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Akaashi x Momoi

ASK: Part two of your momoi x akaashi scenario where they are on their date please. From haikyuu and knb

Wow, I’m so surprised someone wanted more of this pairing! Thank you, I hope you enjoy! This is a continuation of this post. 

“So what did you think of the game?” Akaashi asks after he and his pink haired companion are comfortably seated at a booth. The restaurant is simple but classy, a mid-range that isn’t fast food but isn’t overly priced, perfect for a first date.

Momoi taps her chin. “It was interesting, you didn’t lie when you said the match would be exciting. I’d say I can’t believe the boys would get that worked up over what is ultimately just practice, but then I remember my boys and it’s not all that surprising.”

Akaashi nods.

Momoi picks up a menu, asking as she eyes the contents, “So when does your team play Karasuno?”

“Officially, not until Nationals and that’s only if we both make it and even then there’s no guarantee.”

“So modest,” she teases glancing up through her lashes.

Akaashi picks up his own menu in an effort to hide his blush. “Yes, um, but we do have a training camp coming up in the summer. Longest one we’ve ever had at two weeks.”

Her eyes widen. “I’ve only heard of week long, how did you get that much time?”

He shrugs, taking a sip a water before replying, “Kuroo-san is…adept at getting what he really wants if the mood strikes him. I think it’s because this is their last year.”

“Whose?”

“The third years.”

Momoi nods, heart clenching a bit at the thought of Imayoshi-san retiring at the end of the season. She has a lot of respect for him and the way he runs the team, even in regards to Dai-chan, and it will be a shame to see him go.

“Sorry to somber the mood,” Akaashi says clearing his throat, “let’s talk about something else.”

“Right, my Karasuno analysis,” Momoi says lacing her fingers together on the table. “I can tell you-”

“I meant,” Akaashi interrupts gently, “let’s talk about something else besides sports.”

The request catches her off guard and she can’t keep a look of surprise off her face. “Wasn’t the whole point of tonight for me to give you a run down of them so you’re more prepared when you face them?”

“Truthfully, I’m more interested in you as a person, not a computer.”

Momoi feels her heart skip a beat. It’s been a long time since anyone has shown interest in her past her abilities of data collection. She’s not even sure where to begin. What do “normal” people talk about?  

“Let’s start with something simple,” Akaashi continues, leaning back in his seat to try to lessen the sudden tension, “how about…what your favorite movie is and why.”

Momoi finally smiles, faint but sincere, as she begins talking about a movie she’s seen at least twenty times. The conversation flows a bit more easily after that, each of them expounding on different topics as they enjoy their meal. At the end of it, he pays and they continue talking while making way to the station for him to see her off on her train.

On the platform they take seats on a bench, a comfortable silence settling between them. Momoi casts a sidelong glance at the sleepy eyed boy next to her. He may not be Tetsu-kun, but he’s sweet and he’s actually interested in her for reasons beyond sports and her body.

“I had a really nice time tonight, Momoi-san,” he says catching her glance.
She nods. “I did too, Akaashi-san.”

They remain staring at each other, a little unsure but curious where this could go.

“So, if I were to call you again-”

“I’d say yes,” she affirms quickly.

He smiles – really, truly smiles – and Momoi feels her heart skip a beat.

“You should smile more, you know,” she says.

Akaashi feels that blush returning under her scrutiny. “Go on another date with me and I’m sure I will.”

She laughs, bright and vibrant. “Very smooth, Akaashi-san.”

They both stand as her train arrives. Looking up at him, eyes glittering, Momoi leans up to peck his cheek. “Call me,” she says stepping between the sliding doors. 

“I will,” he confirms before they shut and she’s whisked away into the night.

Ahh I hope I made the cut! I’ve spent the holiday running between classes and now doing homework, sigh 😔 But could I please get a cute valentine’s from Akaashi ^^ Just a cute chocolate nomming cuddle session in bed to end off the day with relaxation~~

You did make it on time sweetie! I’m sorry this is two days late (especially since it sounds like you had a stressful day on Valentine’s) but hopefully you can still enjoy this!

Not usually one to get his feathers in a ruffle, Akaashi’s face betrays his wary irritation. Not only has he managed to miss Valentine’s day with you, but it was now two days past and he’d yet to even talk to you!

Granted, both of you had been busy and he’s so thankful you aren’t the type to lay all the blame on his shoulders. Now, despite the exhaustion he feels at the end of a long day filled with school and practice, he’s hurrying to your house as fast as his legs will carry his sore body. 

Before he can even knock, the door to your house is open and you’re flying into his arms; you must have been watching for him from the window. A soft smile plays across his lips as he inhales through his nose, breathing in your scent and letting it wash over him like a soothing balm. 

“Happy belated Valentine’s day,” you say, breath teasing the small hairs of his neck. 

He hums appreciation of your affection, pecking soft kisses to your cheek. 

“I brought you something,” he announces. “But I’ll have to let you go to get it.” You shake your head, increasing the firmness of your hold and he chuckles. “I promise you’ll be back in my arms in no time, but I’d really like to give it to you.” 

Sighing, you pull away to give him room to reach into his bag. As he withdraws the gift, your eyes widen; it’s the biggest chocolate box you’ve ever seen. 

“One upside to being late for Valentine’s day,” Akaashi says with a coy smile, “is that all the holiday specific chocolate is on sale. So I figured, what the heck, go big or go home right?” 

Your laughter makes his heart sing. “Let’s watch a movie and gorge ourselves on half priced chocolate,” you encourage, pulling on his hand. 

He smiles wider, following you to the den where you proceed to flip on Netflix as he settles on the couch. Nestling between his legs, you open the box, pick up a piece and hold it expectantly before his lips but he skirts around it to kiss you instead. 

“Couldn’t wait to have the sweetest piece,” he whispers and you giggle. 

Who knew your normally stoic boyfriend could be so sweet and corny? 

🍙I hope I’m not late– but for the blind date before; I’d love one from Haikyuu! But either way, I’d till enjoy your work! ♡´･ᴗ･`♡ Thank you!!

You’re not late! Thank you for letting me know you enjoy my stuff, that makes me so happy! I hope you enjoy this as well! Happy Valentine’s Day!

Tucked into a corner of the bookstore, you keep eyeing the door. It’s a bit nerve wracking finally meeting the boy you’ve been messaging back and forth from your online book club. Thus far, all you know about him is his taste in literature and that his vocabulary turns you on far more than should probably be allowed in proper society. 

“_____?” a quiet but strong voice says drawing your eyes away from the pages. 

You almost drop the book. 

“A…Akaashi-san?” you ask, cursing the inanity of the question. 

But he merely smiles – a soft, positively beautiful smile – as he places his bag down and sits across from you. Reaching over the table top, he lightly takes your hand in his and leans forward to plant a gentle kiss to it. “It’s a pleasure to finally put a face to the sparkling intelligence you possess. More so because it is such an exquisite one.” 

And that is the moment you die, because there’s no way someone so perfect actually exists. 

I’m your bunny, be my honey

ASK: Headcanons for how Kageyama, Lev, Aone, Oikawa, Akaashi and Terushima react when their crush shows up in a sexy bunny-girl costume (her volleyball team lost their tournament and this was the consequence) and confesses her feelings to them

I did these as mini scenarios I suppose, I just suck at head canons. I hope you like these.

Kageyama

When she entered the room, Kageyama wondered if he was dreaming. That couldn’t be his crush clad in such a scandalous outfit and walking directly towards him. All around he could hear his team reacting to her appearance, particularly Tanaka-san and Nishinoya-san who he was sure were being restrained by Ennoshita-san.

As she stopped in front of him, he worked diligently to keep his eyes only on her face.

“Kageyama-kun, I…I wanted you to know I care deeply about you. Pl…please accept my feelings.”

Her confession caught him off guard and he couldn’t get his mouth to work past his jaw unhinging and hanging down. After a few moments of silence, Hinata smacked his arm. “Answer her, Bakageyama!”

“Yes!” he shouted, voice echoing through the gym. He grabbed her hand, tugging her away from prying eyes. “I accept your feelings but can you put some clothes on!”

Lev

“Wow, _____-chan! It’s not Halloween is it?” Lev cried, eyes wide as he looked her over.

From his left he heard Kuroo’s low whistle, but couldn’t react, not when she was looking at him like that, looking like that.

“Lev-kun, I….I really, really like you,” she said, eyes averted to the ground, hand rubbing up and down her arm. “Would…you like to go out some time?”

“EH?!!” His outburst had her head whipping back to look at him. “You like me?! I…I’ve had a crush on you forever! I can’t believe this!”

“Lev, maybe you should stop embarrassing her further,” Yaku scolded. “And get her some cover you pervert!”

Aone

“Oi, Aone, isn’t that _______-chan?” Futakuchi asked, cheeks warming a bit.

The middle blocker turned his attention towards the gym door, eyes growing wider and wider as more of her came into view; much, much more.

Rushing forward, he grabbed his jacket, hurrying to throw it about her shoulders and zip it up. His face held his question and she blurted out, “I’m sorry to embarrass you, Aone-kun! I had a bet with the rival team’s captain that beat us and I had to do this as consequence of losing the tournament last week!”

Aone’s blood boiled; who could be so callous as to heap embarrassment like this upon the shame of loss?

He barely heard her next words, said so lowly he wondered if he imagined them. “And I have to tell you how I’m in love with you.”

He looked down at her, lips slightly parted in shock. Blinking rapidly, he hums, nodding once and holding out his hand. Tentatively she takes it, looking up at him with a sweet smile.

Oikawa

“Ooooohh, ______-chan, what is this scandalous outfit for? Are you trying to get my attention?” Oikawa crooned as she walked towards him. Despite his teasing tone and smirking face inwardly he was dying; how could she let all these guys see her like this? He wanted to be the only one to see her exposed as such…once he’d actually told her how he felt…if he ever would.

“That’s exactly it,” she confirmed, fingers grazing through his hair. The touch and her proximity with that much flesh showing had all the blood formerly in his head rushing below his waist line. “I know you hear this all the time, Oikawa-kun, but I love you. I hope you can return my affection.” When he didn’t answer, she shrugged her shoulders despite the ache in her heart. “Oh well, I tried,” she sighed, but the sound of a thud had her turning back around. There, blood running down his nose, lay Oikawa unconscious.

“Oikawa-kun?” she cried, kneeling next to him.

“Great, now how are we gonna get him ready for the match?” Iwaizumi complained, draping his jacket over her back. “Go get changed, I’m sure he’ll be professing his love as soon as he comes to.”

Akaashi

The gym was empty save for himself and Bokuto but Akaashi could feel his eyelids growing heavier. They’d been at it for hours and in his opinion it was time to call it a night. Just as he opened his mouth to call out to Bokuto, who’d gone to the storage room for another towel, he spotted her. Through the door walked _____-chan, his crush since the beginning of the year, wearing the sexiest bunny costume he’d ever seen. Come to think of it, he’d never seen anything like it before. Bewildered with wide eyes he stood rigid as she stepped further into the room.

“Akaashi!!!” Bokuto’s voice called, “Let’s do another fifty!”

Suddenly the setter was taking off across the room, meeting his friend at the door and blocking his view of her. “Hey,” Bokuto said surprised to find him there, “what’s up?”

With how dry his throat was and the rapidity of his pulse, Akaashi couldn’t believe he managed to speak even somewhat normally. “Sorry, I had something come up, do you mind cleaning up the gym?” When the ace looked inclined to whine about it, he added quickly, “I’ll make it up to you at morning practice. Fifty sets, they’re yours.”

Bokuto still pouted but finally replied, “OK, see you tomorrow.”

Akaashi glanced behind him, glad she’d had the foresight to leave. He had no idea what was going on but all he knew was he didn’t want anyone ever seeing her like that; except him.

He dashed out the door, surprised to find her with crossed arms waiting for him.

“Sorry, I…I didn’t want…”

“It’s fine Akaashi-san, I’m sorry to cause you so much trouble,” she said miserably.

“Wha…what are you doing?”

Quickly she explained the wager but when it came time for the big reveal (other than her skin) she faltered. Taking a deep breath she finally admitted, “I…I really like you and I’m sure this is the last way you wanted to find out but, it’s the truth and I hope it doesn’t mess up my chances and-”

“I feel the same way,” he said, voice surprisingly even. Then he stepped closer, voice lowering even more. “Now let’s get you changed, the last thing I need is for Bokuto to see you like this, he’ll never stop talking about it.”

Terushima

Johzenji’s captain was pretty sure he’d died and gone to heaven. He remained leaned against the wall, eyes trailing up and down her body as she stumbled towards him. Whoever insisted she wear high heels would be getting a thank you fruit basket from him. As she settled in front of him, he looked at her with hooded eyes, smile crooked. “To what do I owe this pleasurable view?” he asked smoothly.

“Um…I…I don’t know if you heard but we lost our tournament and…and there was a wager I had with the captain of the other team.”

“Yeah, sorry about that, tough break.” It was miracle he managed to have any sincerity in his tone. He was loving every second of her misfortune but how could she blame him?

“That…that’s not all,” she went on, voice small and eyes to the floor. He frowned, standing to his full height. Shyly she met her eyes to his. “I…I also have to confess…how I feel about you.”

His smile was back in full force. “Oh? And how would that be?”

She blushed, legs wobbling under the strain of holding herself in unfamiliar shoes. If she didn’t get this out now, she’d never do it and all of this embarrassment would have been for nothing. “I really like you, Terushima-kun, will you…will you accept my feelings?”

“That depends,” he returned, trailing his hand through her hair, “do I get to see you in this again…in private?”

Can I request a part two for the scenerio about the boys against their sisters dating?

sfw-haikyuu-nsfw:

I AM SO SORRY IT TOOK ME SO LONG TO ANSWER THIS. And I’m also going to apologize because I can’t find the original post for the life of me and I don’t even know why. I’ve scoured my archives like crazy and am about ready to pull my hair out!

Anyway, I DO remember how everything played out, so I’ll write the sequel and immediately link the OP as soon as I find it. To clarify, It was three parts – the first being Oikawa dating Iwaizumi’s sister, the second Ushijima dating Oikawa’s, and the third Kuroo dating Akaashi’s – that didn’t exactly have a happy ending, but more one of the prospect of the brother’s trying to be okay with the dating situations. And I’ll be jumping in from there!

I hope you enjoy, Anon!

Iwaizumi stared at the couple from across the courtyard, his sister leaving no space between herself and Oikawa as the boy leaned to whisper something that brought a bright smile to her face. Iwaizumi felt his brows furrow as he stared harder, attempting to read the words coming from his friend’s lips despite not being able to hear them.

It had been nearly two months since he had discovered the relationship status of his younger sister and his best friend. And while it was undoubtably hard to adjust to the knowledge, he felt as though he was handling everything relatively well. His temper was something he constantly felt as though he were keeping in check, but it was all for her sake. He could care less what Oikawa thought.

“If you glare long enough Oikawa might drop dead,” Hanamaki voice broke through Iwaizumi’s thoughts, bringing the very glare upon himself. But the boy grinned back, elbow nudging into Matsukawa’s side. “He’s on a killer rampage!”

“Shut up,” Iwaizumi growled, gaze dropping to his bento but not finding anything appetizing to eat there.

“Hey,” it was Matsukawa this time, bringing Iwaizmi’s eyes back up, “try not being so mad all the time. She’s happy, he’s happy. You’re anger about it is throwing off the team. Maybe try actually being a supportive friend and brother instead of pretending to me.”

“Or continue trying to kill Oikawa with your gaze. I think you almost had his this time.”

Oikawa gave a small groan, his gaze shifting back to his sister with the brut that was Ushijima. The emotions that usually surfaced when he saw the Shiratorizawa captain were only amplified when he saw him with his sister, but he had practiced the art of holding his tongue for her sake. Only for her sake, never for his,

“Fine,” he uttered to Iwaizumi, “I’ll try being ‘friendly’”

Standing to his feet, Oikawa plastered a smile to his features before walking the short distance that resided between him and them. Giving them a bright greeting, he moved to press himself directly in-between the couple. Ignoring the annoyed gaze that his sister immediately placed upon him, his gaze shot over to Ushijima, the large man now with his hands folded in his lap instead of intertwined with his sisters.

“Perhaps we should do something?” Oikawa offered, making himself more comfortable in the tight space between them, attempting to create more space. “There’s that new space odyssey movie that’s come out. What do you say, Ushiwaka?”

“I–” Ushijima paused for a moment, his gaze shifting to her across from him and Oikawa could see her shaking her head from the corner of his eyes, “–it’s [First Name]’s decision.”

“Tooru–” when his gaze shifted over to his sister, he hoped that he looked sincere, because he wanted to be. If this was the man that she was choosing, than he wanted to be supportive of her, even if it wasn’t a decision he would have trouble accepting “–how about ice cream?”

Kuroo had offered to pay for the treats, something him and Akaashi bickered about for perhaps too long before she had stepped in. The moments between were quiet as they found a small round table to rest at and Akaashi immediately realized the full impact of his initial outburst over this situation. He watched the conscious distance placed between them and how they shared small glances before staring down at the table before them.

He had made them feel as though everything that they were doing was bad – taboo even – he had created an awkward wedge within their relationship and if they failed, he know it would have been because of him at this rate. That was the last thing he wanted, even if he didn’t one hundred percent support this, he couldn’t live with the knowledge that they would each blame them for the end of something that could’ve been beautiful.

Clearing his throat, Akaashi met with each of their gazes before speaking. “I’m sorry for my behavior,” he heard the way his voice wobbled slightly and he tried to correct it, but he wasn’t sure how. He wasn’t sure how this apology was supposed to even go. “I shouldn’t have reacted to terribly nor continued to hold a grudge.”

“Keiji…”

“I don’t want you to feel as though you should pretend to be something you’re not because of me,” he gave a kind smile to his sister, “I want you to be happy.”

Kuroo smiled in return when Akaashi’s gaze met with his. Hand reaching for hers, he leaned to press a kiss to her cheek and Akaashi was only slightly surprised by his lack of tension in his shoulders at the action. “Thanks, Akaashi,” Kuroo spoke then, “and would it be a bad time to tell you we’re having a shotgun wedding?”

Akaashi’s smile dropped. “Excuse you?”

“I’m kidding!”

Kuroo!! Smart ass just has to ruin it doesn’t he 😂. Great job as always!!

Bad boy au scenario; Bad boys Kuroko, Kise, Oikawa, and Akaashi are injured after a fight and are found by their future s/o, who treats their wounds. She’s not naive and she’s no goody-two-shoes; she’s helping them because they’re cute and she has a knife in case they try anything funny.

Kuroko groans,
the sound quiet but deep. The feeling of being lifted startles him, his body
twitching in reaction to continue defending himself but he winces violently,
his previous injures stilling any further movements. “Just stay still silly, you’re
already bleeding everywhere,” an unexpectedly feminine voice says near his ear.
Forcing his eyelids up, he’s surprised to see a girl assisting him to walk, his
arm around her shoulders and hers around his waist. Flashing him a small smile,
she continues, “Don’t worry, I got you.” He nods once in thanks, shifting his
focus to the muscles in his legs. One foot in front of the other, they slowly make
their way to her dwelling. By the time they reach her living room, Kuroko is
completely spent, his blood loss making him cave in upon himself to the floor. His
last thought before blacking out is, “I
hope I don’t stain her floor.”

The feel of hot water against his skin rouses Akaashi from his twilight state, a hiss
of pain escaping through his teeth. His eyes widen a bit when he finds himself
in a rather deep tub. Initially he’s confused to still be wearing his boxers
but a glance to his left explains why; his rescuer is busying herself with a
wash cloth and soap. “I know it probably stings but we have to disinfect those
cuts and hot water with a topical later will do just that,” she says, voice
calm and even. He cocks an eyebrow at her as she leans forward to scrub dried
blood from his body. The feel of her touch coupled with the rising steam and
his still weakened body lulls him into a state of complicity. Meeting her eyes,
he utters, “Thank you.”

With her help, Kise
rises from the drained bath, muscles still limp but more relaxed than fatigued
now. “Not that I think you’ll be able to Kise-kun,” she advises as they make
their way to her room, “but if you try anything funny know I’ve got a knife and
I know how to use it.” Her tone is mostly jovial, but the blonde sees her eyes
are serious. Clearly, she’s familiar with who and what he is.

A strained chuckle leaves his lips, eyes gaining a bit of
their glow back. “Don’t worry, I’m not that
bad.”

She smiles and he thinks her pretty. Sitting him down on the
bed, she hurries to a dresser drawer, pulling out a first aid kit.

“This is going to hurt, sorry,” she says sloshing some ointment
onto a cloth before pressing it against his deepest wound. Kise takes in a
sharp breath, digging his nails into the flesh of his palm. “Sorry,” she
whispers again then adds a numbing agent to the area. “This is deeper than I
initially thought, so I’ll have to do a quick stitch up.”

Kise bites his bottom lip, tears stinging the corners of his
eyes but he manages to keep back any whimpers; some tough guy he ended up
being. But she doesn’t tease him, she doesn’t say anything and when he chances
a glance at her face he’s enamored with her. She looks so cute with her brows
furrowed in concentration.

Finishing up the suture, she ties it off and snips the end
close to his skin. Swiftly, she cleans and bandages up the rest of his injuries
before handing him drawstring sweatpants and a soft t-shirt. “Think you can
handle putting these on yourself?” When he nods, she releases the items. “Good,
I’ll get something going for supper, you just rest, ok?”

As he lays back in the comfortable clothing, Kise wonders at
her anew. Who is she and why is she helping him?

Oikawa asks her
those questions as they sit together for a simple meal of soup and sandwiches,
his gone fairly quickly since his appetite woke back up. She shrugs her
shoulders, “What kind of a person would I be to leave someone bleeding on the ground?”
Her eyes meet his, a playful glint in them. “Plus, you’re super cute, it would be
a shame for such good looks to be snuffed out of the world too soon.”

Oikawa now wonders if this it was it feels like to swoon
over someone. She’s so confident but easy going, her laugh coming easy and her
smile bright.

Later, after using the bathroom, Oikawa makes his way back
to her room, intent on telling her he’ll be taking his leave and to thank her
for her kindness. As he enters, he finds her sprawled on the same bed he was
laying upon a few hours prior, cute little snores breaking the otherwise silent
room. Leaning against the frame, he watches her. She’s exhausted, unsurprising
considering she’s smaller than him and not only practically carried his
semi-dead weight however far it was from the place of his attack to her home
but she kept assisting him until he got his strength back.

A shift of his body makes him wince, his wounds reminding
him of their presence. Walking to the bed, he leans down, whispering in her
ear, “Thank you, angel-chan, I’ll make sure you’re properly rewarded.”

He makes good on his promise a week later in the form of a
date at a roof top terrace restaurant where he asks her formerly to be his and
she accepts.

Bad Boy Akaashi getting turned on when his gf starts touching and admiring his tattoos which eventually leads to the do (nsfw) //wink wink//

A/N: I combined two
asks (this one that made the randomizer cut and one that didn’t) because I felt they
fit so well together. Enjoy!

“Keiji.” The whimpered whisper of his name from her lips
sends shockwaves up Akaashi’s spine, followed promptly by a tremble of pain
when she presses an antiseptic wipe to the cut on his chest. “They ruined your
new piece,” she complains, applying gentle pressure to stop the bleeding. He
glances down, eyes focused on her furrowed brow.

She’s so cute when she’s worried.

The fight, a result of two-bit thugs running their mouth
about her, should have been inconsequential and it was; until one of them
pulled a knife. Akaaski felt the sting but didn’t have time to react before
Bokuto laid the guy out, would have killed him if Akaashi hadn’t talked him
down. One cut wasn’t worth a full-on war. He wasn’t even that hurt, both his
leader and his girlfriend making a bigger fuss about this than they should.

Though he finds it difficult to complain when her hands,
done with their task of bandaging his wound, trail up and over his shoulders as
she rounds the chair he’s seated on to wash up and put away the first aid kit.
Sighing, Akaashi gets up, heading to his bed to stretch out. He’s not there two
minutes before she’s curled up next to him, hands back on his exposed chest
trailing the outlines of his ink.

Akaashi takes in a breath, humming appreciation for her
affection.

“This one is my favorite,” she remarks, index finger tapping
the immortalized image of his name and hers in kanji set just above his heart.
The symbols are encircled by tree branches, two owl silhouettes nestled next to
one another. “Then again,” she continues, hand skimming over his stomach to his
side, “this one is just so badass.” It’s his favorite, the Bengal tiger that
wraps from his back to front, teeth and claws bared.

Her caresses are waking up more than just his skin, a
distinct firmness growing stronger the longer she touches him. When she couples
the sensation of her hands with her lips he can’t stop a low groan from
escaping and she doesn’t miss it.

“Mmmmmm,” she moans, dipping her hand below the line of his
jeans, “what do we have here?” Her head turns to look at him, eyes full of mischief
sprinkled with longing. “Does the patient want some pain relief?”

“Yes,” he breathes, not bothering with pretense. She smiles
knowingly, fingers unbuttoning his jeans with practiced ease to give her room
to move. Leaning up on her left elbow, body pressed close to his side, she
pushes just enough to release his length, finding him fully hard and already
dripping.

“Wow, you want it bad,” she murmurs, “did the fight get you
all riled up?”

“You get me riled
up, minx,” he moans, hips arching up as she teases his dick with the tips of
her fingers.

“Now, now, Keiji, you know what happens when you call me
that,” she coos.

“Yeah, so get to it, minx,” he almost growls. She chuckles, breath
ghosting over his cock. Akaashi groans softly as her lips encircle the tip of
him, letting out a whoosh of air as she pushes down to take him all the way in
her mouth. She’s moved again, straddling his legs, bobbing up and down with
skill. His hands roam to her hair, drawing some of it away to make it easier
and she hums a thank you around him, the vibration making his eyes roll to the
back of his head.

“_______, fuck,” he hisses at the feel her teasing teeth.

She hums again, hands rubbing over his chest while she sucks
him. Akaashi’s brain is muddled, his wants cascading over one another. He wants
her to keep going, he wants to taste her, he wants to fuck her, he just…he
wants her.

“I can’t take it anymore,” he murmurs, pulling her up to
kiss roughly before rolling over and kicking away his clothes. His mouth
latches to her neck, tongue laving over what he knows to be “her spot” and
smirks when he hears her gasp. One hand shoots up her shirt, grabbing a breast firmly,
tweaking her nipple through her bra.

“Keiji,” she mewls, music to his ears.

He moves his hand downward, grabbing her panties and skirt, shirking
them off before rubbing his hand up her inner thigh to the apex of her legs.

“And you tease me for being eager,” he whispers against the
shell of her ear when he finds just how ready she is for him.

“Shut up and fuck me,” she orders, biting his bottom lip.
Pushing her legs apart to make room for himself, Akaashi lines up, driving in
hard and deep. “Oh god,” she shouts but he swallows the outburst in a fiery
kiss. Normally he takes his time, plays her up, teases her to the brink before wrecking
her.

But not today, not right now when she feels so hot and wet
and good around him. He thrusts hard and fast, loving the feel of her nails
raking down his back, devouring her cries and moans like a man starved. He
loves her, so much it hurts sometimes, so much it scares him but he’ll never
stop.

“Ke..keiji.” She’s close, inner walls tightening, finger
clutching tufts of his hair.

“Come on baby,” he says, eyes closed and lips on her neck, “come
hard for me. Come now!”

Her orgasm is volatile, a shriek of release tearing from her
lips reminiscent of a cry for mercy. He fucks her through it, the feel of her
clenching enough to draw out his own release, announced by a low, deep groan
from his throat.

Panting heavily, the couple lay within one another’s arms,
basking in the afterglow of their intimacy.

“You should visit Yachi tomorrow, see if she can’t fix the
damage,” she comments idly drawing circles on his back.

He hums agreement from his place upon her chest, falling
into a deep slumber surrounded by her love.  

Would send something in, but realistically my “chitchat” would be //avoiding all eye contact and hiding// (But, hey if you wanna work with that, then I’d request that for Akaashi, Akashi, or Kuroko)

*Kuroko notices your
furtive glances* 

“Akashi-kun,” he begins and both the setter and his former
captain look up from their books, “who is that?”

They look at you curiously,
Akaashi replying, “I think she goes to my school, or at least, has been to our
games before.”

“She looks…nice. Should we invited her to join us?” Akashi
asks.

“She looks pretty nervous, I wouldn’t want to make her feel
uncomfortable,” remarks Kuroko.

“I have an idea,” Akaashi comments, taking out a blank piece
of notebook paper and scribbling something down. He gives it to one of the
waitresses, asking her to deliver it to you and providing a tip for the
inconvenience.

When she approaches, you blush but take the paper reading, “Hello, I think we know each other from school but forgive my poor memory for not remembering your name. I’m Akaashi. Here’s my phone number, if you want to “chat”
with me or my friends, please reply. If not, it’s ok, we just hope you have a nice day.”

Your fingers nervously type in his number and a text message
of, “Thanks
for the note, my name is _____.”

The three boys take turns chatting with you, the basketball players also providing
their numbers for later conversations.