#akaashi

[showhay]

akaashi keiji x f!reader | fluff

cw: suggestive content, read at your own risk.

;; boyfriend!akaashi has a very specific way of waking you up. he doesn’t use an alarm; instead, he just shifts closer until his chest is flushed against your back, burying his face in the crook of your neck. he waits until you stir, murmuring low, “five more minutes,” in that gravelly morning voice that makes your toes curl, his hand tracing lazy, possessive circles over your hip under the sheets.

;; boyfriend!akaashi is the king of subtle physical contact in public. he isn’t loud about it, but his hand is always somewhere—resting firmly on the small of your back to guide you through a crowd, or his thumb stroking your knuckles while he’s distracted in conversation with bokuto. he makes you feel like the only person in the room without even looking at you.

;; boyfriend!akaashi keeps a physical editor’s eye on everything, including you. he’ll pull you into his lap while he’s reviewing manuscripts, his chin resting on your shoulder. when he gets tired, he doesn’t stop working; he just starts absentmindedly nipping at your shoulder blade or the sensitive skin behind your ear, his breath hot against your skin as he hums thoughtfully at a sentence he’s reading.

;; boyfriend!akaashi takes care of the things you forget. he knows exactly how you take your coffee and has it sitting on the nightstand before you even open your eyes. if you’re stressed, he doesn’t ask what’s wrong—he just pulls you into his space, fixes your hair, and spends twenty minutes massaging your scalp with those long, nimble fingers until you’re putty in his hands.

;; boyfriend!akaashi has a ‘look.’ you know the one—it’s when you’re dressed up for a date and he just stops mid-sentence, his eyes darkening as they roam slowly from your toes back up to your lips. he’ll step into your personal space, his hand tilting your chin up just a fraction, and say something like, “you look beautiful,” before kissing you just long enough to ruin your lipstick and make you want to stay home instead.

;; boyfriend!akaashi is incredibly observant of your ‘tells.’ if he notices you’re overstimulated at a party, he’ll lean in close, his lips brushing your ear as he whispers, “ready to go, pretty girl?” his hand will already be sliding down to grip your waist, his touch firm and grounding, letting you know he’s completely tuned into you and only you.

;; boyfriend!akaashi likes to claim your space. he leaves his silver watch on your nightstand or his glasses on your desk, little reminders that he was there. but his favorite thing is when you wear his oversized button-downs; he’ll catch you in the kitchen and pull you back against him, his hands sliding underneath the hem to find your bare skin, whispering about how much better his clothes look on you than they ever do on him.

;; boyfriend!akaashi has a thing for your hands. he’ll catch them during dinner, bringing your knuckles to his lips, but his eyes never leave yours. he’ll slowly take one of your fingers into his mouth, his gaze heavy and unblinking, swirling his tongue around the tip just to see your pupils blow wide. it’s a silent challenge, a promise of what’s going to happen the moment the check is paid and the front door is locked. yes, front door. bold of you to assume he’d last until you get to the bedroom.

;; boyfriend!akaashi is a man of few words, but he’s incredibly vocal when he’s got his face buried in your neck. he likes to find that one specific spot—right where your shoulder meets your pulse—and stay there, alternating between soft, soothing licks and sharp, punishing nips. he loves the way you gasp his name, his grip on your waist tightening until his knuckles turn white, his voice dropping an octave as he mumbles, “stay just like that for me. okay, pretty girl?”

;; boyfriend!akaashi gets incredibly tactile after a long day at the office. he’ll loosen his tie the moment he walks through the door, but he won’t take it off. instead, he’ll find you wherever you are, spin you around, and use the silk fabric to pull you flush against him. he likes to bury his face in your neck, taking deep, needy breaths of your scent, his hands sliding down to cup you and lift you onto the nearest surface so he can be between your legs and have some dinner.

;; boyfriend!akaashi is deceptively dominant when it comes to shared spaces. if you’re sitting at your desk trying to work, he’ll come up behind you and start undoing the clasp of your bra through your shirt without a word. when you gasp and turn around to protest, he just catches your wrists in one hand, pinning them gently but firmly to the desk, and leans down to bite softly at your pulse point. “work can wait,” he’ll mutter against your skin, “i’ve been thinking about this since lunch.”

;; boyfriend!akaashi has a thing for mirrors. he likes to see the effect he has on you. he’ll stand behind you while you’re getting ready, his large hands splayed across your stomach, pulling you back against the hardness of his chest. he’ll meet your eyes in the glass, his thumb catching your bottom lip and pulling it down just enough to see your teeth, watching your pupils blow wide as he leans down to mark your collarbone where everyone will see it later.

;; boyfriend!akaashi has a specific praise kink that he uses to completely undo you. he loves to whisper “good girl” or “you're doing so well for me, honey” when you're struggling to keep your composure under his touch. he’s patient, incredibly so, waiting until you’re a shaking, incoherent mess before he gives you what you want. he likes to watch the way your eyes blow wide when he finally loses that famous akaashi restraint, his movements becoming more urgent and his voice losing its steady rhythm as he mumbles your name like a prayer against your skin.

;; boyfriend!akaashi loves the contrast of his clean-cut image versus the way he looks when he’s finally undone by you. there’s something devastating about seeing him with his hair mussed, his tie hanging loose around his neck, and his eyes glazed with heat as he watches you move. he’ll catch your wrists, pinning them above your head with just one hand, his chest heaving as he tells you exactly how much trouble you’re in for making him wait all day.

n: for the #1 akaashi d-rider or something like that @akaashiit

© showhay — don’t copy or translate without my permission. don’t feed my works to ai.

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☆ practical!

— a haikyuu fanfic // where akaashi keiji is your editor.

synopsis: you're stuck with a scene, and akaashi can't help but do his job right as your editor. wc: 4.4k cw: perv!reader (SLIGHTLY). p*rn with plot. this honestly reads like the script to a p*rno but WHATEVER ITS THE JOY AND WHIMSY THAT I PUT INTO IT THAT MAKES IT A NOT-P*RNO. NOT PROOFREAD. nsfw includes: f*ngering. 69. marathon s*x. org*sms [male and female]. overst*mulation. p in v. raw. cre*mpie. multiple p*sitions. akaashi wears glasses like YUMMM. fwb concept sorta??? that's all :p old m.list | new m.list

"no, seriously. why?" your voice is muffled, face pressed against the hard wood of your dinner table as you groan into it. the wood is cold against your skin, the cold beer bottle stands inches apart from your flat hands, and the fan whirs softly above you. you lift your eyes up at your editor without raising your head. "why did i decide to be a fucking mangaka?! was i out of my mind? i mean the pay is mostly awful, i have to face so much criticism as a woman in this industry and the fans?! oh my god, they would eat me alive if i fuck up the next chapter!"

akaashi keiji just purses his lips, staring at you over the metallic rim of his glasses. he looks like you have drained his lifeforce by half in the last ten minutes you have been talkiny. he sighs, bringing the bottle up to his lips and mumbles against the glass. "hm, done with the theatrics?"

your eyes shift to his full lips, the way they curve as he gulps in the beer you had offered to him as a sign of hospitality. you chase your gaze away from him before unholy thoughts become your unbecoming. it wasn't normal to find your editor hot! in the industry, most of them were old, fat geezers who had outdated ideas for plots. you, however, had been paired with akaashi keiji. on one side, he was the best editor you could have asked for. he was good at his job, efficient and supported your ideas. on the other, you had had too many wet dreams about the dude to ever hold your composure during these meetings. you're always more surprised steam isn't pooling out of your ears just at the eyecontact.

akaashi, however, is unaware of your moral crisis and instead, hums leisurely, "'s okay. maybe you're in a rut. happens."

"probably." you bring a hand to your eyes and rub — both in an effort to stop looking at him and in an effort to relieve yourself of some worry. you sigh, "sorry 'bout the rant. i'll try to get to writing tonight."

sighing again, you sit up straighter and fix your horrendous posture in a moment of self-reflection. "and thanks for giving me an extra week. i'm sure the management is already after your ass."

akaashi keiji simply pushes the rim of his glasses up his nose and swings another gulp of his beer. when he strikes his bottle down on the wooden table, he follows it up with a question. "where are you stuck exactly?"

you blink at him, slow to process his question, "what?"

you furrow your brows at the man in front of you. although a great editor, akaashi keiji rarely did ask you for the details. he was technical — telling you what arc to tighten, which panel to drag out. he usually never bothered redirecting your story. he usually never bothered to know more than that was necessary.

he repeats himself out loud and clear. "where are you stuck in the story? i remember hanako confessed her feelings to toshi in the last volume. what comes next?"

"well..." you chew on your lips, slowing down. "after that, um..." finding words becomes harder and you stretch your arms out to grab your own beer bottle. your lips wobble, eyes falling down to your beer. you were sure akaashi keiji knew what came next. there were more than enough theories floating online about your characters for him to not know. he wasn't dumb, or stupid. he knew they were supposed to fuck, so why the fuck was he making you say it out loud?!

you play with your beer bottle, not really looking at him. "uh... after that they should... obviously like get—"

"intimate?" he asks sharply. you stare at him, taken aback by his straightforward nature of his words before nodding, "i mean, yeah."

you clear your throat, averting your gaze from his face as you confess, "so, as you know, toshi likes her back."

"obviously." akaashi hums as you continue, "and so, he cages hanako against the wall. and then—"

akaashi raises a stiff brow, "kisses her?"

you nod at the rough baritone of his voice. your face is flaming hot, no doubt. you hope he doesn't notice. because god, editing or writing sex scenes isn't as embarrassing as uttering them out loud is. especially to your own little workplace crush.

now, it was an universal truth that akaashi keiji was hot. unbearably so. the roughness of his voice, the sharpness of his narrow eyes, the chiseled muscles that he hid behind his oversized clothes; he was undeniably hot! but you were a professional, so you kept those kinds of thoughts to yourself! you didn't indulge in the fantasies about your editor. well, tried not to. sometimes though, in the middle of the night, as you fucked yourself with one of your many toys, his face came to view. but since you were a professional, you always chose to forget it the next morning.

"hey?" the sound of his voice jerks you back to reality. he waves in your face as you blink back the morally loose fantasies in the back of your head. of course, it's not like akaashi is indulging in debauchery, he's simply doing his job!

akaashi eggs you, still drinking his beer. "then? toshi kisses her and?"

"well, they kiss and toshi's... well, he f-fingers her—" and though you're saying the character's names, what you're really thinking is you and him. you and akaashi. against a wall, with his fingers knuckles deep into your cunt. his lips on your collarbone, your hand in his hair.

"—so, you're having trouble writing intimate scenes?" akaashi asks simply and you're jerked back into reality. "are you a virgin?"

"hUH?!" your eyes widen, lips agape as you stare at him. you stammer, "wh-what?!"

"well, are you?" he swings another gulp casually, not really seeing your reason to fluster. "we're both professionals, i won't judge you. it's just you're so shy about it—"

"ofcourse, i am not! i have had sex before! plenty of it." you explain hastily, "what does that have to do with anything—?!"

he sighs, "no need to get so defensive. it was only ever a question."

you scowl, "it was a weird one."

"well, it's hard to write things you haven't experienced."

"right." you narrow your eyes at him, "well, thanks for your concern but i have had sex. and i'd get working on the draft now. as soon as you leave."

"okay." he shrugs, "in case you need ideas, you can reach out to me."

"oh? yeah?" you laugh, hollow, "because akaashi keiji is a frequent sex-haver?"

the thought of it makes your cheeks grow red and thighs grow closer together. you didn't wanna know the answer. the answer would definitely make your wet dreams worse.

"hm. more or less."

well, you didn't need to know that! now, you're already picturing a naked akaashi atop you. his face is red, breath labored and eyes clenched shut as he sinks his cock into you. you shake your head as the blush grows a shade of berry-red against your cheeks. "yeah, okay. whatever. i'll— i will ask if I need your help. you can go now."

"are you sure?" akaashi leans forward, his fitted tee tightens against his shoulder at the action. "i mean i came all the over here to help. run your ideas by me, i'll filter them out. tell you what works or what doesn't."

by now, your entire face is beet-red, you're sure of it. part of you wonders if akaashi can see that and he's just ruining you for the sake of ruining you. but then... his face is stoic, professional as always. right. akaashi keiji was a professional! he probably wasn't playing mind-games with you. he was a earnest, hardworking editor who just wanted to help! so, you swallow down all inhibitions and nod, "fine. here's a few ideas."

★ idea 01.

"spread your legs wider f'me." akaashi hums, nudging your thighs apart with his knee as you follow what he says. his doughy fingertips circle your clit, massaging the nub slowly as his eyes train against yours, "hm, so what does toshi do next?"

when akaashi offered to help you filter ideas, you didn't think he would opt for a practical session. but now, your pants are off, you're against the wall and he's standing in front of you, meeting your eye head-on as he prepares to finger-fuck you. the rim of his glasses shine under the overhead light, and my, his eyes hold this emotion you can't decipher.

you exhale shakily, confessing the plot, "h-he kisses her neck."

akaashi moves closer, with his other hand he gently tilts your head to the side and brings his lips to the exposed skin. his kiss is chaste, almost too careful.

"bite me." you wince, correcting yourself, "i- i mean, toshi bites her."

akaashi licks your skin gingerly before digging his canines into your skin. you gasp under him, eyes clenching shut at the feeling of his warm fingerpad against you and his teeth sinking into your skin. he stalls, calculating against your skin, "does he leave marks? toshi?"

you swallow, "i- i dunno."

"hm?" akaashi inhales sharply, "i think he should. it'll be hot." and he doesn't wait for your response, instead latching his lips around the indents and sucking hard. you gasp as his fingers speed up against your clit, simulating the nub with gentle strokes. your back arches off of the wall and into his chest. akaashi takes his time, blossoming splatters of purple and blue on your neck. once satisfied, he hums again, "next?"

"h-he sinks a finger in."

akaashi follows your words as if they're holy. one of his digit teases the rim of your hole before he finally sinks it in. you moan at the intrusion, eyes half-lidded and thoughts muddled. akaashi barely pumps his finger in you twice before he's hissing and sinking another. he's barely three pumps in when he stops, "wait, toshi didn't put the second finger in yet, did he? maybe i should—" he threatens to stop but you're already babbling, nodding feverishly, "i-he did. he did. yes."

"ah, good." and akaashi is back at it, curling his fingers upwards to pet your gooey g-spot. your thighs tremble as his fingers rev up their pace. you're losing sanity, blaming it all on his fingers and his eyes. god, his eyes. and they way he's looking at you through his glasses. he keeps fucking you, curling his digits in that rhythmic, fast-paced motion till you feel your lower belly churn itself inwards. you fall forward, gasping, "k-keiji-! 's too much."

a sly grin pulls at akaashi's lips as he regards you, "keiji? is that you speaking or hanako?"

"please." you're babbling over him, moaning out rough syllables and pleads, "j-jus' keep going."

yet again, akaashi is following your direction. he buries his fingers to the hilt, massaging your walls from the inside in a way that has your weak knees wobbling in desperation. your hands come to claw on his shoulders, chest heavy and stomach like an abyss. "fu-fuck! i'm s-so close hnghh-!"

"yeah?" akaashi licks his lips, feeling the clenching throbs of your cunt snug around his two fingers. he hisses, commanding. "just a little more, c'mon. give it t'me."

your eyes roll back to your skull and your body all but falls into his arms as you cum. when akaashi pulls his fingers out of you, they're dribbling with your sex. he raises a brow, "does toshi... do this next?"

and before you can even register it, akaashi is already slipping his fingers into your mouth. he rests it heavy against your tongue and you lap it up, mumbling against his skin, "sh-sure."

when you've licked his fingers clean off, he pulls it out. akaashi eyes the sheen your spit has left on his finger and sighs, "i mean this scene is nice 'n all but i think it's lackluster." you're mind's too hazy to even comprehend what he's talking about, but akaashi is already giving his critique, "after all the tension between hanako and toshi, it makes more sense for something else, something more to happen."

you swallow, meeting his eyes, "i had another idea."

akaashi smiles and his canines catch the light in a predatory manner. "tell me."

★ idea 02.

"i'm not-hnghh... s-sure how exactly this would work but," your mind turns to mush would another swipe of akaashi's tongue against your hot, throbbing clit. you let a lecherous waddle of spit land on the tip of his achy, long dick and watch as it travels down the vein-ridged erection. you pump your hand up and down his shaft, feeling his thighs tense and dick twitch in your soft grip.

you were so wrong. nothing could have prepared you for this. this was so much better than any of those half-lucid, desperate dreams of yours. akaashi was so much better in real life than he was in your dreams.

akaashi brings his thumb to your clit, pinching the nub as he answers back, "the build-up might be difficult if- hah, if you want them jumping straight up a sixty-nine position."

you place kitten licks on his bulbous tip, nodding, "y-yeah, but i can work something out if- god, k-keiji faster..."

he swipes his thumb quicker against your swollen clit, bringing him tongue to your sopping wet cunt with a vibratig hum, "you can work it out if-?"

"if... if..." your thoughts are mushy, eyes watery as you pump his erection faster, "if you like this idea."

"mhm, i like it so far." he prods your velvety walls with his tongue, fucking your hole with the tip of his tongue in a way that has you keening and bucking into his mouth. you take his length in your mouth and god, akaashi is so, so deep inside you. his tip kisses the back of your throat and you gag, with spit drooping past your lips and onto his length. your palm is wet - a mix of your saliva and his pre-cum smeared against his entire length. you suck at the tip, tightening your grip against his cock as you fist the base of his thick cock.

"g-god..." his voice rumbles against your core as he ruts his pelvis upwards into your mouth, fucking his beading tip to the back of your throat. your throat constricts around his length, your eyes widening as the air in your lungs is traded for more inches of his cock.

"s-shit." akaashi is groaning against you, eating your pussy out as he feels each bob of your warm mouth push him towards an impending orgasm. you cum on his mouth, coating his lips and jaw in glittery ropes of your cum. you feel his dick twitch inside, feel his ruts grow in intensity till his warm cum is painting the back of your throat. a little bit of it overflow your lips, dribbling down to his length in a lewd river of sin.

"sh-shit..." you heave gulpfuls of air in as you pull yourself off of his cock. glancing down, you realize you've made a mess of the man. his cockhead is red and still twitching, still beading out pearlscent beads of his cum. his thighs are marked with your spit and his own cum. your hand's too sticky.

when you glance back, you see akaashi's face - reddened and glistening with your essence. his glasses are off, left somewhere in the room to be rediscovered later. he gives you an unholy grin, "i- i like this idea but can i suggest one better?"

and you're nodding along to your editor before you can even register his words, "yes, please."

★ idea 03.

"and then," akaashi's hoarse voice kisses the shell of your lips. his muscled bicep tightens against your warm belly, pulling you back into him. the front of his thighs meets the back of yours, stinging it red and sizzling with each quick, short rut into your cunt. akaashi gyrates his hips, circling his cock to massage your inner walls with such intimacy that you're all but mewling profanities into the hot air, "f—fuuuck! k-keiji?!"

"tsk." akaashi's kissing along the hard map of your jawline, pressing chaste kisses, "then, do you think toshi should fuck hanako like this...?" his words have a carefree lilt to them as he brings on hand to pinch your cute cunt and make you fuck back into him. "or..."

in a second, you're being manhandled. his grubby, broad palms grab you by your waist to turn you around. you're lying flat on your dinner table now, watery eyes blinking up at your editor's face, "keiji—?"

he's impaling you on his length before you can question, already babbling about his next great idea, "how 'bout this? toshi fucks— hah..." his low-lidded eyes close with a hiss as he sinks back deeper into your inviting warmth. "like- like this?"

you're nodding fervently, "yes, yes." looping your arms around his neck, you're forcing your editor closer to you. his lips are mere centimeters away from you, above you so tantalizing that all you can do is pull him closer and closer and closer. your breath falters against his lips, "th-they can kiss. just like this...?"

uncertainty lingers in the air. sure, matters of the flesh, you can understand. sex is a need, a want, something desired by the two of you. but pressing your mouth to your editor's? that's too much, right? that's crossing a boundary—

akaashi leans down until your lips against pressed to his, until you can feel the taste of the same cheap beer on his lips as is on yours. you're kissing him. he's kissing you back. he groans against you, the sound raw and primal and utterly defenseless, "'s sweet. so sweet."

akaashi keiji has forgone his sanity because his burying his length into your walls and calling it home already, he's kissing you back with a fervour that makes you feel like he's no longer giving you options for your next scene but rather, working on primal desire.

you moan into his mouth, "k-keiji... mhmph—shit you're fucking me— nghh so mean."

"haah— mean? oh, you haven't seen mean, doll." you feel a smirk pull against your lips, his hips snapping into yours even faster. so fast that you feel the rickety dinner table creak and sway under you. your nails rake down his back, your eyes rolling back into your skull as he bludgeons your g-spot with his tip. his pre sloshes inside of you, dripping out of you in deposits of creamy rings that linger as sticky residues between your hot, feverish skin and his.

"kei—! fuck, pleasepleaseplease— ri-right there." you're sinking your nails into his skin, arching your back off of the wooden table in an attempt to touch all of his skin against yours. sweat glistens on both of your skins, faces red and kissbitten. akaashi increases his tempo, filling you to the brim and back with his lengthy, achy cock as he strokes to hit that one spot again and again. your legs wrap around him to trap his length inside you, to keep it buried until he's painting it white with his seed.

"aaah—! c-cum inside. please." your eyes water, pout falling into a mean, short scream as akaashi overstimulates you. his body rubs against yours so deliciously, his hardened muscles rubbing your erect, sensitive nipples with each drag of his body forwards. your walls clench in vain, your stomach drops as an orgasm washes over you for the nth time. you feel akaashi not too behind you, already gasping and panting and failing to keep up his rhythm as his sensitive cock twitches inside your molten grip and sinfully allows for spurts of hit hot, thick essence fill you up.

your head is thrown back at the warm feeling at your apex, eyes tugging shut as akaashi lowers his body weight and lays down on you. his muscles stutter against your soft, pliant skin. instantly, you're wrapping your arms around his neck, letting him nuzzle his face into the crook of your neck. he exhales against your skin, hot and dewy. you both stay just like that — languid, naked and not yet hit with the post-nut clarity. that doesn't last long, though.

immediately, akaashi is lifting his face off of your body, looking at you with eyes as wide as saucers. you meet his gaze with confusion, "uh?"

he's lifting his body weight off of you, oddly and quickly reminded of the way his length is still nestled inside your warm cunt. his gaze averts from you, "uh, so... in my opinion— uh, option one and then option three are good? option two can be saved for later."

you're blinking, suddenly reminded of what had transpired these set of events in the first place. "r-right. yeah. so, um, toshi f-fingers her."

akaashi is pulling out of you, still not holding your gaze, "yup and then they fuck. sounds good."

you're nodding along, sitting up on your table as it whines pathetically at the shift of your weight. you're chewing on your inner cheek, looking at the mess of fluids nestled between the juncture of your thighs so intimately that it dribbles and pools on the wooden surface. you're vaguely aware of the hickeys blossoming your chest and neck. you're so exposed, so vulnerable. instinctively, you wrap an arm around your chest. "so, for toshi and hanako... missionary is better, right?"

"yeah," akaashi's eyes fervently search for his clothes and he's slipping into his pair of jeans as soon as he finds them, "cause then they can kiss."

"yeah, yeah." you're nodding along for the sake of it. "yeah, this sounds good."

he puts his shirt back on, poking his head out of the hole before nodding along. "sounds phenomenal."

"okayyy." you drag your syllables, pressing your thighs together as you feel the liquids between your body grow cold. "uh, I'll get to writing today— tonight."

"great, yeah." akaashi fixes his hair, searching for his glasses somewhere in your living room. "I'll let the management know about the update."

"uh-huh." you're scratching the back of your neck, "so, you're leaving now, right?"

akaashi meets your eyes and hesitates, "uh, yeah. it's late."

"it is." you bite down your bottom lip, "uh, could you get me a tissue? it'll be in my bathroom. inside the cupboard."

he furrows his brows, "tissues...?" his eyes fall to your thighs and suddenly he's tainted red. "right, right. fuck. sorry." he's sprinting to your bathroom and though you know you and your editor have just made things 100x worse in your professional lives, you can't help but laugh at his hurry.

when he comes back, he offers to wipe it off for you. you shake your head, telling him it is unnecessary. he insists and somehow, now the two of you are blushing like teenagers as he fixes the mess he created.

"t-thanks." you pull your thighs shut as soon as he's done, as if you're too scared to show him exactly where he was buried less than an hour ago. he nods, picking himself up and dusting off the imaginary dust on his clothes. "I'll go now."

he's at the door when you're calling out for him. he turns around, his eyes locking onto yours. "yeah?"

the silence hangs in the air longer than either of you are comfortable with. you rub your arm up and down, up and down, up and down. then, you bite your cheek.

"this doesn't change anything between us, right?" and you know it's a dumb question to ask. everything has changed. two hours ago you didn't know the size of akaashi's dick or how good he is with his tongue. now, you do.

"no." he says easily, like it's second nature to him. "you're the mangaka and i'm your editor."

"and do you... do you regret it?" you're asking before you can stop yourself, "t-this?"

you see his adam's apple jump in his throat. he pauses. "uh, no. not really." pink dusts his cheeks, "i mean, i was doing my job as your editor. you're... uh, you're clear with the scene now, right?"

you nod, not letting your disappointment at his sanitized answer show, "yup. okay, so no regrets."

"none." you're surprised at how quick his answer is. you repeat, "none."

akaashi twists the door knob, "y'know if you ever want advice on the other scenes..." his voice trails off and you're already laughing, "yeah, i know just the man to contact."

"send me the chapter when you're done with it."

you nod and watch as he steps out and closes the door behind him. in the silence that akaashi is left behind, you're groaning and slumping back on your table. this was the worst. sure, he said nothing changes but everything changes! was this a one time thing? did he mean it when he said that you could contact him? was it a joke?!

you pick your naked body off with another loud groan. none of it mattered right now. you had a chapter to draft.

two weeks later.

knock, knock, knock.

you open the door to your apartment, confused to see your editor at the door. you had sent him your latest draft.

"i got your draft." he says, stepping in despite not being invited. you lock the door and follow him into your own house, "okay, and...?"

"i have a few revisions." he turns around to face you, his eyes are intense, burning with something in between desire and spontaneity. you swallow, cheeks already heating up at the idea of his revisions. "you could have just let me know over email, keiji."

he steps forward, his eyes following your face like a predator following a prey, "the revisions are better in practical." he brings a hand to your cheek, pulling you closer. his lips hover yours, "i have a few more ideas. do you wanna know?"

and you know that if you nod, if you close the distance between your lips then you two would be entering something you can't come back from. fucking once is a mistake. fucking twice? that's harder to explain — both to yourself and each other.

but you're closing the distance, whispering against his lips, "yeah, tell me."

a.n: NOT PROOFREAD. staring the new year with a BANGGGG (quite literally). also, first time writing for akaashi, did i make him ooc? anyways EDITOR AKAASHI WON'T LEAVE ME ALONE SO HERE IT IS. ENJOY THE FILTH MWUAH MWUAH. old m.list | new m.list

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number neighbour — akaashi. k

𝒂kaashi 𝒌eiji x reader ( smau )

𝒂uthor's 𝒏ote ﹕ just a little halfway break through my event! this has been in my drafts since january 😭 realised halfway through that akaashi's name was 'noncalant' instead of 'nonchalant'.. ignore that also i hc that he'd use full stops and this is lowk trash and ooc but wtv

more in the number neighbour collection

ushijima — chatfic // oikawa — chatfic

BONUS! what was the unsent message? "actually, it reminded me of you because the author said some people find beauty in the most annoying disruptions. i think im starting to see his point."

BRO IM BEING SO DEADASS RN AT THE PART WHEN Y/N SAID 'MEAT THIS GUY' I WAS SUPPOSED TO TYPE MEET BUT MY FINGERS TYPED MEAT INSTEAD 💔💔 FITS SO WELL.. i very impulsively made akaashi say good girl. im sorry. its funny as fuck - and ik i implied reader has medium/long hair. i dont care.

i wanna make this a number neighbour collection/series so lmk through my inbox when reqs are open if u want any other characters with a specific plot, chatfic or smau :D i already have one for ushijima planned in my drafts, although that one's a chatfic (edit - that's out!!)

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[ligayakoart]

Oh my boys I love them

[haikyu-mp4]

cw: period and mentioned pregnancy

your husband thinks he knows you pretty well by now; the only grey zone was the first day of your period. somehow, you always managed to surprise him with something then.

now, as you’re lying in bed, curled up under the duvet and groaning as the pain rolls through you in unpleasant waves, your husband is tiptoeing around you and making sure you have everything you need.

until…

“you did this to me,” you mumbled, catching him off guard in the way you glared at him.

his jaw dropped, and he considered the pros and cons of just agreeing and taking the blame if that made you feel better. “I see…”

“if you got me pregnant, I wouldn’t have my period.”

his lips were now entirely pursed, a small squeak sounding from his throat. he sure would love to get you pregnant, but you both agreed to wait another year.

instead of speaking his thoughts, he came over to your side and stroked your arm comfortingly, urging you to relax so you could sleep it off. “I know, honey. how about I order your favourite pizza for dinner later?”

it might sound like he was talking to a child, but it worked as you scrunched your face up in pain and nodded at the suggestion. “you’re so good to me.”

he lifted his palms and shoulders, thinking to himself hell yes I am. “it’s easy when it’s you, my love.”

it is not. he loves you, but you're going to cause him a heart attack.

asahi, DAICHI, kita, ARAN, osamu, hirugami, ushijima, AKAASHI, kageyama, KAI, takeda, anyone you want<3

[120age-120ace]

2->3

[windsaor]

akaashi x bokuto ♥

insta: @windsaor

[billiereid]

Jealousy: Haikyuu! x Reader

Warnings: Rated X. This content is intended for readers ages 18 years or older. Minors, do not interact.

Featuring: Tetsuro Kuroo. Kenma Kozume. Kotaro Bokuto. Keiji Akaashi. Fem!Reader.

Contains: Posessive behavior. Jealousy. Fingering. Oral sex (F receiving). P in V sex. Edging. Praise. Exhibitionism. Public sex.

Summary: The boys all know that you love them. Your relationship is special and important, and you've never given them any reason to distrust you. But even still, everyone has insecurities. Everyone gets jealous sometimes. Here's how they react when that jealousy starts to flare up over you.

Author's Note: This is written post-timeskip. All characters are written to be adults.

Tetsuro Kuroo

Kuroo is one possessive motherfucker. At least, compared to the rest of the people on this list. 

He’s happy to always let you have your space, your friends, anything you need.

But the moment he feels like another guy might end up in first place?

Absolutely the fuck not.

There was no reason for Kuroo to worry. He knew it. You knew it. But the moment one of your coworkers started giving you a ride home, he decided things were getting a little too friendly. 

And he would never demand 100% of your time, your attention. That just wasn’t the kind of guy Kuroo was, and it wasn’t realistic anyway. You were a person. You deserved to have your friends, your family, your space, your fun. 

But you were his. And he was going to make sure it was drilled into your head before the night was over. 

“Please, Tetsu–” you all but whined. You didn’t know how long you’d been underneath him at this point. Your entire body was flushed with pleasure. You couldn’t think straight, couldn’t even come up with words. You had gotten so close at least a dozen times. A dozen edges that felt like a hundred. 

All because of his hands.

Kuroo had his fingers buried inside you now. He’d had them on your clit just minutes ago, though after edging three times it certainly felt like hours. Now, he had your two favorites stuffed inside you, pressing against all your inner buttons and making your head spin. 

“Aww, baby’s being so patient, aren’t you?” Tetsuro purred on his knees in front of you, his free hand pinning your hips to the bed with a bruising grip. “What do you think, princess? If I let you come right now, ‘re you gonna make a mess all over me?”

You knew what he wanted, knew that he wanted you to squirt. But you had only ever done it once for him, and it was a long time ago, when you were both a little too tipsy to care about having to change the sheets afterward. But now? Now, you weren’t sure if you could. 

“You’re still thinking too much, babygirl,” Kuroo said, his voice low and nurturing despite the filthy squelching sounds that his fingers were making inside your ruined pussy. “Eyes on me, princess.” It was a command disguised as a gentle coaxing. Your eyes, glazed over with pleasure and the effort to hold back your orgasm, finally met Tetsuro’s. “There’s my pretty girl,” he purred. 

The imaginary cord inside of you was wound so tight over and over, and you could tell it was about to snap, permission or no. 

“Whose are you, sweet girl?” Kuroo asked. He needed to hear you say it–to make you say it.

Your eyes widened a little bit as you realized, he really might not let you come. “Tets–”

“I said, whose are you?” he repeated. When you still couldn’t seem to find the words, his eyes darkened in that dominant way that only his could manage. “Answer, or I’ll edge you again.”

The edges of panic crept into your mind. You couldn’t handle being edged again. You were already so sensitive. “Yours! Yours, Tetsuro, I’m yours,” you chanted frantically, hoping that this time he’e actually let you come. 

“That’s fucking right,” Kuroo praised. “Now, come. And make a mess all over this fucking bed.”

Kenma Kozume

Honestly, Kenma’s not usually a jealous person. 

He knows you love him, and you’ve never given him a reason not to trust you.

Just like anyone else, though, there are little insecurities. 

And rather than getting possessive or angry, he just finds himself reminding you of all the reasons you keep him around.

It should’ve been such a simple interaction, really. 

You’d left your wallet on the train when you were on your way home. Someone had found it and had been kind enough to meet up with you in a coffee shop and return it. Kenma had even agreed to go with you, even though there wasn’t much he could’ve done in the way of protecting you. He had seen the entire interaction happen. There was nothing suspicious. You hadn’t even touched the man who came to return your wallet, hadn’t seemed to flirt or even bat your eyes in his direction. 

But he was tall. Extremely tall. Not that it normally mattered. But he also might’ve been handsome to some people, Kenma guessed, and his voice kind of sounded like warm butter when he spoke. And he was so kind, and your smile was so pretty when you looked up at him. But your smile was always pretty, especially when you were looking at Kenma. And it didn’t matter. 

But it did. 

Kenma wasn’t even really aware of what he was doing. But he spent the rest of the day doing whatever you wanted, his entire focus on you. He took you for lunch, then ice cream. He took you to your favorite little used bookstore, and he even stopped for a coffee on the way home.

And now, as the sun was setting outside your shared apartment, he was kneeling on the floor in front of your couch with his lips attached between your thighs. Kenma suckled sweetly on your clit, fingers kneading the squishy plush of your hips. His tongue dipped inside to taste your wetness before his lips returned to your clit. You’re his, you’re his, you’re so his. 

He wasn’t really sure if he was convincing you or himself.

Kenma fully moaned against your pussy as he tasted you, completely enraptured by the sight of your back arching in response to the pleasure he was giving you.. His tongue always made you dizzy. Your hands carded through his hair, continuously brushing it out of his face for him as he devoured you.

“Fuck, that feels so good,” you moaned, your voice barely above a whisper. The desire practically rolled off of you in waves. The buildup was completely delicious, making time seem to slow down around you. 

“So good… So perfect…” you told Kenma, looking down at him between your thighs. Your voice was husky, dripping with your need, and the words poured out of your mouth before your brain could even think to stop them. Not that you would’ve stopped him anyway. Kenma was perfect, and you were going to let him know that. 

Kenma whimpered under your praise, his tongue flickering over your clit in that way he knows you love so much. Your back arched again–fuck, you were pretty when you did that. 

“Baby… please, don’t stop…” you begged, your voice little more than a breathy moan as you got closer to that high you needed so badly. 

But he pulled his lips away. Your head fell back against the sofa cushions, and you let out an extended whine. “Not yet,” Kenma said, his breathing heavy and his voice raspy. You watched him let his pants and boxers fall to the floor, his dick hard and aching like you’d never seen before. 

You whimpered again at the sight. “Kenma,” you whined, “I was so close.”

“I said, not yet,” Kenma said again. His cock slid through your folds, coating himself in your liquid arousal. “This pussy is mine. And I’ll do what I want with it.”

Kotaro Bokuto

When Bokuto gets jealous, he just gets unbelievably sad. 

He’s not usually a possessive guy.

But he just loves having all of your attention. 

So sometimes, when you’ve had your attention on another guy, he just needs to be reminded that you love him, too.

Was he fucking pouting? 

You’d been out with your boyfriend all day, seemingly having a good time. And then you struck up an extended conversation with the barista at your local coffee shop, someone you’d become very friendly with because of your frequent visits. He’s a little too cute for Bokuto’s comfort. 

Really, he wasn’t trying to be short with you. It was just a few comments that came out harsher than he intended. Some indifference here, some feigned boredom there. It was a recipe for disaster, you thought. And you couldn’t figure out why. You’d been having a perfectly normal day together. Actually, it was one of the better days, because there was no practice, no travel. Just the two of you, going out grocery shopping.

It wasn’t until after you got home that you realized what exactly was going on. When you were watching TV, Bokuto laid his head in your lap, his arms clinging to your waist, his face buried into your stomach. You laced your fingers into his hair and called him cute, and you saw the tiny, proud smile that he tried to hide by nestling further into your belly.

That was how you ended up here. 

You straddled Kotaro’s lap, his cock buried inside you to the hilt. He was sitting on the bed, his back propped up against the headboard. “Fuck, you feel so good,” you said, starting to move your hips in your need to relieve the pressure low in your belly. “You fit me so perfectly.”

Bokuto’s hands gripped your waist, fingers digging into the soft flesh on your hips. He couldn’t take his eyes off of you as you rode him, your pace slow and deliberate, as if making some sort of point. But fuck you were so gorgeous, your tits bouncing ever so slightly as you rode. Your hands perched on his shoulders to keep your balance. Your eyebrows pinched together. Your lip was caught between your teeth. Tiny little whimpers were escaping your lungs. Everything about you was so beautiful and gorgeous, and you were undeniably his and–

Oh, he thought. 

But the thought didn’t stop him, didn’t make him falter for even a second. His hips started rising to meet yours with every thrust, forcing you to ride him faster. “That’s it,” Kotaro said through his teeth, one of his strong hands sliding up your side and gripping your breast. “That’s it. Keep goin’, yeah? Keep fuckin’ yourself on my cock.”

Bokuto’s lewd ramblings made you dizzy as his dick hit just the right spot inside you and kept hitting it. You let out absolutely the most sinful moan as you got closer to the high you wanted, the one you needed him to give you. “Fuck, don’t stop… Need more,” you moaned, leaning your forehead against his. 

“I’m not stopping. You close?,” Bokuto says, still flexing his hips to fuck up into you, forcing his own pace over the two of you. You nod in answer. “Yeah, that’s it. Come for me. That’s my girl.”

Keiji Akaashi

Akaashi is an overthinker. 

So while he isn’t necessarily jealous or possessive, he definitely does overthink things a lot.

And he isn’t afraid to call you out when he thinks you’re being a little too friendly with someone else.

Not that he thinks you would ever leave him. He’s just going to remind you why.

Thinking back on it, you could see why Akaashi did what he did. 

You’d been out to dinner. Not just any dinner. Your anniversary dinner. He had made a reservation. You’d gotten dressed up. He was ready to wine and dine you all evening, to spoil you all night the way you deserved.

And then he showed up.

Some guy you’d gone on a couple of dates with before Keiji was even in the picture happened to see you from across the room. And the idiot had the audacity to come speak to you like Akaashi wasn’t even there. 

And he wasn’t angry at you. God, no. Akaashi let you handle things your way. You were short in your responses, and when you finally introduced Keiji as your boyfriend and mentioned it was your anniversary, the guy finally left the two of you alone for the night. 

It didn’t stop him from overthinking the entire evening though. 

If things had been the other way around, if one of his exes had shown up on your anniversary date, he would’ve told her she was ruining his date. He would’ve said she needed to learn to read the room. He would’ve kissed you right in front of her for good measure. 

He supposed that wasn’t what would’ve actually happened. And he supposed you probably just didn’t want to make a scene in the middle of the restaurant. So he wasn’t really angry with you. God, he was never angry with you, especially once you flashed him that pretty smile…

After dinner, he brought you out to the parking lot, supposedly to drive you home. But he smirked and guided you into the backseat, where he pulled you onto his lap and kissed you like you were the only oxygen in the entire world.

It wasn’t long until you were a tangle of limbs and tongues and teeth. Akaashi had pulled your dress and bra down, your pebbled nipple caught in his mouth. He had pulled his cock out of his pants and shoved it inside you, pushing your panties aside and thrusting into you in one fell swoop. 

God, you were pretty like this. You were pretty always, Keiji couldn’t deny that. But your face was heated from the pleasure. Your dress was hiked up around your waist. One of your tits was hanging out of your dress. And fuck you felt so good wrapped around him, your hands perched on his shoulders as you awkwardly rode him in the back seat of his car. 

“Keiji…” you whined, the tone of your voice betraying just how good it felt to have him inside you. “I’m… so… close…”

Akaashi only hummed his approval against your nipple. He wouldn’t dare stop now. Not when you were right on the cusp of coming on him in the middle of this parking garage. Fuck, you were so hot. He kept rolling his hips to meet yours as you rode him, his tongue delicately swirling around your nipple. 

What you didn’t see was Akaashi locking eyes with the man who interrupted your date earlier. Your eyes were screwed shut and your head was thrown back in as you reached your peak. So your ex knew it was you, but you never got a chance to see him. 

As the guy walked away, Akaashi let go of your nipple and replaced his mouth with his hand, his thumb circling your peak. “That’s it,” he whispered. “That’s my girl.”