𝙄 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙣𝙖 𝙩𝙧𝙮 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙣𝙚𝙬..
Akaashi really wants to handcuff his husband Bokuto to the bed, blindfold him, and take control. After multiple conversations with Kenma, he decides it’s time to try it out.....
MNDI NSFW : Shameless Smut, Post-Time Skip, Post-Haikyuu!! Time Skip, Smut, Light BDSM, Light Dom/sub, Anal Sex, Anal Fingering, Ball play, Established Relationship, Light Bondage, Aftercare, Masturbation, Blow Jobs
Hi!!! this is my first fic like ever so im a little nervous!! i lowk kinda forgot how paragraphs work but i hope you can still enjoy !!
Akaashi had a plan, a carefully considered one. You see, Kenma had always told him about his and Kuroo’s dynamic and sexual antics, and while Akaashi had never had any interest in cosplaying or roleplay, he had often wondered what it would be like to have his Bokuto tied up, completely at his mercy, begging. He knew Bokuto was always willing to try new things, and after several conversations with Kenma and Kuroo, both assuring him that Bokuto would definitely be into it, Akaashi had gone out and bought himself handcuffs and a blindfold.
Now all that was left was to get Bokuto in the mood, which wasn’t hard. There was never a moment when Bokuto didn’t want him. What started as a casual movie night had quickly shifted into something far more heated.
Bokuto’s hand brushed against Akaashi’s as they sat close on the couch. The touch lingered, light but deliberate, sending sparks through both of them. Before they even realized it, their faces had drawn together, lips meeting in a soft, lingering kiss.
The kiss deepened quickly. Bokuto’s hands found Akaashi’s shoulders, pulling him closer, while Akaashi’s fingers tangled in Bokuto’s hair, tilting his head, coaxing a groan from deep in his chest. Their breaths mingled, warm and ragged, hearts hammering as the casual intimacy of the evening melted into something urgent. Akaashi’s lips trailed along Bokuto’s jawline, brushing against his neck, teasing and soft. Bokuto pressed back eagerly, desperate for more, hands roaming, fingers brushing against the edge of Akaashi’s hoodie, pulling him impossibly closer. The tension coiled tighter with each heartbeat, each gasp.
And just as Bokuto leaned in, reaching for the next kiss, trying to meet Akaashi halfway, Akaashi suddenly pulled back, “What? Why’d you stop?” he says, looking genuinely offended at the abrupt stop to their makeout session. Akaashi gently lifts his hands to caress Bokuto’s face, dragging his fingertips lightly toward his lips. Bokuto looks up, captivated by Akaashi’s presence, hair messy, glasses slightly wonky, in his hoodie. He looks as beautiful as ever.
Akaashi leans into Bokuto’s lips again, but just as Bokuto leans in to meet him halfway, he pulls away again. He gets off Bokuto’s lap and walks toward their bedroom.
he says, watching Akaashi’s figure disappear into their room, then quickly shoots up to follow him.
“Keiji?” he asks, walking towards Akaashi in their room, quietly wondering if he did something wrong on the couch.
Akaashi turns around, walking toward an unusually nervous Bokuto. He presses his hands against Bokuto’s chest, looking up at him.
“Keiji?” Bokuto repeats, breathless.
Akaashi trails one of his hands lower and lower until he reaches the waistband of Bokuto’s shorts, teasing it with his finger. Bokuto gasps at the cool feeling of Akaashi’s fingers against his skin. Akaashi pulls his hand back for a moment, then drags it lower on top of Bokuto’s shorts, brushing over his half-hard length. Bokuto unintentionally bucks forward, letting out a groan.
“Keiji… you’re driving me crazy,” he whispers breathlessly, looking down at his lover. Akaashi gives his length a light squeeze. Bokuto instantly moans, bending forward and resting his head on Akaashi’s shoulder, letting out a long, dragged-out sound as he pants heavily.
It’s crazy how quickly Bokuto comes undone for him.
Akaashi pulls his hand away and looks up.
“I wanna try something new,” he says, meeting Bokuto’s heavy-lidded eyes. “But I want you to trust me.”
“Anything. I’ll trust you with anything,” Bokuto says desperately, leaning in and brushing his lips against Akaashi’s, tongue briefly tracing his chapped lips before pulling away.
“Sit,” Akaashi says, pointing to the bed. Bokuto does instantly. Akaashi slowly walks to the bedside table, sliding the drawer open and grabbing a pair of handcuffs and a blindfold. He walks back in front of Bokuto, giving him a light kiss.
“Lay back,” he whispers into Bokuto’s ear. Bokuto immediately shifts back onto the bed, laying down, eyes never leaving Akaashi. Akaashi straddles his waist, noting Bokuto’s hard length straining in his boxers.
“Arms up,” Akaashi instructs. Bokuto lifts his arms above his head.
“You’re very obedient,” Akaashi says as he leans over, wrapping the handcuffs around the headboard and clipping them to his lover’s wrists.
“Only for you,” Bokuto replies, eyes still locked on him. Akaashi leans in for another kiss.
Akaashi picks up the blindfold. “There are rules,” he says, dragging his fingers up Bokuto’s chest. “Your arms stay there until I say so. And no looking.” Bokuto’s face drops.
“But Keiji! I love looking at you” he whines.
“You can do it. You’ll be good for me, right?” Akaashi says, shifting lower.
“Yes, yes, I can!” Bokuto immediately agrees.
Akaashi places the blindfold over his lover’s eyes, making sure he can’t see anything.
“We’re going to use red, yellow, green since you can’t see or touch anything. When I ask if you’re okay, you say green for good, yellow for slow down, or red for stop. Okay?”
Akaashi starts undressing, then slowly pulls Bokuto’s shirt up, making a mental note that he probably should’ve taken it off earlier. He presses a kiss to Bokuto’s chest, slowly trailing toward his waist. Bokuto groans at the feeling of Akaashi’s mouth against his skin, his senses heightened without sight. The room is quiet, just the sound of Akaashi’s lips and his own heavy breathing.
Akaashi kisses right above Bokuto’s waistband, then pulls his shorts off, leaving him in his shirt and boxers, his length straining against the fabric. He leans down and places a kiss on the clothed tip. Bokuto immediately bucks up, gasping.
“What’s your color?” Akaashi asks.
Akaashi continues teasing, wrapping his mouth around Bokuto’s clothed length, sucking lightly. Bokuto’s thighs clench, and a moan escapes him at the sensation of Akaashi’s mouth on his cock, straining against the cuffs, cheeks flushed red. Arousal pools in Akaashi’s stomach at the sight.
He slowly pulls down Bokuto’s boxers, freeing his hard, red cock. It bounces slightly, the tip flushed and glistening with precum. He leans down, pressing his mouth to Bokuto’s balls first, letting his lips and tongue explore, tasting, teasing. Sliding his tongue along the underside of his length, he traces a stripe from the base all the way to the tip before engulfing him fully.
“Fuck—” Bokuto’s hips jerk upward instinctively, but Akaashi’s hands grip his thighs, holding him firmly, keeping him pinned.
Akaashi begins to bob his head up and down along Bokuto’s length, sucking harder with each motion, his tongue flicking insistently against the sensitive underside.
“Fuck, Keiji, it’s so good, fuck!” Bokuto moans, still straining to move his hips, desperate for more.
Akaashi hums around him, the vibrations sending shivers down Bokuto’s spine. He slides a hand down to fondle Bokuto’s balls while picking up the pace, moving faster and faster, lips and tongue pressing insistently against his cock.
“Keiji… I’m so close,” Bokuto pants, seeing stars, every sensation heightened. Deprived of sight and touch, his body is entirely focused on the feeling of Akaashi’s mouth on him.
“Keiji… I’m gonna come… fuck, I’m gonna come!” he gasps, and Akaashi suddenly sucks harder at the tip, pressing his tongue to the underside.
“Fuck, Ji! I’m coming!” Bokuto cries, releasing into Akaashi’s mouth. The salty taste fills Akaashi, and he swallows carefully, keeping a hand lightly stroking him through his high.
“What’s your color?” Akaashi asks softly.
“Green… fuck, I’m green,” Bokuto whispers breathlessly. That might’ve been the hardest he’s ever come.
Akaashi gets up to give Bokuto a kiss, leaning into him. Bokuto instantly parts his lips, kissing him back, already getting hard again. Bokuto loves his husband.
Akaashi slips off his own boxers and straddles him again, grinding slightly against him, pulling another groan from Bokuto.
He reaches for the lube, popping it open and squirting some onto his hands. Leaning close to Bokuto’s ear, he starts to stretch himself out, letting out soft moans right against him.
Bokuto immediately jerks his hands upward, forgetting he’s chained to the bed.
“Fuck, Keiji—wait, let me—”
“Shh… just—” Akaashi lets out a soft moan as he slips in another finger. “Just listen,” he breathes against his ear.
He slowly licks a stripe along Bokuto’s ear, nibbling lightly as he continues stretching himself.
“Fuck…” Bokuto groans at the sounds Akaashi is making, his cock twitching at the thought of it. He’s painfully reminded that he can’t see or touch him, he can’t tell if it’s frustrating him or turning him on more.
Akaashi leans back, aligning himself with Bokuto’s flushed, hard length.
Bokuto has never been this turned on in his life. He can feel how hard he is, his cock pulsing at just the thought of Akaashi.
Akaashi leans further back slightly, giving Bokuto a few slow strokes, pressing his thumb against the slit.
Bokuto moans loudly at the sudden touch, his head lifting slightly at the realization of what’s about to happen—his expression tightening with concern that Akaashi can’t see.
“Wait—Keiji, condom!” he pants.
Akaashi slowly lowers himself onto Bokuto’s cock, grinding slightly to adjust. Letting out another moan at the feeling of bokuto filling him whole.
He leans forward, lips brushing Bokuto’s ear.
“I want to feel you,” he whispers softly. “All of you.”
Bokuto groans at the words. He’s so hard, Akaashi wrapped around him so warm it’s almost too much.
He tries to buck up, but Akaashi’s hands press firmly against him, keeping him still.
“Fuck, Keiji—fuck, please, you feel so good,” Bokuto moans in frustration.
Akaashi smiles slightly at how desperate he sounds.
“What’s your color?” he asks softly,
“GREEN, I’m so fucking green, baby, so green, please” Bokuto moans loudly.
Akaashi starts riding his lover, bouncing on Bokuto’s cock, hands pressed against Bokuto’s chest.
“Fuck, Keiji, you feel so good, too good,” Bokuto moans.
Akaashi moans in response, bouncing on top of him, the feeling of Bokuto hitting him deeper and deeper. He’ll never get tired of this feeling—being so full it makes his mind go numb as he moves harder and harder.
“Kou—you’re so big—ngh,” Akaashi moans. “You make me so full, so good,” he continues.
Bokuto’s arms pull against the cuffs, surely leaving bruises. He’s so desperate, desperate to touch, desperate to feel, lost in the sensation of his lover bouncing on him, moaning at the feeling of him.
“Kou, you’re so good. You’ve been so good… such a good boy,” Akaashi praises, panting.
The words go straight to Bokuto’s cock, the feeling of being praised hitting deep.
“Fuck, yes, Keiji, I’m your good boy, I’m so good,” he moans. “Baby, please, let me touch.”
Akaashi’s legs begin to tire, feeling the burning sensation in his thighs from bouncing relentlessly he slowly reaches for the key next to Bokuto to unlock the cuffs, grinding himself harder onto him as he does.
Bokuto’s arms shoot up again.
“Fuck, baby—let me touch you, let me touch you,” he moans in frustration.
Akaashi leans up to the lock, swiftly unlocking the cuffs.
Bokuto immediately grabs him, flipping them over and pinning Akaashi below him.
“You drive me crazy,” Bokuto says, the blindfold still on.
Akaashi reaches up and pulls the blindfold off, freeing Bokuto’s eyes.
Bokuto looks down at him with lust and want.
Sweat beaded onto his forehead, heavy pants leaving his chest.
“I know,” Akaashi replies.
Bokuto instantly dives in, pressing his lips against Akaashi’s, flipping him over again and grabbing his hips, snapping his own forward.
He leans down on top of Akaashi’s back.
“Fuck, you feel so good, baby, fuck, I thought I was gonna die if I didn’t touch you,” Bokuto moans.
He drags his hand down to Akaashi’s cock, giving it a few strokes while he pounds into him from behind, hitting all the places that make Akaashi cry out.
Akaashi cries at the sensation, so full, and his cock being stroked at the same time.
“Fuck, Ko you feel so good—fuck, so fucking good,” he moans.
Bokuto flips Akaashi back over, swinging Akaashi’s legs over his shoulders, hitting him just right.
“I’m so close, Kou,” Akaashi moans, gripping the mattress.
“Fuck come with me, baby, please,” Bokuto moans, pumping himself deeper.
“Fuck, I’m coming!” Akaashi yells as he comes, Bokuto following moments later.
Bokuto collapses next to him, breathing hard.
Akaashi turns over, placing a hand on Bokuto’s chest.
“What’s your color?” he asks softly.
Bokuto laughs, placing his hand on top of Akaashi’s.
Akaashi suddenly notices the marks from the cuffs and sits up, concern flickering across his face.
“Your wrists?!” he asks, pointing. “Does it hurt? I thought these weren’t supposed to leave marks when you put them on.”
“It’s alright,” Bokuto says with a small smile. “It’s my fault, I was pulling on them like crazy. I couldn’t even feel it because all I wanted was to touch you.”
He leans down and presses a soft kiss to the top of Akaashi’s hand.
“That was amazing,” he adds.
“How about you shower, and I’ll change the sheets?” Bokuto suggests slowly getting up.
“I don’t wanna get up,” Akaashi pouts.
Bokuto smiles and lifts him gently.
“Come on, baby, fresh sheets and cuddles.”
Akaashi sighs, letting himself be pulled toward the bathroom.
After a quick shower, he returns in his pajamas, moving softly toward the bed dressed in fresh sheets. He slips under the covers, settling in and waiting for Bokuto.
Bokuto enters the bedroom and climbs in beside him, tugging the sheets snug around them. He pulls Akaashi close until his head rests against Bokuto’s chest. “Better?” he murmurs, running a hand gently down Akaashi’s back.
“Mhm,” Akaashi murmurs, his fingers tracing idle patterns on Bokuto’s chest, lingering over the faint bruises from earlier. “You’re warm.”
Bokuto leans down to press a soft kiss to Akaashi’s temple.
Akaashi tilts his head, resting his forehead against Bokuto’s collarbone. “Your sure it didn’t hurt?” he asks quietly, concern in his voice.
Bokuto shakes his head, his lips brushing Akaashi’s hair. “No… just… marks. I don’t mind. You made me feel so good… so safe, even tied up” he laughs.
They lie there in silence for a few minutes, just breathing together, the room quiet except for the soft rhythm of their hearts. Bokuto slips an arm around Akaashi, holding him close. “That was amazing ,let’s do it again, like soon,” he murmurs with a lazy grin.
Akaashi hums in agreement, eyes closing. “Agreed.”
And in the warm, tangled sheets, wrapped in each other’s arms, they stay like that, hearts still racing, bodies still tingling, but minds at peace.
And they lived happily ever after :P
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