?” he smoothly clears his throat. “I mean sure, why not? I never knew you could be so bold... you’ll make me blush.”
“I think I just did,” you point out.
he clears his throat again, louder this time. he’s practically coughing. “Uh! You were probably just imagining things.”
he shuffles over and you hop in beside him. sleep eludes you for some time yet, so you stay awake and talk. Tetsuro is actually a huge gossip, which you love. he trash-talks various people he’s interacted with recently and you chime in with dirt of your own.
“Why are we the only two sane people around?” you shake your head. you’re only half-joking.
“I don’t know, but we kind of are,” he agrees with a laugh.
you eventually fall asleep with your back against his, but Tetsuro struggles further.
truthfully, he’s been pining for you for months now. he can’t tell you— he’s tried multiple times but he always chickens out. he clings to the fabric on the front of his shirt, balling it into his fist and trying to still his beating heart.
you’re so close... he can feel your body, he can hear you breathing. he’s so in love with you he can’t stand it. he’s glad you can’t see his face right now because you’d surely make fun of him for blushing so hard. he can hear it now.
“Aww, big boy Tetsu getting all flustered over me?” is what you’d probably say. “Sooo cute.”
he blinks hard when he realises he just got a boner from thinking that. shit! why does he always get turned on when he thinks about you teasing him?
he refuses to touch himself while in a hotel room with you; he’s not a gentleman but that’s just a whole other level. instead he manages to will it away by thinking unsexy thoughts. it’s unpleasant, but it works.
before he knows it, morning comes. and he hasn’t slept a wink.
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someone said coworkers to lovers w keiji on one of my posts and my brain went !!! and didn't let me study for exams until it was done, so here's a christmas fic in mid-november. i regret nothing.
akaashi doesn’t really want to be here.
attending the office holiday party - which was weirdly held in november to save time next month for going through their backlog of submissions before people went on vacation - was a professional courtesy.
he likes his co-workers enough, but there’s only so much mind-numbing small talk and warm champagne he can handle in a single night. he’d much rather be at home, settled on his couch with a cup of tea and a good novel.
but he’s still here, determined to make it to the end of the party.
whyyy?? :( bokuto texts back when akaashi tells him he isn’t going to leave until the end.
the answer is across the room, laughing at something that the guy from marketing - whose name akaashi can never remember - says.
it’s not like he wants to watch you get hit on, but every time he looks around the room - any room, honestly - his eyes tend to search for you. the tone of your hair, the colour of whatever dress you’re wearing that day. he does it unconsciously at this point, his head turning whenever he so much as hears you speak.
(he’s well aware of the fact that what he’s doing is dangerously close to pining. like the leads in so many of the shounens he edits whenever they see a pretty girl.
life really does imitate art, doesn’t it?)
it’s hard to avoid your crush when they also happen to be your coworker. you arrive at the building at the same time he does on most days, which means you share the elevator up, exchanging pleasantries and making small talk (which he actually listens to, because it’s you).
your office is right next to his, which means whenever he steps out of his own, he can catch a glimpse of you in your window. you always seem to know when he glances inside, because you look up and send him a small smile that never fails to make his heart stutter in his chest.
but right now you’re smiling at the guy from marketing, and suddenly it’s not the warm champagne that’s making akaashi grimace with distaste.
so he leaves the dull group conversation he’s only half paying attention to, unlocking the door to his office and stepping inside. sighing, he flicks on the lights, then dims them to prevent drawing too much attention and inviting unwanted conversation.
on nights where the two of you stay late, drowning in pages of submissions, you tend to migrate into each others space. lights dimmed, notes crammed onto every surface of the desk and forcing the two of you to the floor. you’d sit side-by-side, hunched over your laptops and surrounded by fast food wrappers, much like your days as interns.
the memory makes him smile as he drops his suit jacket over the back of his chair and settles into it, unbuttoning the cuffs of his shirt to roll the sleeves up to his elbows.
then he pops the joints in his neck, opening his laptop to do some work. he tries his best not to think about the subtle notes of your perfume he could catch the last time he’d sat so close. or the way you lightly chewed on your bottom lip when you were concentrating. the way you’d gratefully wound his scarf around your neck on a particularly chilly day, akaashi insisting you take it even though you were just walking to your car.
you’d returned it the next day, smelling like that same perfume.
“only you would be working during a party.”
akaashi glances up from his laptop to see you standing in the doorway to his office, two glasses of champagne in hand. it’s clear that your intentions are to tear him away from work, and, well, you’re one of the two people he can’t say no to.
so he gently closes his laptop, waving you inside. “i was just trying to get some last minute work done since i was here.”
“we’re here for a party, akaashi,” you remind him, a light reprimand in your voice as he takes the glass from your hand. “come on, loosen your tie a little and drink some warm champagne with me.”
sighing, he does what you say (again, can never tell you no. he was a-- what did bokuto call him again? a simp? was that even a word?)
he’s stuck in his head debating it when you speak up once more. “they exceeded the price limit, by the way.”
he stiffens slightly, feigning confusion as he lifts his gaze to meet yours. “excuse me?”
you walk around his desk, leaning against the edge and crossing your ankles - god, akaashi’s never thought much about ankles, but you have really nice ones - slowly swirling the bubbly liquid in your glass. “whoever my secret santa was. cashmere scarves aren’t cheap.”
he lowers his glass, clearing his throat and continuing, very carefully, “well, whoever gave it to you must have been sure that you were worth it, then.”
you hum thoughtfully, raising a brow, watching him in that knowing way that you do, and he knows it won’t be long until he ends up coming clean. “and they just happened to know that my favourite colour was navy.”
“lucky guess,” he shrugs, fighting the grin tugging on his lips.
you’re quiet for a moment, ducking your head a little when you smile and murmur, “thank you for the scarf, akaashi.”
“i was just doing my job as your secret santa,” he brushes off, as if he hadn’t traded around and lost a bit of money to get the slip of paper with your name.
(simp is certainly a word, and akaashi keiji is the definition.)
“since i didn’t get you for the gift exchange,” you start slowly. “how about letting me treat you to dinner?”
“sure,” he nods, pulling his phone from his pocket without a second thought. “do you want to order mcdonalds or--” he pauses when you laugh, glancing up at you in confusion.
“i meant a date, akaashi.”
“oh,” he blushes, eyes widening a little as his heart leaps into his throat. “you...want to go out with me?”
you almost look amused, tilting your head slightly and sending him a lopsided grin. “of course. do you want to go out with me?”
this time it’s akaashi that laughs, because, love, you have no idea.
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— 𝗛𝗢𝗪 𝗛𝗔𝗜𝗞𝗬𝗨𝗨 𝗕𝗢𝗬𝗦 𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗖𝗧 𝗧𝗢 𝗬𝗢𝗨 𝗖𝗢𝗡𝗙𝗘𝗦𝗦𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗧𝗢 𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗠
⌗ kageyama tobio, hinata shoyo, oikawa tooru, kuroo tetsuro, miya atsumu, miya osamu, kita shinsuke, suna rintaro, akaashi keiji, bokuto kotaro
⌗ unedited, i’m in a haikyuu brainrot again hence this
kuroo tetsuro’s smirk tugs all the way up to the sides.
“yeah, i know,” he remarks, leaning against the wall as he watches you blink back up at him in surprise. he knows? it leaves you wondering if maybe you’d been too obvious with how loudly you cheered for him during games, but didn’t everyone do that? or could it be because you make sure to make your handwriting and notes as neat and presentable as much as possible, knowing full well kuroo would borrow it after class? if not that, maybe he found out from that time he suddenly plopped down next to you, his breath tickling the back of your ear when he randomly peeks into whatever you’re doodling, which was a chibi version of you and him? inwardly groaning to yourself, you’re about to turn away, unable to handle the embarrassment your confession was not as grand and surprising as planned. but before you could take three steps away, kuroo is already following up behind you, his hands warm as it loops through yours. “it’s not hard to tell when i look at you the same way.”
hinata shoyo’s lips twitch into an awkward smile at first.
“eh?” he points to himself, taking three steps backwards before it sinks into him. you like him. you think he’s funny and a great company. similar to kageyama, he’s flustered, but the apparent disbelief hits him a lot harder. he doesn’t know what to say that he’s rambling before you know it, multiple words of gratitude over the sweet confession mixing together with nervous babbles if you would be okay with him walking you home that night. hinata isn’t completely aware of he’s saying, but when you respond with a bright smile that you’d like it very much to spend time with him, hinata straightens his spine up with his lips flattened into a thin line. so it’s real and it’s really happening now; your warmth close to him from the closing distance between your bodies. and hinata is tired from practice, but if each practice ends with him taking you home each time, it’s as if his body never knew exhaustion to begin with.
oikawa tooru is not surprised.
or at least, that’s what he wants you to think. oikawa is no stranger to receiving confessions from both schoolmates and people whose names he had no idea. he is no stranger to opening his locker, only to see love letters and a box of chocolates packed inside. he is no stranger to people asking to take photos of him when he’s out, and he’s most definitely no stranger when it comes to being the centre of someone’s affection. this, however, he is not totally prepared for. when usually he’d smile or laugh along to put the nervous admirers at ease with opening up about their feelings for him, oikawa is now the one left speechless upon hearing the words come from your mouth itself. he knows he’s handsome, knows he’s alluring and he’s more than likeable, but his ego comes with daily yet hidden curiosities that maybe he is not good enough. the adoration beaming from your eyes say otherwise, however, and oikawa scratches the back of his neck to keep his cool. he’s oikawa tooru, after all, he shouldn’t be this shocked in the first place. but does it stop him from blushing? definitely not, and he’s thankful enough that you don’t comment on it when he leads you into the nearest restaurant, claiming it’s only natural to treat someone to dinner after a confession. “don’t mind about it,” he would say with a smirk, “it’s a simple act of kindness.” (p.s. it’s more than a simple act of kindness.)
kageyama tobio is stunned.
his racing heartbeat rings in his ears as the words flow from your mouth, the pounding overwhelming his senses he isn’t really sure he can understand what you’re saying anymore. and then it comes – the gentle whisper of a hesitant, “tobio?” that pulls him back to life. kageyama clears his throat and nods stiffly, unsure if thank you or would you like to go out or maybe saying both would be the proper answer. it’s not that he isn’t interested; he’s just never wrapped his head around the idea of dating when he’s occupied with volleyball. having this presented and sent his way until he’s put in the spot, with you of all people; the person he thinks he doesn’t really mind being with, kageyama has never been more flustered in his life.
miya atsumu stands up straighter, chest puffed out as his eyes scan over your features right now.
of course you like him – why wouldn’t you? he was inarizaki’s infamous setter; raking awards game by game until they were basically unbeatable. atsumu is not dumb in the knowledge he’s both a looker and a charmer, though somewhere deep within his chest, there’s this alien sensation of warmth blooming through that he’d never felt before with anyone else before. perhaps it was because you’ve been exceptionally nice yet intolerant to his teasing remarks that go too far at times, and your honesty – along with how good you are as a person (a part of him thinks he’s not good enough for you, but his confidence begs to say otherwise) leaves an impression on him he doesn’t think he can forget. before he can help it, atsumu is grinning, “can you say that one more time for me? i want to hear it again.”
miya osamu listens to every word carefully.
like his brother, they’re both aware of their popularity in the school, but osamu is a lot humbler in terms of the confessions he receives on the often. osamu is smiling the whole time, smiling so much you almost want to back out because he’s not saying a thing while you fumble over your words. you know he’s nice – he’s shown enough from the countless times of randomly opening doors for you, helping you carry books from one class to another or volunteering to clean up the rooms once classes are done – but there’s no telling how he would react to this. osamu has probably heard this enough times to not be fazed by it anymore, until you see the tips of his ears turning the slightest bit of red. and once you’re done confessing (which is a lot more easier said than done since chanting it over and over in front of the mirror cannot compare to saying it directly to him) osamu pulls out a packed rice ball. “i made this myself,” he smiles and hands it your way, opening your palm to place it there while you look him in the eye. “let me know if you like it. i’ll make you more from now on.”
kita shinsuke is extremely polite about it.
similar to osamu, kita listens to each word with a patient ear and a slightly pounding heart. to him, each confession is nothing short of baring your heart to someone, which he considers such a vulnerable yet intimate act of bravery that he cherishes. kita can tell you’re nervous with how you’re gripping your uniform at the sides. he appreciates your confession even more when you finish with a proud smile, as if letting him know you adore him and look up to him in more ways than one makes you proud. as if he makes you proud, and kita can’t help but duck his head a little before tucking his notebook under his armpit. he’s supposed to be on his way to the faculty room after one of your teachers has asked to talk to him about something and kita hates being late, but he supposes he can make time for this one. for you.
suna rintaro’s fingers pause over the screen of his phone, his fox-like gaze snapping upwards from the game before they settle on you.
you’re as nervous as you are excited, and each word that leaves your lips that reaches his ears is like a poem their literature teacher is always asking them to decipher. it’s not because your feelings are unwarranted; rather, suna isn’t really expecting to receive a heartfelt confession when he woke up this morning and blearily went back to school. this isn’t the first time he’s heard of people admiring him, but it’s most definitely the first time he’s caught off guard – though he tries not to show it with the blankness of his face. the only gesture he does that lets you know he’s indeed listening is when he shuts his phone off and places them back in his pocket, standing up to relieve the awkwardness of you bending down just for him to hear. “thanks,” he replies languidly, which is enough to disappoint you for a fleeting second before suna raises one finger to signal you to wait, pulling out his phone the next moment as he types something and hands it your way. there, in his screen, is an empty contact name, the cursor blinking expectantly. “you can put your number there. i’ll text you once i’m done with practice later – if you want to talk more, that is.” and of course you do, you most definitely do.
akaashi keiji has been expecting it.
always the quiet and observant type, akaashi doesn’t fail to notice the occasional glances you send his way – ones that are immediately taken back once you notice he’s caught you staring. as one of the class representatives, akaashi has also seen your notebook once or twice to know you like to doodle his name and surround it with hearts and little sparkles, to which he finds more than endearing. there’s also that occurrence where you instantly turn mum when he’s passing by and you stop talking to your friends, almost as if a switch has been flipped inside of you and you’re rigid around him the next moment. he doesn’t want to assume completely that you are into him, but if his theory is correct and there’s definitely something brewing the two of you, then he’ll be more than happy to let you know he feels the same way. akaashi doesn’t want to misread anything, however, so he lets you confess first. now that it’s happening and you stand before him as the confession graces his ears, akaashi is nothing but shy smiles and all the hearts you’ve associated his name with.
bokuto kotaro’s eyes turn blank as his shoulder slumps.
he was on his way to join akaashi for lunch when you pass by him and ask to speak privately with him, to which he agrees and follows you inside an empty classroom afterwards. similar to akaashi, bokuto is not one to assume anyone is romantically interested in him – not because he thinks he’s not likeable in that way, but he’s more dazed and lost in his own rumble of thoughts for it to even come across that direction. so when he hears that you like him – always have and always will – bokuto struggles to function. you interpret his reaction negatively for a quick second before bokuto’s eyes widen, his hands landing on your shoulders. “whoa!” he cheers, “me? you like me?” bokuto doesn’t give you time to answer before he’s steering you out into the classroom, his hands fumbling whether he wants to hold yours first or to put it around your shoulders. one thing is for sure, though, and it’s that he’s not visiting akaashi alone for lunch.
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