Reader:F Character:Keiji Akaashi & Kōtarō Bokuto Rating:E Summary: Akaashi looked sleek in his suit, all black with small accents of yellow. He sighed as he scanned the room for you. He found no sight of you and sighed to himself, you must be busy backstage. With Bokuto. Because he wasn’t on stage with the rest of the band. Warning:Smut, Polyam, Reverse Cowgirl, Cunnilingus, Pregnant Reader, Pregnancy Kink, Jazz AU Ask Box: Open|Check Out ThreadytoGoDesign|Join me on Patreon
Akaashi looked sleek in his suit, all black with small accents of yellow. He sighed as he scanned the room for you. He found no sight of you and sighed to himself, you must be busy backstage. With Bokuto. Because he wasn’t on stage with the rest of the band.
He straightened his tie, as walked through the club as the next song played. There weren’t many jazz clubs left in Tokyo, but the ones that remained were often filled. Old men with young waitresses and up and coming bands.
Akaashi slinked past tables and go to the back of the club. The saxophone played high on stage mixed with the piano, drums and trumpet. No one would notice him slipping into backstage.
Once he got far enough away from the stage, down the narrow hallway of the backrooms, thats when he heard the rough moans and high gasps of two people in the furthest room. Akaashi sighed and pushed his hair out of his eyes before he with quick feet got down the hall and opened the door to the room.
Inside was you and Bokuto, and Bokuto inside of you. You were in his lap on the couch with you blouse open, your bra pulled down, and your six month pregnant belly in fully display. And of course your maternity underwear pushed to the side to give Bokuto easy access to you. Your skirt and blouse were a crumpled mess on the floor.
Akaashi sighed, “Ko.” He pinched the bridge of his nose, “You weren’t on stage tonight.” And entered the room, slamming the door behind him. Might as well give the pregnant woman some decency.
You got off of Bokuto’s lap with a huff and dropped down beside him. You rubbed your belly idly, “You guys have been away on tour, I missed both of you.”
“And it couldn’t wait till we all got home?” Akaashi said as he eyed your pregnant body. He knew that Bokuto had a liking for your new figure, but Akaashi enjoyed the sight of your large breasts and the brat you carried. There was a 50% chance it was his anyway so maybe he shouldn’t call it a brat.
You pouted, “I wasn’t able to serve drinks when I saw him roll up his sleeves, you know what his forearms do to me.”
Akaashi took off his suit jacket, hung it up over the chair and rolled up his sleeves, “I know, I have the ultrasound in my wallet that clearly explains what his forearms do to you.” He walked up to you and rubbed your bump, “You have to be gentle, I’d hate for our baby to be premature because you two couldn’t behave.”
You leaned forward, and pulled on Akaashi’s tie, “But you want a taste of mama don’t you?”
Akaashi could hear the climax of the song hit, and he knew he didn’t have much time before the band came back to pack up for the night. He pulled away from you and patted you on the head the way an owner would a dog.
“I’ll just observe tonight, seem you two already started without me.” He walked over to the vanity and turned the chair to face the couch. He grabbed a beer from the mini fridge and sat down. He crossed one leg over the other and opened the beer. He looked at the both of you, his gaze lingered on your bump and swollen breasts, “Get to it, the climax of the song just happened.”
You peeled off your panties, exposing your wet cunt. You gave Akaashi a smart look before you rolled back over onto Bokuto’s lap.
The dark haired man took a sip then said, “I want her facing, I wanna see that that beautiful face of hers.” He smirked as he heard you huff.
“Pregnant lady here.” You retorted as you sat in Bokuto’s lap. You faced Akaashi with your knees on the couch on either side of Bokuto and you took off your bra. Exposing your beautiful pregnant body to Akaashi. You seated yourself on Bokuto’s tacky cock.
Bokuto’s strong hands splayed across your bump, stretch marks ran up your belly, it was only a matter of time before you popped. The silver haired man started to thrust up into you.
You placed your hands on your knees and started to move up and down on Bokuto’s cock. Soon your hands found your bump. You rubbed it as you moved up and down, picking up where you left off.
Akaashi sipped his beer, it was the cheap stuff from the corner store. His cock strained in his pants, his naked partner riding his other partner. Quite the sight.
You deeply exhaled and grumbled, “Kōtarō, you woke up the baby.” You ran your hands along the curve of your belly as you continued to ride him. The music on stage was distant, but still heard through the thin walls of the change room.
Bokuto smoothed his hands across your belly, feeling his child inside of you. No one really knows the father, you both fucked these two men often and with many rounds. Either the kid was gonna be a silver haired hyper active little thing or dark hair with knowing eyes and the ability to talk out of any situation.
Akaashi continued to drink his cheap beer as you and Bokuto moved against one another. Your belly shook with each thrusts and your breasts were shiny with a thin layer of sweat. You two must’ve been at it for a while.
“My perverted partners.” Akaashi sighed, “Couldn’t wait till we got home. I bet you seduced him didn’t you, baby?” He asked you, “He saw that tight skirt and the heavy belly and knew he had to have you. It’s not fair to to tease Ko like that.”
“Hey, c’mon!” Bokuto chirped, “I wanted to feel my baby mama. She’s all plush and sexy.” He groaned as he hands found purchase on your hips and he started to move his hips faster.
Akaashi finished the rest of the beer and crushed the can in his hand. He listened carefully over the huffs, moans and groans of you and Bokuto to hear that the band was doing an encore. He smirked to himself, “Well, seems like they’re popular tonight.” He got up and rolled up his sleeves further.
“Keiji.” You groaned, you cupped your belly from the bottom. You looked beautiful under the yellow light of the backroom. You moans and deep breaths, the shudder through your body as waves of pleasure lapped over you.
“Beautiful.” Akaashi growled.
He got down on his knees, to your stuffed cock and held your thighs open. He went straight to your clit. He started to lick at your aching sex. After all you were his baby mama too. And since you three still had time before the rest of the band came back, he could wring you of every orgasm you had.
Your pregnant body could handle the pleasure. After all pleasure is good fro keeping a mama happy. And Akaashi was in the business of keeping you happy.
“She’s beautiful.”
“She’s ours.”
The first orgasm hit, then the second, the the third. Your eyes rolled back as the third orgasm hit. Both Akaashi and Bokuto’s hands were on your belly, feeling you as Bokuto fucked into you and Akaashi pleasured your cunt.
You felt full in every sense of the word. Both men at your sexual disposal in this moment, making your orgasms seem like an easy thing to make you have. You could curse them if you could have a coherent thought that wasn’t centred around the feeling in your body.
“That’s our girl.” Bokuto chirped, “Fuck you’re so tight around me. How are you gonna push my baby out? Guess we gotta loosen you up a bit.”
Akaashi nipped your over stimulated clit then said, “We have time.”
“Fuck, I’m close.’ Bokuto groaned. The band was coming to a close and as the silver haired man continued to fuck you wildly, you were just as much as their disposal as they were yours.
Bokuto gripped your bump as he gave you a few more heavy thrusts. Then he spurted cum into your aching pussy. He threw his head back and groaned, his eyes rolled back a little.
Once he started to come down from his high, he flopped his arms against the couch as his now useless cock stayed inside of you. Akaashi gave you one final orgasm and as the last song hit its second climax you finished on Bokuto’s cock. Soaking him and the couch with your wetness.
When Akaashi was done, he sat on the hardwood floor of the room and looked up at your swollen belly and puffy, abused cunt. He reached out and touched taunt skin. You were an insatiable woman.
You whimpered and carefully got off of Bokuto’s cock. You sat on the leather couch, your wet pussy against the warm leather as you sat there with your hands on your bump.
The audience clapped and Akaashi got up, “Alright.” He said, “Let’s get you two cleaned up and air out the room before the rest of them make comments. And no more fucking in the room, it’s a shared room.”
You rolled your eyes, “Yes, sir. Now help me up, I can’t get off the couch… Baby bump.”
Akaashi smiled and rubbed your bump, “Of course, and don’t think I’m not finished with the both of you.”
Reader:F Character:Keiji Akaashi Rating:E Summary: “Do you remember how we met?” Akaashi asked as he laid in bed with you, his hand trailed down your arm as he kissed your nose, “Do you even think about how one moment changed the course of our lives.” Warning:Smut, Fluff, Gentle Sex, Kissing Ask Box: Open|Check Out ThreadytoGoDesign|Join me on Patreon
“Do you remember how we met?” Akaashi asked as he laid in bed with you, his hand trailed down your arm as he kissed your nose, “Do you even think about how one moment changed the course of our lives.”
“All the time.” You said as you curled up closer to him and kissed his chin.
It was your second year, you were the new transfer student at the school and were more nervous than anything. Fukurōdani Academy was unlike your old school, everything seemed much more grander.
But all you had to do was pass your classes with minimal damage and graduate. However, that was unlikely on your first day. You were walking to go sit outside for lunch and with your head down you suddenly bumped into someone much taller.
“Are you okay?” You heard and looked up. Big golden eyes looked down at you with worry.
“Um, yeah I’m okay!” You chirped as you tried to back up but as the stranger tried to reach out for you, he dropped his cup fo mango juice all over the front of your uniform shirt.
You were approached by a second person, “Oh, Bokuto-san. You got her covered in juice.” He had dark eyes and dark hair. He pulled you away from the puddle that had formed. Your eyes met for the first time and you felt heat rise to your cheeks.
You jumped back and yelped as you slipped on the puddle of juice. You laid there sprawled out on the ground. You felt some embarrassed, you expected the boys to laugh at you but instead the boy with the dark eyes, leaned over and helped you up.
“Let’s get you cleaned up before Bokuto does anymore damage. I’m Keiji Akaashi, he is Kōtarō Bokuto. Let us help.” He gave you a small smile, “And don’t worry, no one else saw you fall.”
“Promise not to tell anyone.” You said as you looked down at your interlocked fingers with Akaashi.
“It’ll be our secret. Now, can I check if you hit your head on your fall?”
And that was how you met Keiji Akaashi, and somehow all the years later you were together. Living in Tokyo, working, loving and being together. All because of an incident with mango juice.
“What a day.” You chuckled.
Akaashi continued to kiss you, he rolled you onto the bed. His hands found your breasts and rubbed them over your t-shirt, which was actually his t-shirt. He smiled down at you before he took his glasses off and continued to play with you.
You giggled as your nipples started to poke through your t-shirt. Soon enough you got it off, “I think about that day almost every day. If it wasn’t for some mango juice and Bokuto’s butter fingers, we would’ve never met.”
“I’m just glad you didn’t hit your head, I would’ve hated to have to see you in the nurse’s office.” He sighed as he leaned in for another kiss as his hands roamed your thighs, “You’re too beautiful to be hurt like that.”
You chuckled into the kiss, “Sweet talker.” You wiggled your shorts off as then brought your hands up to his cheeks and held them as you made out, your bodies pressed together as you laid there in nothing but panties.
You knew where this was going. You kisses were sweet and tender, just like the love you often made. While kink was fun, sometimes it was nice to be gentle with one another.
You combed your fingers through his hair as he continued to feel up your bare body while you made out. The kisses were sweet, soft, but hungry for more. Especially since you were bare under him.
When he pulled away, he pulled off his shirts and slipped off his boxers. Then he went to your panties. He licked his lips as he ran his hands down your thighs as he leaned back over you.
He placed your legs around his waist as he soon guided his cock inside of you. He groaned into the kiss as he slipped inside of you, his cock stretched you open as he inched his cock further inside of you. He started to rut against you, his hands on your hips as he moved you up and down on his cock in time with his thrusts.
You continued to kiss you, your kisses became make outs. Sloppy and wet between you two. You groaned into the kiss and he shuddered against you as pleasure traced up his spine.
“Fuck, I love you.” He groaned, “You’re perfect.” And then cupped your face for a moment with one hand while his other was on your hips. He was still fucking into you with warmth and passion but not in rough in the slightest.
He pushed hair out of your eyes and smiled down at you, “You’re so gorgeous, I don’t know what to do half the time. You’re just too good to be true. I’m a better man every day because I met you.”
“Oh, Akaashi.” You smiled, “I love you.”
“And I love you. You make me feel so good, you’re perfect.” He groaned as he put both hands back on your hips and leaned back. His pace went quicker, his hard cock brushed up against you as he moved against you.
You two were gentle with each other as you moved. In perfect harmony after years together, it was a sight for the both of you. Truly in love and so perfect for another. That didn’t mean you never fought, but you always resolved the issue. No matter what.
“My beloved.” He sighed.
“My Keiji.” You responded as you linked your fingers with his as he continued to thrust into you with just his hips. You met his pace and moved with him, you felt pleasure swirl in your gut.
It wasn’t long before you tightened your legs around his waist, your thighs squeezed around his toned body as he continued to thrust inside of you. Your hands linked together as you moved.
“Fuck.” He groaned, “Perfect.”
You both came in unison, you panting breaths mixed together. He let out a sharp groan through his teeth as he finished inside of you, your pussy tight around him. You let out a whimper of a noise, your legs tight around him.
When he finished, he exhaled deeply and carefully took your legs off around him. He got tissues to clean up his mess and carefully gave you aftercare. Even if it was gentle, soft sex. When he was done, he laid beside you and captured you in his arms.
He kissed you on the crook of your neck and smiled against your heated skin. He chuckled, “To mango juice.” And gave you another kiss on your warmed skin.
You chuckled, “To mango juice.” You flipped over to face him, you cupped his face, still warmed from sex, “And our love. My favourite person in the entire world.” Then kissed him on the lips.
request: Hiii! I just found your blog and I just want to say that I love it so much!! I thinking maybe you could write some headcanons of sugawara and akaashi w/ a shy and very inexperienced s/o (nsfw please, if you’re comfortable with writing that!!) Thank you so much! (//∇//)
a/n: i may have went a lil overboard with suga but i’m sorry, i just love him ok lmao
sugawara
- suga is your first everything
- your first boyfriend. your first kiss. your first love. and now, your first time
- it’s something you and him have been silently anticipating for awhile
- but he wanted to wait until you were fully comfortable and ready for it, and you did too
- but as you are currently straddling his lap on the couch, his lips glued to yours in a messy kiss while his hands find their way under your shirt, lightly grazing your sides
- you know you’re finally ready
“suga.” you say, pulling away from the kiss.
“hm?” he hums, his eyes meeting yours as he patiently waits for you to continue.
“i-i want you. i’m ready.” you say almost too softly for him to even process what you just said. but he does process it and his eyebrows raise in shock.
“are you sure?” he questions and you nod in response. he looks at you for a moment before giving you a quick kiss as he picks you up. your legs wrap tightly around his torso and your arms losely around his neck, then he takes you into his bedroom.
he doesn’t want you losing your most precious gift on a dingy old couch, and would much rather do it in the comfort of his bed, hence him taking you there. he lays you gently on your back, you just looking up at him nervously. you don’t want to be nervous, but you can’t help it. you’ve heard so many varying stories of how losing your virginity could go terribly wrong, or beautifully right and you are truly hoping for the latter. suga notices your worried expression and frowns.
“are you sure you want to do this y/n? there’s no pressure, really.” he says softly.
“no i want to, trust me i do. i’m just nervous. i mean, you’ve done this before. plenty of times. what if i’m just not as good? what if i can’t satisfy you?” you admit.
“what? y/n, no. please don’t think like that. it doesn’t matter how much experience i’ve had, nor how much you’ve had. what matters is how much i care about you, which is enough to make this better than anything i’ve ever done.” suga reassures you and you smile. the boy always has such a way with his words.
“you’re right. i’m just in my head too much and i think the anticipation of waiting is making it worse so can we just…” you trail off and suga knows exactly what you were going to say.
“right, sorry.” he chuckles before leaning in to kiss you again. your back is on the bed, with suga hovering above you. he kisses you gently, making sure not to be too rough so that you feel safe, and it works. his body is placed in between your legs and you can feel yourself get hotter as you feel suga growing harder, lightly and subconsciously jutting his hips against you.
you find yourself accidentally moaning into the kiss and you swear you feel suga smirk, which makes you slightly embarrassed. but at this point you don’t care. you want to be moaning for him. you want to be a moaning mess for him and only him. he slowly breaks the kiss away from your lips, moving it down your jaw, then to your neck. you knew your neck was sensitive but once suga’s lips were against it, you realized the severity of that sensitivity. a soft moan of suga’s name leaves your lips and his whole body goes stiff before he pulls away to look at you.
“you sound so pretty.” he says sweetly and you can’t help but shy away at his words, hiding your face with your hands.
“hey, nuh uh. let me see your face.” he chuckles and you comply with his orders. “much better.” he mumbles before reattaching his lips to your neck. he works there for awhile, sucking and nipping at the skin. surely leaving a bruise that you would have to figure out how to cover up the next day. then he pulls away and begins taking your shirt off. within seconds the thin piece of clothing is off your body and on the floor, and suga is back to sucking marks onto your skin. this time on the exposed parts of your chest, and the whimpers you’re providing him are giving him quite the satisfaction. he skillfully reaches behind your back and unclaspes your bra, then tosses the article to the side just as he did your shirt. you’re amazed at the lack of effort in this trick of his, but not given the time to bring attention to it before suga’s mouth is sucking softly on your nipple. you hum at the new sensation, and smile at how peaceful suga looks as he does his work.
“you’re so cute.” you say and suga just looks up at you and smiles, your nipple still in his mouth which makes you laugh. even while pleasuring you suga doesn’t fail to put a smile on your face and you love that. a few more seconds of nipple sucking and soft moaning goes on before suga moves on and starts kissing his way down your body.
your whole body tingles as he gets closer to the area between your legs, your eyes watching him closely. he slides down the shorts you’re wearing with ease, you helping him get them off your ankles. he then looks up at you, the expression on his face looking as though he’s asking for permission. with your permission, he takes your underwear off aswell, instantly fully erect at the sight of your bare core.
“fuck” he mumbles under his breath, wasting no time in getting a taste of you. his tongue is warm and soft against your sensitive area, and it feels good. so good. you moan out suga’s name and grip onto his hair, a little too hard at the sudden sensation. “shit, sorry.” you groan, feeling your face get hot. “don’t be, i liked it.” suga smirks and you roll your eyes, forgetting that your boyfriend has quite a kinky side that you haven’t gotten to tap into yet. but that’s quickly forgotten as he continues to lick your sweet spot. tongue fucking you for a little, then sucking on your clit. a nice little rotation that was driving you insane and just when you thought it couldn’t get better, he sticks a finger inside of you.
“holy shit.” you gasp, and again you swear you can feel suga smirking against you but you don’t care, he’s earned his right to smirk. you find yourself grinding your hips against suga’s tongue and fingers, desperate to reach your high and suga clearly notices. he helps you out by adding a second finger and focusing his mouth just on your clit, which makes the most obscene noise leave your mouth.
“hm, you’re close aren’t you?” suga asks, pulling his fingers out of you slowly. you groan at the sudden lack of contact.
“well i was.” you say shortly, somewhat annoyed that you were just robbed of your release.
“don’t be mad bunny. i just want you to cum with my dick inside of you, not my fingers.” suga grins and your stomach churns. the way he had just said something so dirty with the most wholesome smile on his face did something to you, and you’re sure that was his intention. he pulls off his pants and boxers, his hard member slapping softly against his stomach. this isn’t the first time you’ve seen it but it still takes you by surprise as you watch him put on a condom and the urge to feel it inside of you takes over.
“please suga, i need it. now.” you beg, desperate to feel something again after the tease that suga just gave you.
“hm, what a good girl. begging for me and i didn’t even ask you to.” he smiles before slowly inserting himself into you. you both moan at the wave of pleasure that rushes over you while he slides himself all the way in. suga places one hand on the headboard to steady himself and uses the other to rub your clit with his thumb. his thrusts are slow enough for you to get used to his size without hurting you, but deep enough to make you moan desperately.
“mm, suga. you feel so good.” you sigh, your eyes shut in pleasure, head thrown back against the pillow and your mouth agape letting out more moans. this image alone makes it nearly impossible for suga not to bust right then and there but he holds back, wanting to make you climax first. he continues to rub your clit while simultaneously beginning to speed up his thrusts, earning positive feedback with your noises. he does this for another minute or two while also alternating between kissing you and your neck. before you know it, you’re gripping the sheets and arching your back off the bed, the most intense wave of pleasure coming over you as you quickly reach your orgasm. you’ve made yourself orgasm plenty of times before, but never like this.
“fuck suga, oh my god.” you breathe out, attempting to regain your composure while suga is beginning to lose his.
“that was so hot, you’re so hot.” his voice shakes and you can tell he’s close by how sloppy his thrusts are getting. he gets a few more pumps in before pulling out, yanking the condom off, and cumming all over your stomach with a deep moan of your name. his fingers grip onto your waist as he releases, and you watch the pretty face he makes as he begins to come back down.
suga collapses down beside you. “sheesh, i don’t think i’ve cum that hard ever.” he chuckles, wiping the sweat from his forehead.
“yeah, me either.” you giggle, your mind still hazy from your own orgasm.
“hm, i’m glad. i hope i was able to make your first time meet your expectations.” suga says sweetly.
“oh baby, you exceeded them.”
akaashi
- you and akaashi have done sexual things before
- but you just haven’t been ready to fully go all the way yet, and akaashi is completely ok with that
- he’s patient and respects that you need time despite secretly wanting to just fully let go whenever you guys do anything sexual
- but he knows you’re a virgin and is aware that you’re a bit shy in regards to that
- so he doesn’t pressure you, not in the slightest which you appreciate deeply
- but one day your mindset completely changes and you’re just about ready to risk it all
you’re watching akaashi closely on the court. he’s doing amazing in today’s game. all of his sets are landing perfectly, helping the team earn some powerful spikes and rack up points. although you swore you were paying attention to the whole team, the truth is your eyes were glued to akaashi the whole time. something was hitting different about him today. maybe the way he was glowing with sweat from going all out? the way he was exuding confidence on the court after his team kept making points? you don’t know, but what you do know is that you want him and you want him now.
but unfortunately that can’t happen, so you patiently wait for the game to finish before you meet up with your exhausted yet triumphant boyfriend.
“great job today babe.” you say embracing the boy in a big hug, wrapping your arms around his neck while he gently rests his around your waist.
“haha thank you y/n, i’m drenched in sweat though. you never hug me when i’m sweaty like this.” he says with a raised eyebrow, wondering why the sudden change.
“honestly just needed to touch you.” you admit more to yourself than you do to him.
“oh?” he says noticing the look in your eyes. he’s seen that look before. the look you give because you’re too shy to say ‘fuck me.’
“so you really enjoyed watching me out there today huh?” he smiles, now knowing exactly what you want without you having to say a word.
“mhmm.” you hum, waiting for him to take the initiative as he usually does.
“i’ll take care of you when we get home.” he whispers into your ear and a shiver runs down your spine, you couldn’t wait.
the ride home seems antagonizingly long, but finally you arrive to yours and akaashi’s shared apartment. as soon as you’re within the doors of your home, the two of you are all over each other. lips attaching messily, tongue involved in no time. hands. hands everywhere. both of you feeling each other up, eager to feel the other’s touch. somehow you make it safely to the bedroom with no trips or stumbles, never disconnecting the kiss until you plop yourself down onto the bed, akaashi doing the same next to you.
“so what do you want? the usual? you want me to eat you out?” akaashi asks breathlessly.
“um, actually akaashi…” you trail off, a bit nervous to tell him what you want.
“what is it babe?” he asks, concern spreading over his face.
“i want to go all the way this time. i want you to take my virginity.” you say bluntly. akaashi’s mouth gapes open slightly at your words. he has been waiting for this day for who knows how long, and now that it’s here? he has no clue what to do with himself.
“are you sure?” is all he mutters.
“i’m one hundred percent positive.” you assure him.
he smiles at you cutely before kissing you again. slowing down the tempo now that he knows this will be a bit more of a serious ordeal. you like the slowness of the kiss though, feeling his lips pressing gently against yours while his hands rest on your hips. it gives you butterflies.
akaashi temporarily stops the kiss to move you farther up onto the bed so now your head is resting on the pillows. he wants you to be as comfortable as possible and figures this will help.
“comfortable?” he asks, just to make sure and you nod. he then takes off his shirt and you follow his lead, removing yours too. then goes your pants, and your underwear, and the two of you are left completely naked.
you blush at the sight of your boyfriend. you realize you’ve never seen him fully naked. you’ve either seen him with his shirt off, or with his pants off while you gave him head. but never at the same time. and he’s never seen you fully naked either. either with your shirt off, or your bottoms off. never both. so you both just take a moment to soak in the sights in front of you.
“you’re so stunning.”
“you’re so handsome.”
the two of you speak in unison and laugh at the coincidence.
“no seriously though y/n, you’re insanely beautiful.” akaashi says, scanning over your body.
“hm, thank you baby.” you hum and a huge grin takes over your face, and akaashi’s as well.
he then starts kissing your neck. leaving soft small pecks all over the exposed skin. that was his favorite thing to do because it tickles so you always giggle a little bit. half giggle, half moan, and he thinks it’s the cutest thing ever.
“i know foreplay is important, but if i don’t fuck you now i’m not gonna make it.” akaashi admits agaist your neck, still placing kisses.
“that’s ok.” you laugh, “i’m already wet enough anyway.” you confess.
“shit, you are.” akaashi groans as he pulls away to peak at your pussy, which was currently glistening with your wetness. “that’s hot.” he mumbles more to himself than to you but you still smile anyway.
“are you sure you’re ready?” he asks again.
“i told you, i’m positive.” you reassure him.
with that, he positions himself at your entrance. his eyes are locked on your face, wanting to see your reaction as it goes in. he pushes himself in at a slow pace. a pace that would have been irritating to anyone with more experience, but for you it was perfect because the stretch you feel is very new. it hurts a little, but watching akaashi’s face and hearing his soft moan as he thrusts himself into you makes it all worth it.
“shit.” he groans once he’s all the way inside and you moan too, him hitting a spot that made your whole body tingle.
“right there, do that again akaashi.” you say and he does exactly that, earning another rich moan from your lips. he smiles at your noise, secretly trying to hold himself back from cumming just from that.
he continues to slowly thrust into you, purposely aiming to hit the spot that you like so much just so he can keep hearing your moans. he then watches you as you place your fingers on your clit, rubbing it expertly. his cock twitches at the view in front of him. you with your legs wide open with him deep inside you as you desperately rub yourself, looking up at him innocently. a complete contradiction to what the two of you are currently doing. and just as he thinks you can’t make it any harder for him not to cum you moan,
“akaashi, please go faster.” and he nearly passes out.
though he does not, and gives you exactly what you asked for. his thrusts increase in speed but he maintains his deep aim into your g spot and you feel yourself begin to tremble. he just watches in awe, knowing that you’re getting close to your limit.
“i-i’m close.” you moan, legs beginning to tighten around akaashi’s waist where you currently had them wrapped.
“cum for me y/n, please cum for me.” he says, partly wanting you to cum for your own pleasure and partly because he’s quite literally about to explode.
he can tell you’re there by the way your trembling gets slightly more aggressive and your moans get quite a bit louder and more consistent, and this brings him over the edge too. he quickly pulls out of you and cums on the bedsheets next to your body, the two of you panting as you come down from your highs.
“my god akaashi, if i would have known it’d be that good i would’ve asked you to take my virginity forever ago” you say and he laughs before showering your face in kisses.
synopsis: you come home to akaashi’s final letter to you, ending your 5 year relationship with the beautiful novelist.
author’s note: chapter sixteen of ellie and i’s “the last five years” au collab. AH last chapter from me (official last chapter of this series is the next from ellie^^),,,,i had such an fun time working with ellie on this, it was honor to collaborate with her. i hope you all have enjoyed this series so far and this (short) chapter too, thank you <3
don’t kiss me goodbye again
leave this night clean and quiet
you were outside your apartment, hands pulling at akaashi’s hair, tugging him down to roughly kiss him with passion. his dainty and nimble hands roamed your body, one hand gripping your waist and pulling you close, the other placed on the back of your neck to further deepen said kiss. after what seemed like hours just making out (when in reality it was more like 20 seconds) you pulled away, a string of saliva connecting the two of you, your forehead leaning against his as you panted for air, looking deep into his addictive pretty blue eyes.
you want the last word, you want me to laugh but leave it for now
both of you began walking down the stairs, him walking one step ahead of you but still facing your way, a smirk on his face when he licked his bottom lip, making you roll your eyes and smack his shoulder lightly. “all you can say, all you can feel, was wrapped up inside that one perfect kiss, leave it at that. i’ll watch you turn the corner and go…” you told him, reaching the bottom of the stairs and seeing him turn away slightly to start leaving. before he could, you grabbed his wrist, pulling him in to hold him; his arms immediately wrapping around your frame and breathing in the familiar scent of you hair.
“goodbye until tomorrow, akaashi. goodbye until the next time you call and i will be waiting, you hear?”
he chuckled, pushing your hair out of your face. “i hear you, alright. trust me, you don’t need to wait though, i can barely get enough of you, beautiful.” you let him go reluctantly, shyly waving bye to him.
goodbye until tomorrow, goodbye ‘til i recall how to breathe
and i have been waiting, i have been waiting for you!
you always felt like you stood on a precipice, struggling to keep your balance. it was hard for you to enter a relationship and give your trust, to become vulnerable with someone truly. it was a difficult task for you to do, and whenever you finally gave yourself to a person, they left you, so you were scared to do that with anyone nowadays. but, with akaashi, you felt yourself opening yourself up one stitch at a time, showing him more of yourself than anyone else has seen.
and he accepted you, he cut through your strings and opened your wings. it was a wild concept, because with him you felt like you were flying despite falling deeper and deeper in love with him. it was like you waited your whole life to meet this perfect person, just waiting for him to show up. and he was yours, the man of your dreams was your boyfriend and you wouldn’t wish for anything different, because you would go through all the pain from your previous relationships if it meant he would still be yours in the end.
because honestly, it felt like akaashi keiji rescued you.
synopsis: on a trip to your parents’ house for akaashi to meet them, you also take a trip down memory lane as well
author’s note: chapter fourteen of ellie and i’s “the last five years” au collab. HHHHH i love this chapter, hope you enjoy it too <3
my best friend had a little situation at the end of our senior year
and like a shot, she and mitchell got married that summer
you sat in the passenger seat of akaashi’s black convertible, the wind ruining your perfectly done hair; even though your parents would probably scold you on looking so improper you couldn’t seem to care about that at all in the moment. you had your senior yearbook out, telling your boyfriend about your old friend who got knocked up in high school.
“carolann was getting bigger literally every minute, you wouldn’t believe how huge she got, ‘kaashi! and mitchell was going out ev’ry night being a heavy-metal drummer…i mean i guess it worked out for them though, they got a little cute house on a little cute street with a crucifix on the door. oh! but mitchell got a job at a record store in the mall, so maybe not so much?” you giggled, closing the book.
just the typical facts of a typical life in a town on the eastern shore
“oh really? did you want something like that, hmm?” he asked teasingly, coming to a stop at a red light, looking at you with an eyebrow raised.
you thought about his question, thought about what you wanted…and it wasn’t like that at all. you looked towards akaashi, shaking your head quickly, “i made carolann a cute baby sweater, thinking ‘i can do better than that!’” leaning over the center console, you grabbed your boyfriend’s pretty face in your hands and pressed a quick kiss to his soft lips. the traffic lights turned to green but he didn’t start driving again; instead, he went to go in for another kiss–well tried to before you ended up smacking him away with a laugh, telling him to start driving again.
in a year or so, i moved to the city, thinking “what have i got to lose?”
got a room, got a cat, and got twenty pounds thinner
you sighed, looking up to the blue sky in wonder and disbelief, a wild memory of your past relationship coming to your head. “i remember, i met a guy in a class i was taking with some very well placed tattoos,” you started, rolling your eyes at the thought of him, “he wouldn’t leave me alone ‘less i went with him to dinner.”
“tell me about him, love.” the nickname akaashi had grown to give you made your stomach twist and explode with butterflies, embarrassing warmth flooding your cheeks.
“well, i guess he was cute, and i guess he was sweet, and i guess he was good in bed. i gave up my life for the better part of a year. so i’m starting to think that this maybe might work and the second it entered my head…” your head rolled to look at your lover, deadpanning, “he needed to take some time off, focus on his ‘career.’ he blew me off with a heartfeltletter! the audacity, really…but i couldn’t help but think ‘i can do better than that!’”
you don’t have to get a haircut, you dont’t have to change your shoes, you don’t have to like duran duran…just love me…
you reached your hand over to him, running your fingers through his black locks, tugging it ever so slightly. he eyed you from the corner of his eyes, looking at you curiously with a pleasured groan, “what?”
“just thinking. listen, you don’t have to put the seat down–” he snorted at your words, interrupting your intimate speech that you just came up with two seconds ago, “listen! you don’t have to watch the news, you don’t have to learn to tango. you don’t have to eat prosciutto, you don’t have to change a thing for me ‘kaashi.”
just stay with me
he drove to a private corner that wasn’t on your way to your parent’s house, pulling over and parking the car. he took off his seatbelt, looking at you with need, “get in the back, love.” a shiver ran down your spine and straight to your core at his dominant tone, immediately climbing over the chair and taking off your cardigan, watching as he got out of the car and took off his own dress shirt, jumping over the door to get to you quicker (the way his toned muscles in his arm tensed as he did so was so very intoxicating.)
his hands slid under back, fitting himself between your legs like a puzzle, leaning down to place kisses all over your jaw and neck, nipping at your skin here and there. you arched into him, a small moan escaping your lips, your nails dragging down his back. “i want you and you and nothing but you,” you breathed out, grabbing his face to look at you, “miles and piles of you. finally, i’ll have something worthwhile to think of each morning…”
you kissed him deeply, your mouth automatically opening for his access. your hands reached down to unbuckle his pants, making quick work with unbuttoning them next. he got up off of you, kicking his pants off quickly. “what else do you want, darling? i’ll give it to you, anything.”
“you, ‘kaashi, and nothing but you.” you sat up, pushing him back down and straddling his hips as best as you could in the small car. you tugged your shirt off–luckily you did wear a skirt today so…that was easy to work with. he dove into your chest, your hands flying back up to his hair and pulling at it. you dragged your teeth along his earlobe, panting into his ear, “you’re mine. totally mine.”
i don’t need any lifetime commitments
i don’t need to get hitched tonight
you were back on the road, fixing your smudged lipstick with a smile. you stole a look at akaashi, admiring his disheveled hair and marks that you left on his neck. “like what you see?” he teased, his electrifying blue eyes narrowed at you.
“hell yeah i do.” you pinched his cheek playfully, sticking your tongue out before becoming somewhat serious again, “i don’t mean to put on any pressure, ‘kaashi, but i know when a thing is right, and i spend everyday re-configuring my senses! so when when we get to my house, take a look at that town, at how far i’ve gone. i will never go back, never look back anymore because it feels like my life led right to your side and will keep me there from now on!”
he softly smiled at you, caressing your cheek, “i love you, y/n.”
think about what you wanted
think about what could be
think about how i love you
he pulled into your childhood neighborhood, parking his car at the curb in front of your parents’ house. before he could open his door, you grabbed onto his wrist, “say you’ll move in with me. think about it, at least. think of what’s great about me and you. think of the bullshit we’ve both been through. think of what’s past. because…we can do better than that, keiji.”
you saw him gulp when you said his actual name for the first time before breaking out into a wide grin, “love…i don’t have to think about it. let’s do it, okay? anywhere you want, as long as we are together.”
you smiled brightly, tears springing to your eyes at his sudden acceptance, “i love you, so much. oh! there’s my parents, ah–wait you have a little bit of my lipstick on your lip, lemme help you so my mom doesn’t think bad of you…”
genre: uhh normal (not really fluff), angst, TLFY!au
warnings: overthinker reader, arguing, cursing
word count: 1283
synopsis: your auditions seem to be getting worse and worse, you can’t help but start doubting every little thing
author’s note: chapter twelve to ellie and i’s “the last five years” au collab. this chapter is one of my favorites, i had fun writing it, enjoy <3
“when you come home to me…? i-i’ll wear a sweeter smile and hope that, for a while, you’ll–” you stopped singing when one of the casting directors put a hand up to signal for you to stop. you awkwardly smiled, “o-oh…okay, thank you…” speed walking off stage in embarrassment, you left the building quickly, pulling out your phone to call akaashi.
i’m climbing uphill, jamie
climbing uphill
you stood in a line of two hundred girls that you got up at six in the morning for. you noticed how they all seemed to be prettier than you, younger and thinner than you. hell! there was even a woman behind you who just got back from the gym…
i’m waiting five hours in line and watching the girls just coming and going
a girl walks out of the doors to the stage and you can’t help but whine internally when you see that she was wearing the exact same dress as you. so much for originality to impress the directors, huh? you look away from said girl when your number is called, a woman leading you to the stage where there’s a piano and a table full of men in front of you.
always men–usually gay
who’ve been sitting like i have and listening all day to two hundred girls belting as high as they can
placing your bag on the floor, you grab your hand mirror out and try to hype yourself up. ‘i am a good person. i’m an attractive person. i am a talented person. grant me grace.’ you shakily exhale, snapping your mirror shut and turning to look at the middle-aged men staring at you expectantly.
when you come home…
the pianist starts playing so you start singing, immediately second-guessing each one of your actions. should you have told them you were sick last week? oh god what if they think that’s the way you sing! why is this pianist playing so loud?? should you sing louder?? yeah, you’ll sing louder, that’s a good idea, right?
maybe i should stop and start over, i’m gonna stop and start over
your e/c eyes widen when you see one of the directors staring at his crotch, were you not more interesting than whatever he had down there?? your eyes snap over to the man next to him and shit, he’s reading your resume. don’t stare at my resume, i made up half of my resume, look at me! you beg in your mind, continuing to sing your audition song.
no! not at my shoes, don’t look at my shoes
you glance down at your feet, mentally cursing yourself for choosing these shoes. you hate these stupid shoes. why did i pick these shoes?? why did i pick this song? why did i pick this career? why does this pianist hate me? you’re freaking out about everything at this point, your hands at your side literally vibrating at this point.
if i dont get a callback i can go to crate & barrel with mom and buy a couch, not that i want to spend a day with mom
your mind travels to akaashi and while thinking of him usually calms you, you can’t help but freak out more over him. keiji needs space to write and since you’re obviously such a horrible annoying distraction to him, what’s he gonna be like when you have kids?? akaashi can’t even handle you around the house at this point so how is he going to deal with having mini-hims running around everywhere when he is trying to focus??? why are you even thinking about kids in the first place??
and once again…why am i working so hard? these are the people who cast russell crowe in a musical!
jesus christ! you shut your eyes closed, wanting to disappear from existence. this audition was going horrible and although your mouth kept going with lyrics, your thoughts only consisted of i suck i suck i suck i suck.
“when finally you come home to–”
“thanks that’s great.” one of men interrupted with a sarcastic comment, already wishing for you to get off stage.
sighing, you bit your lip and answered, “okay, thank you…”
thank you very much
you found yourself at a library, an event being held here for akaashi to do a live reading of his book. you stood among the crowd, giving him a grin and applause whenever it was due. he stood in front of a podium, his tall form towering over it as he continued to read. he was an amazing writer, but he was an even better storyteller. the raw emotion he put behind each word sent goosebumps down your arms, his silky smooth voice pulling you in and trapping you.
i will not be the girl stuck at home in the ‘burbs
yet despite akaashi always having a way with words that made you have your full attention on him, your mind still wandered to a different place. you know you were supposed to be here for him, proud of him but you felt frustrated somehow. you did not want to be the girl who sat still and looked pretty, with the baby, the dog, and the garden of herbs.
i will not be the girl in the sensible shoes
pushing burgers and beer nuts and missing the clues
you hated whenever one of his fans came up to you, asking “how does it feel to be the girl trotting along at the genius’ heels?” yeah, you loved akaashi. truly, you loved him with all your heart but you were notthe girl who requires a man to get by! and you definitely were not–
applause suddenly filled your ears, making you–as if you were programmed–smile and clap for him as well. you watch as people of both genders come up to him and congratulate him on his book, introducing themselves to him. you knew they were important by the way keiji’s eyes widened and a formal smile made its way onto his face.
akaashi and you then make eye contact from across the room, he lifts his long pointer finger up to get you to come to him, but you just grin at him and give him a thumbs up, trying to be as supportive as possible.
next thing you know, you’re at home and you’re arguing with him, his loud angry voice filling the room as he tries to talk over you, “no! i’ve been to every one of your parties and events and the same thing happens over and over again! i’m basically your waitress for the evening–listen to me! i’m constantly being asked if i’m your publicist because everybody asks me to take photos of you with them. and these people are always asking me the same thing every single goddamn time, ‘how did you and keiji meet? what’s keiji like? where are you from? what’s your name?’ they dont remember because i’m not important, am i? nope! nobody would notice if i left, not even you akaashi! you’re always begging me to go but then you abandon and so i stand by the bar all night and i’m drinking! drink after drink after drink as i hold my purse just waiting for someone to talk to me! for you to talk to me but of course you dont even–”
“stop–stop it, stop it, y/n!” he booms, his thundering enraged voice making you flinch and back away, “just stop and listen to me! can we just, for two minutes, have a conversation where you’re not arguing with everything i say! two fucking minutes! then you can say whatever the hell you want, y/n.”
a/n:not proof-read either but here’s another drabble for you lovelies <3 this time…
pairing:akaashi keiji x reader
“Just can’t shake that cough, can you?” Akaashi mumbled as he entered the room, fingers looped through the handles of two patterned mugs. A pair of reading glasses—now smudged as they nestled into his hair—sat atop his head, no longer over his tired eyes. You lifted your head from the heavy blanket that cradled your warm body, half-lidded gaze catching sight of the steam that curled up from the mugs’ contents.
“I’m sorry, love…” He sat down on the couch, allowing your blanketed figure to curl around his back, an arm shifting out to wrap around his midsection happily. “I wish I could be more helpful to you, right now…”
“Mm… you’re fine…” you croaked, cringing at the itching pain in the back of your throat. “There’s not much anyone can do anyway.” His frown twitched until the curve of his lips became upturned, soft and full of adoration. Briefly averting his attention, Akaashi leaned forward and sat his mug on the small table, using both hands to cradle the seemingly small cup. As soon as you sat up and took the heated porcelain into your own hands, you noted the size difference between the two of you.
Seriously, he had made that mug look much smaller than what it was.
“It’s hot chocolate,” he explained with a quirked brow as you sniffed the steaming beverage, “blow on it a little before you drink it, okay?” A heavenly smile graced his gorgeous features as your nose scrunched, clearly in cahoots with the tiny grin adorning your lips.
“Thanks, Keiji.” You rasped, dropping your attention to the hot chocolate as you took a careful sip. He said nothing, instead producing a quiet noise meant to shush you. His hand slowly crept up to move stray strands of hair from your face, the tip of his thumb gently poking at your nose.
“You’re too warm,” he muttered, continuing to caress your heated skin as you enjoyed your beverage. “How about I put on a movie and we both get some rest? Does that sound good?” You hummed and shuffled up into a more comfortable position, allowing Akaashi to slip in beside you, an arm up on the rest of the couch.
The blanket remained draped around your body, parting at the front as you continually lifted your hands to your face to sip from the mug. Akaashi cautiously sat his own mug in his lap as he settled in, his spare arm curling snugly around your shoulders. He picked up his mug once the screen darkened, the bold, white logo reflecting within his deep, sapphire hues.
“Can we watch–“
“We binge watched all those Pixar movies last week.” He cut you off, giving your shoulders a gentle squeeze. “Let’s start this week with that new Disney movie Bokuto wouldn’t shut up about. Does that sound alright?”
“Of course,” you smiled and nestled into his side, desperately fighting off the exhaustion tugging at your body as the movie began. It didn’t help that your husband had started massaging abstract shapes into your arm with his thumb, clearly inviting you to succumb to sleep.
And as a soft melody began to play out into the darkened room, you decided you could simply drag Akaashi to bed a different night and rewatch the movie.
a/n:not proof-read either but here’s another drabble for you lovelies <3 this time…
pairing:akaashi keiji x reader
“Just can’t shake that cough, can you?” Akaashi mumbled as he entered the room, fingers looped through the handles of two patterned mugs. A pair of reading glasses—now smudged as they nestled into his hair—sat atop his head, no longer over his tired eyes. You lifted your head from the heavy blanket that cradled your warm body, half-lidded gaze catching sight of the steam that curled up from the mugs’ contents.
“I’m sorry, love…” He sat down on the couch, allowing your blanketed figure to curl around his back, an arm shifting out to wrap around his midsection happily. “I wish I could be more helpful to you, right now…”
“Mm… you’re fine…” you croaked, cringing at the itching pain in the back of your throat. “There’s not much anyone can do anyway.” His frown twitched until the curve of his lips became upturned, soft and full of adoration. Briefly averting his attention, Akaashi leaned forward and sat his mug on the small table, using both hands to cradle the seemingly small cup. As soon as you sat up and took the heated porcelain into your own hands, you noted the size difference between the two of you.
Seriously, he had made that mug look much smaller than what it was.
“It’s hot chocolate,” he explained with a quirked brow as you sniffed the steaming beverage, “blow on it a little before you drink it, okay?” A heavenly smile graced his gorgeous features as your nose scrunched, clearly in cahoots with the tiny grin adorning your lips.
“Thanks, Keiji.” You rasped, dropping your attention to the hot chocolate as you took a careful sip. He said nothing, instead producing a quiet noise meant to shush you. His hand slowly crept up to move stray strands of hair from your face, the tip of his thumb gently poking at your nose.
“You’re too warm,” he muttered, continuing to caress your heated skin as you enjoyed your beverage. “How about I put on a movie and we both get some rest? Does that sound good?” You hummed and shuffled up into a more comfortable position, allowing Akaashi to slip in beside you, an arm up on the rest of the couch.
The blanket remained draped around your body, parting at the front as you continually lifted your hands to your face to sip from the mug. Akaashi cautiously sat his own mug in his lap as he settled in, his spare arm curling snugly around your shoulders. He picked up his mug once the screen darkened, the bold, white logo reflecting within his deep, sapphire hues.
“Can we watch–“
“We binge watched all those Pixar movies last week.” He cut you off, giving your shoulders a gentle squeeze. “Let’s start this week with that new Disney movie Bokuto wouldn’t shut up about. Does that sound alright?”
“Of course,” you smiled and nestled into his side, desperately fighting off the exhaustion tugging at your body as the movie began. It didn’t help that your husband had started massaging abstract shapes into your arm with his thumb, clearly inviting you to succumb to sleep.
And as a soft melody began to play out into the darkened room, you decided you could simply drag Akaashi to bed a different night and rewatch the movie.
Summary: How do normal people react when they get kidnapped by a vampire and a wizard claiming to be their soulmates? Because you try to choke them out with their own breakfasts. But maybe that’s just you.
A/N: Sup y’all, ik ik it’s been a long time and whatnot, but let’s be honest, my a/n ain’t what ur here for. Hope you like it, and sorry for the wait!
“For the fifth time, Bokuto, she’s fine. I told you I’ve already checked and made sure.”
“Yeah, I know it’s just are you reallysure?”
“You’re pushing it, Bokuto.”
“All right, all right.”
Silence fell as your eyes fluttered open.
“But are you certain?”
“Boku-”
Akaashi’s voice was cut off by a cry, and before you knew it the sun flooding your eyes had been replaced by Bokuto’s face.
“YN, YOU’RE ALIVE!”
“Bo,” you croaked, leaning up onto your elbows before pressing a hand to your temple, “it’s too early for that volume.”
“Afraid not, my love,” Akaashi rose from his seat on a stump a few feet away and moved to kneel by your side. “According to the sun, it seems you’ve slept more than half the day away.”
“Oh,” you glanced around, observing the spanse of dirt and trees before you. The sun sat directly above your head, unencumbered by clouds and backdropped by shades of blue. Birds chirped high and far in the trees, and a gentle wind cooled the sweat that had been beading at your forehead. “Looks like my kind of morning, if I’m honest.”
Akaashi scoffed with a smile, rising to his feet before offering you a hand as Bokuto clambered away in search of something. “Trust me, I know.”
You sputtered at the jab before taking his hand, almost losing your playful air at the contact. His hands were soft to the touch, gentle and warm. So warm.
It finally occurred to you that this was the first time in weeks you’d been relaxed enough to truly revel in the comforting touches Akaashi always provided. The heat flowing from his form thawed the frozen limbs you’d generated from sleeping on the forest floor for hours. When it reached your chest, a feeling akin to finding something long lost embraced you.
“A little lie here and there never hurt anyone, you know.”
“Sometimes it does,” Akaashi’s face fell into seriousness, a fitting but usually undesirable look for him.
Wanting to return the atmosphere to buoyancy, you opened your mouth to take back what you said, but not before clamorous footsteps behind you drew both of your attention.
“Darling, I caught and roasted a squirrel for you to eat!” Bokuto finally returned to the clearing where you had all settled for the night, holding what appeared to be a stick with a disturbingly charred creature on the end.
Your stomach growled.
Akaashi glanced down at you, half-shocked, half-concerned. Your gaze was still locked on the burnt animal, however.
Maybe it was the fact that you had only been eating berries and suspicious leaves for the past few days, or maybe you were truly losing your mind.
But damn were you hungry.
For modesty’s sake, you accepted the skewered squirrel with pursed lips and blank eyes, but deep down you were all but ready to swallow it whole.
“Thank you, Bo,” you trailed off, trying to keep a straight face as your mouth watered.
Akaashi’s hand settled on your shoulder. “My love, you don’t have to-”
“No, no, it’s fine.” Shrugging his hand off, you moved to claim the stump he had sat on earlier. “Can’t wait.”
Both boys watched you with conflicting gazes, one distressed and anxious in a way you’ve never seen before on him, and the other overjoyed.
Judging by the way the thin tail had flaked off at your touch, it was well-done.
This is supposed to be disgusting. This is supposed to be gross. You don’t want to eat this, YN.
You gulped, still observing the squirrel from every which way to see where to start.
But I’m so hungry.
By the time you were finished with your breakfast, Akaashi’s face had turned pale and Bokuto’s had broken out into a smile.
“Did you like it?”
“Loved it.”
With a deep dismay at yourself, you knew you spoke the truth.
~~~
“I say we go west.”
“That’s the way we came, YN.”
“Oh.”
You’d been in the woods for what must’ve been three days, maybe more during your long rest after escaping Kuroo. Bokuto said you were out for forever, and you weren’t exactly sure how to convert that into a measurement of time.
Said vampire stood next to you, holding and swinging your hand with his while waiting for Akaashi to determine the correct way to get home.
Earlier, Bokuto had plucked a dandelion and placed it behind your ear, adding more to the collection whenever he got the chance.
Right now, he’d had plenty of time, collecting so many that he’d given up on your ears and placed them atop your head. “I don’t know how to make one of those crowns,” he’d said sheepishly.
“Akaashi, can’t you just whip up a spell and find out where we are?” you groaned, taking a flower off your head and setting it behind Bokuto’s ear. His face flushed from the force of his smile.
“I don’t have any ingredients at hand, my love,” Akaashi spoke, gaining your attention once more.
“What happened to you being able to just, like, poof it out at any time?”
“Using magic to attack an enemy is different from using it to escape a miles-long forest. And I suppose we should continue heading east.”
Akaashi set onto his chosen path, dodging moss-covered rocks and dangling twigs with you and Bokuto at his heels. Every few minutes he would glance back at the two of you, dandelions behind your ears and hands held before he trekked on ahead, back straight and stiff.
Guilt and shame filled your chest at his obvious discontentedness, and when you murmured his name, he didn’t turn around. “Akaashi,” you repeated, much louder than before.
He halted in his tracks and turned, face a perfect mask of placidness as he responded. “Yes?”
You dragged Bokuto up to him before grasping the wizard’s hand, interlocking your fingers tightly. “Much better,” you grinned, a weight dropping off your shoulders the second his eyes lost their dejection.
“If you think so, my love,” Akaashi whispered, raising your hand to press a kiss to your knuckles.
“Wait!”
He froze, brows furrowing.
Uncurling your hand from his, you ignored his heartbroken look and tugged a yellow flower from behind your ear, placing it behind his own and ruffling his hair along the way. A chuckle worked its way from his lips, affecting you much more than was appropriate as you grasped his hand again.
“Okay, now we can go.”
~~~
Three months? A year?
As you lay on the ground, only the moon to keep you company, you ponder how you’ve come to be where you are. Among the arms of two supernatural creatures, ones anyone else your age would have laughed at the idea of even existing.
You had a whole life behind you, one that would never be the same if you dared to return. If you were allowed to return.
The men that lay at your sides, one completely wrapped around you while the other only grasps your hand, don’t make a sound that doesn’t convey absolute slumber.
Only days–weeks?–ago had you told them that you loved them. In the heat of the moment, the word had just slipped out, out to the men who catered to your every whim, every want and need. I love them. I love them.
I love them…
Right?
You loved animals. You loved rainy days. You loved the scent of your favorite fruit and the feeling of stretching first thing in the morning.
All these things felt so easy to define aloud, to say affirmingly “Yes, I do love these things. I love them with all of my heart.”
But loving or simply saying you loved Akaashi and Bokuto had a different effect on you altogether. It felt… revealing. It had the same emotional impact as those dreams of going to school naked. You were bare, leaving yourself wide open to enemy attack.
But these two men weren’t your enemies. They wouldn’t dare to hurt you in such a way. Countless times have they revealed your feelings to you, told you about how you made them feel deep down inside their hearts. You were the love of their lives, and they’ve told you so, verbatim.
Is that what you were feeling then? Love?
When Bokuto nuzzled against your neck in that moment, forcing your chest to thump, was that love? Was it the feeling of calm that settled over you when Akaashi ran his thumb over your knuckles? Was thatlove?
“Keiji?” you whispered, glancing to your right to see if he had stirred. His hand tightened around yours, leaving your heart stuttering. Though his eyes were shut, lashes gently brushing the tips of his cheeks, his lips tilted into a soft smile.
“Yes, my love?” A single eye fluttered open, carefully revealing a deep blue iris that scanned over your face. You were hesitant to ask, afraid to sound like a child asking a juvenile question. But you so dearly wanted to know.
“What does love feel like?”
The question hung in the air as you felt Akaashi stiffen beside you, his hand pausing in its caresses along yours. You lay beside him a bundle of nerves, wondering if somehow you managed to press the wrong button in so few words.
“W-what I meant to say was-was that, umm, you know, is there like a criteria, or… or, like a checklist-”
Akaashi chuckled, effectively cutting you off and forcing a blush onto your face. Shame filled your chest and you lightly pulled your hand from his grip, returning your gaze to the moon. As his laughs faded away into the night, you watched in your peripheral vision as he sat up, leaning back on his elbows as he crossed one leg over the other. Of course, your actions escaped none of his attention.
“My love, I’m sorry. I did not mean to laugh.” He ignored your scoff and continued. “It is just… all of these times I have met you, fallen for you over and over and not once have you ever asked for my criteria of love.”
“Good to know I’m especially stupid this round.”
“No, that is not what I meant,” he shook his head, shifting into a cross-legged position before nudging you to face him with a finger on your chin. “What I mean is… you are so different this time. In a good way. For the first time in so many reincarnations, I feel as though I am learning a side of you, a side of YN I have never known before. It’s endearing.”
“That,” you swallowed, glancing away as a sudden feeling of breathlessness washed over you. In the pit of your stomach sat a comforting warmth, threatening to overtake you and make you shiver. “That doesn’t really answer my question.”
“I know, love, so here is my answer: I do not know.”
Your jaw dropped. “Seriously? You’re kidding me, right?”
But a sincere smile, carefree and so, so unexpected out of Akaashi made you wait to hear an explanation. Boohockey.
“It’s true. Each time I fell in love, every single time was different. I just knew.”
“Surely you’ve gotta know how that doesn’t help me at all.”
He laughed again. “Yes, I know. But, if it helps at all, I didn’t know it in here,” he trails his index finger gently along your temple, “I knew it in here.” When his hand drops to the middle of your chest, your heart jumps.
“That,” you gulp, “must have been quite the surprise for a wise old wizard like you.”
“It was,” he amusedly hums, looking away from you only so he can resituate himself on the ground. He returns to holding your hand as he settles back onto his side, facing you. “A pleasant surprise.”
The night falls into silence once more, only occasionally broken by Bokuto’s natural mumbles.
Did you feel it in your chest? Not just the heart racing, but actual love that came from them, for them?
When Akaashi’s thumb ran over your knuckles once more, uncertainty was washed away and replaced by contentment. You were calm, at peace, and possibly…
“Oh, and, my love?”
“Hmm?”
“Please, do start calling us by our personal names like that more often,” Akaashi murmured, lips pressing against your hair. “We would so adore it.”
Definitely in love.
~~~
The next time you wake, it’s not to the pleasant sound of one of the boys stirring you or whispering your name.
Instead, it’s to the sound of a cracking twig. Leaves rustle in the trees far too insistently to be only the wind. And when you hear distant, unintelligible mumbles, all of your worries are confirmed.
Somebody’s out there.
It’s barely morning, the sun just beginning to paint the sky a gentle blue as the stars finally disappear from sight. Your face feels frozen and stiff, it having been the only thing Bokuto and Akaashi hadn’t covered with their forms throughout the night. Your body is stuck within a tangle of limbs and you can’t quite tell which ones are yours and which aren’t.
Again a branch crackles and your eyes narrow, surveying the towering treetops above you for the source of movement. You suck your bottom lip in between your teeth and gnaw.
Neither of the men beside you have even twitched, both completely unaware of your fraying nerves.
How can they not hear that?
You move to escape the jungle gym that is Bokuto and Akaashi around you, unhooking the leg curled around your hip and carefully unclasping the hands wrapped around your waist. Brushing off the dirt and rocks that had stuck to your skin during your sleep, you take a peek down at them.
You’re only half surprised they’re still asleep when you catch a glimpse of their faces. Bokuto’s face looks relaxed for the first time in weeks, brow completely unfurrowed and nose twitching as he mumbles in his sleep. Akaashi, on the other hand, has dark circles you’ve only now noticed, creating sagging skin underneath his eyes that made him seem like a different person entirely.
It’s been months and yet just here and now are you realizing how the events that have transpired may have affected other people aside from you. As much as you cared and worried for them, locked up and left to die in cages, they cared and worried for you.
You, the one who’s been kidnapped by their worst enemy.
You, the one they’ve dedicated their lives to protecting.
You, their soulmate.
Suddenly, your shoulders sagged. Here you were, thinking they were still coasting on the high of finding their reincarnated love, thinking that all of this adventure, all of these miserable events were just a regular Tuesday for them.
He finally found you, they’d said, back when they’d taken you away from your college and back to their home.
In all of the centuries they’ve been tracking reincarnates like you down, only this time did Kuroo find you too.
The thought of the werecat leaves a twinge in your side, but you’re dragged out of these thoughts by the sound of yet another rustling branch. With one last glance down at the men, you purse your lips and sneak away to investigate.
Due to the sun only just now appearing, the dirt under your shoes is hard and unforgiving. Morning dew on the occasional blade of grass and fallen leaf beads and trails down the plant life, soaking into the forest floor like a daily tradition. Some drops patter down onto your head after dripping off the tree limbs soaring above you.
It’s quiet, peaceful, and for a moment you completely forget why you’re even out there.
And then you spot them.
Two creatures, hundreds of feet above you. Somehow they’ve found a sturdy branch to rest on at such a height. You can only see their outlines, black and human-shaped.
And yet not human at all.
Breath speeding up, you try to back away slowly, as quietly as it seemed you’d come. Your hands wave around at your sides in effort to make sure you won’t back up into anything-
Crack.
Wonderful.
Their whispering stops, and the creatures’ outlines move in such a way that you’re sure they’ve just turned and spotted you.
Shit.
Your head pounds, shouting at you to run or yell or something, but your feet feel frozen to the floor. Cold panic strikes your heart.
The only thing that finally urges you to move is the sight of wings sprouting from the creatures’ backs.
“Cr-rap,” you whimper, just before turning around and bolting.
You hurdle over fallen branches, kicking rocks up behind you as you avoid bumping into trees and tripping over uneven ground. Blood roars in your ears now as you sprint, muscles still sore and whining from the last race you’d run just days ago. But you don’t dare look behind you.
This cannot be happening!
“BOKUTO!” you cry out. “AKAA- AHHH!” At the feeling of two limbs wedging themselves under your arms, you scream, pure, unadulterated terror seizing your chest as your feet unwillingly leave the ground. You kick your legs, trying to hit something, anything, that you might catch on to get out of the grip of the creature behind you. Instantly, you debunk this plan the second its grip loosens on you and you slip just an inch closer to the ground.
The ground that is now a few feet too many below you to land safely.
“I have a fear of heights, I have a fear of heights, I have a fear of heights,” you babble, hands waving around wildly and finding purchase in the upper arms that currently hold you. “I don’t wanna die, I don’t wanna die, I don’t wanna die.”
Eyes practically bulging out of your skull, you try not to black out when the creature continues flying you higher, wings flapping forcefully behind you as its hot breath brushes your neck. The greens and browns of the forest blow past you in a blur, so fast that the second you surface above the trees, the blue sky blinds you and leaves your head foggy.
The creature finally stops, flapping its wings slower only to maintain its spot inches from the tops of the trees. You whimper when you feel your feet brush the pointed tip of a pine tree.
“Hinata!” it–he?–calls, tightening his grip under your arms as he struggles to hold your scrambling body still. “Hinata, call the others!”
The trees below you crackle closer and closer until the second creature surfaces, looking not much like a creature at all.
In fact, he looks like a young boy, no older than sixteen with scruffy red hair and nervous brown eyes. He wore black shorts and a white shirt, one which you assumed was backless considering what was sprouting out from behind him.
Wings. A human with wings.
How…
They were covered in black feathers and spread out as far as he was tall, each one the length of his entire body.
What…
“Kageyama,” “Hinata” scratched the back of his neck nervously, wings still powerfully flapping behind him as he hovered across from you. Occasionally, his gaze would dance down to you before flitting back up at your… kidnapper- Shit, why does this keep happening? “Are you sure we should be doing this?”
“What do you mean, dumbass?” the voice behind you snapped, deeper and angrier than his friend’s. “She’s an intruder on our territory, and this is our duty. Now call the others.”
“But what if she-”
“If it makes you feel any better,” you choked out, voice quivering as you tried to adjust your grip harder on the boy behind you, “I’m not intruding willingly. In fact, if you just return me to the ground–slowly–we’ll just leave you alone and be on our way.”
The boy behind you tensed while his friend’s eyes widened.
“‘We’?”
A roar from deep below you sounded, angry and out for blood. “YN!”
Even you shook in fear at the sound, nails digging into the boy’s arms harder.
“Who is that?” Kageyama barked out from behind you, but even his voice trembled slightly.
“Kageyama, I told you this was a bad idea!” the ginger pleaded, eyes flitting back and forth between his friend and the trees below.
You opened and closed your mouth, searching for words that wouldn’t get you dropped to your death when you heard a distant rumbling.
In a matter of seconds, the wind slowly began to pick up, blowing your hair into disarray as both of the flying men flapped their wings harder, struggling to steady themselves like surfboards in heavy tides. The sunny, clear day that was evidently forecasted disappeared in the blink of an eye.
Grey clouds formed from nothing and grew darker and darker, growling with thunder as rain started to pour down on you.
Kageyama started lowering himself toward the trees with a cuss before barking at an open-mouthed Hinata. “Get lower, dumbass! You don’t wanna get struck!”
The ginger quickly shut his mouth and nodded, following his friend’s lead and taking cover from the droplets amongst the trees. The second you all found home on a sturdy branch, however, lightning clapped and hit your very tree, electricity sparking it aflame in seconds.
Both of them yelped in shock while you screamed, the strike splintering the tree.
“YN!” Akaashi’s voice rang out and you dared to glance down at the forest floor, the sheer distance making you nauseous. He held out his hands towards you, his fingertips bathing in a dark red glow. You knew he couldn’t safely catch you from this distance, even with the pacing Bokuto by his side’s help. So what was he…?
A particularly harsh gust of wind hit your split tree, forcing your branch and everyone on it to lean closer toward the floor. Akaashi’s eyes widened when you didn’t immediately smile in relief at the sight of them–in fact, you did quite the opposite and screeched in fear, scrambling backwards on the branch so you didn’t slip off.
When your back met the chest of Kageyama, he grabbed your shoulder and turned you to face him, blue eyes blaring. His black hair grew tousled in the wind while he sneered at you. “Who the hell are you here with?”
Wind started blowing harder and rain drops hit you like bullets, pounding down on you as the sky rumbled angrily once more. The forest grew uproariously loud as tree limbs crashed against one another, snapping off and soaring through the wind only to collide with more trunks.
And with all this noise and distraction, none of you noticed the vampire crawling his way up the trees until he tackled you by the waist. One arm wrapped around you like a vice, crushing you against him while you shrieked. The momentum of his jump carried you both off the branch and into wide open air, which did nothing for your racing heart as you wrapped all your limbs around him and held on for dear life. You buried your face into his shoulder, almost breaking your nose against his collarbone when he, you assumed, crashed into a second tree and used his three free limbs to hang on.
“YN!” Bokuto called out, wind still whipping past both your ears. “Are you okay?”
“Y-yeah,” you nodded, not even daring to lift your head.
“Good.” The hand wrapped around your waist moved to rub your back gently as he spoke. “I need you to hang on tight, okay?”
“Mhm.”
You tightened your grip around his form, humming nervously when he let go of your waist to utilize his second hand. “It’s okay,” he reassured you, and you began to realize the wind and rain had slowed. “Just hang on.”
Bokuto climbed down the tree, you wrapped around the front of his chest like a koala as he mumbled calming words to you.
When you felt him stop climbing and heard rushed footfalls, you carefully raised your head and peered out around you, almost crying in relief at the sight of being on solid ground. The second you made a move to unwrap yourself from Bokuto’s body, however, his arms wound themselves around you and effectively halted any form of escape. Another solid form pressed into your back and you knew Akaashi had joined the party too.
“My love,” kisses were peppered along the back of your neck and shoulders, “are you okay?”
You didn’t bother responding fully, instead just humming and nodding your head. You stayed locked in their embrace until your body and your mind cleared. The second a wave of warm tingles crawled up and down your spine, you let them know you were ready to be released by gently pushing away their forms.
A pouty whine escaped Bokuto’s lips as you pulled away and you breathed out a laugh. “I’m okay, I promise.”
“But you’re still on our territory,” an entirely new voice spoke, strong and commanding. The responses in Bokuto and Akaashi were instant as they both whipped toward the new man, tense and ready for a fight. Akaashi’s hands were washed in a red mist and Bokuto released a growl, pushing you behind him as his eyes flashed red.
You were severely outnumbered, you soon realized, as Hinata and Kageyama had seemed to finally call for the others like they’d planned. 12 or so men, all winged and ready for a fight, stood surrounding the three of you. The leader you’d heard talk earlier stepped forward, brown hair and browner eyes looking more intimidating than they should as he looked over you all.
At each of his sides stood men, one with light, fair hair observing you all with furrowed brows while the other’s head was shaved completely, a sharp-toothed sneer focused on all of you. Behind the latter, you noticed, stood a cowering Hinata while the former helped a fallen Kageyama rise to his feet, obviously favoring one leg over the other.
“Who are you?” Bokuto stepped forward, shoulders curled forward as he eyed all of them down. He was obviously gauging his chances, and all but he seemed to know they were slim.
“Shouldn’t we be asking that question?” the bald one snarled, causing the vampire to take a step forward. When the winged man returned the favor, Akaashi placed a single hand on his shoulder before glancing back at you. Swallowing lightly, you slipped a hand forward, sliding it into Bokuto’s palm and softening your gaze when he squeezed it for a second.
Kageyama’s gaze dropped to the action for a second before raising back to Bokuto’s face.
“Calm down, Tanaka,” the leader turned his head, throwing the overexcited man a warning glare. When he turns back to the three of you, his back straightens. “My name is Daichi, and you’re in the Karasuno Crows’ territory. Now, who are you?”
