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a-kaash-me-outside · 2 years ago

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𝕒 𝕡𝕒𝕔𝕜𝕒𝕘𝕖𝕕 𝕕𝕖𝕒𝕝 — 𝕡𝕒𝕣𝕥 𝟚

ᴀᴋᴀᴀsʜɪ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ x ʙᴏᴋᴜᴛᴏ ~ 5787 ᴡᴏʀᴅs ~

✧ nsfw ✧ minors dni!! ✧

size kink, threesome, praise kink, bokuto fucks akaashi yw, afab reader she/her pronouns

a continuation of a packaged deal (x) truthfully i wrote this part just so i could write the next part lmk if u wanna be on a taglist

It took longer than you had maybe hoped for the three of you to get back into this situation. There were a few weeks spent in a weird state of “will they, won’t they” and you were absolutely sick of it. There were plenty of opportunities missed, too much hesitancy and no one bold enough to just ask for what you all so desperately wanted.

It shouldn’t have taken this long to end up in this position again. It shouldn’t have taken a precariously open door that you know Akaashi saw, louder than normal noises at the slightest touches, and a concrete knowledge of Bokuto’s schedule.

It shouldn’t have fallen on your shoulders yet again.

Akaashi knew what you were doing when you meticulously left the door cracked instead of hearing the small click and turning the lock. It’s not like it was a secret, anyway.

He doesn’t question you, not as you crawl onto the bed, gently shut his laptop, and set it on his side table. Not as you press your forehead against his, run your hands up his chest, and gently massage your thumbs into his collarbones. Not as you place small kisses down his jawline and play with the hem of his shirt.

When you pull back, you notice his gaze fixed on the door and pause for a beat, waiting for him to ask why you haven’t shut it or ask you to shut it or just mention that it’s open when he knows what’s going to happen next. He’s working through it; you can see the puzzle pieces clicking together in his mind. His bottom lip nearly drops enough for words to slip out and your heart is beating faster, silent plans falling by the wayside.

And then he kisses you, cups both sides of your face with his soft palms, and crashes his lips into yours. It’s so abrupt that you lose your balance, falling into his chest with a small, shocked laugh. The laughter doesn’t bounce back the way it normally does and you’re acutely aware that every sound you make isn’t just yours and Akaashi’s anymore. Your plans are unfolding exactly as they worked in your mind, and yes, you’ve already done this before, but it is not any less scary than you anticipated it being.

You wonder if Akaashi is thinking about this as much as you are, if he’s purposely biting your neck and running his tongue as far down your chest as your tank top allows it to elicit joyful giggles and sharp inhales or if he’s just focused on making you feel good as if the door were shut.

He sits up to meet you, raises his chest until yours is pressed against his. You’re sitting straight up, seated in his lap with each of your legs bracketing his hips. He doesn’t make you strain, not one bit, meets you as you are, brings his lips to yours, drags them down your neck. He doesn’t make you lift a finger, slowly peels your tank top off and tosses it to the side, places your hands on your thighs as soon as it hits the floor.

The two of you have had sex a number of times without Bokuto since that night. The absence of Bokuto didn’t ruin your sex life; there wasn’t some missing element now. It was just as perfect as it was before. But tonight is different. Tonight there is a connotation that Bokuto will be joining you and every second that there is only one set of hands on your body, the more frustrated you’re getting.

Your whimpers are growing needier and your movements are getting whinier and you have a mind about how loud you’re being and this time it’s on purpose, but it’s not enough. Bokuto wouldn’t just barge in or even knock just at the sound. It wasn’t enough of an invitation.

Akaashi wraps his arms around your waist, holding you tightly in his lap. His lips against your ear, he speaks very softly at first, so low that he’s certain you’re the only one that could hear it. “Is the bedroom feeling a little empty tonight?” He’s considerate like that, knowing so well what you want, but double-checking just in case he’s the one that misread something. The sentence barely has time to settle before you’re nodding, a small verbal agreement following suit. “Let’s fix that, then, huh?”

He nudges your head to the side, kisses down your shoulders, rolls his hips up into you gently as he starts to tease you. He repeats himself, louder now, no longer just for you. “Is the bedroom feeling a little empty tonight?” Neither of you know for certain where Bokuto is in your shared apartment. You knew his schedule well enough, knew that he would be home somewhere, probably eating a snack in the kitchen or watching tv in the living room. Bokuto rarely spent time in his room save for sleeping and if one of you were hanging out there with him. Still, the uncertainty was enough to make you realize just how much you wanted this.

You nod at the question, just like last time, but if Bokuto were in the living room he couldn’t exactly hear a nod; the motion wasn’t enough this time. Akaashi gave you a look, opened his mouth to reprimand you. If this were any other scenario, you’d let him, would enjoy hearing him use a strong voice rather than his normal sweet one, but right now you weren’t in the mood to wait around for stern commands or explanations.

“Too empty, need him too, Kaashi.” It rolls off your tongue, no hesitation or embarrassment present despite how open that admittance is. Akaashi nips at your collarbone, murmuring against your soft skin, “Who, baby?”

“Bokuto, need Bokuto too,” you respond quickly, loudly. You were loud before, but with the direct call of his name, you’re worried that you’re maybe being a bit too forward. You can feel your body flush, warmth spreading against Akaashi’s cool skin. You reach your hands down, tugging at his shirt. You need to feel more of him.

“Probably going to have to say it a bit louder if you really want him to join us,” Akaashi smirks, resting his fingers over yours and helping you strip his t-shirt off. He’s just as loud as you, perhaps even louder as he says, “If you want Bokuto to come and join us, you’re going to have to speak up.”

You wrap your arms around his neck, press yourself harder into Akaashi’s lap. There’s pressure on your hips, fingertips digging into you as he steadies your movements. “Speak up,” he repeats.

It comes out as a mixture of a pout and a whimper, but it’s definitely louder than before, “Bokuto, want Bokuto.” Akaashi’s smirk grows bigger, eyebrows raised slightly as he shifts his hands to your ass, moving your hips to meet his own motions.

“Just a little louder,” Akaashi breathes, chest rising and falling as he lifts his hips into you again. With his soft pants and your constant whimpering, he almost misses the sound of soft footsteps approaching, almost. “I know you really want Bokuto to join us, so you should be extra loud just in case.”

Akaashi doesn’t know what to focus on, the shadow approaching under the door or the desperation on your face. His gaze keeps shifting back and forth, but you definitely don’t catch it. “Want Bokuto here,” you say, and then louder, “Bokuto.” His name trails off with a small moan.

The door opens slowly, cautiously, as if to make sure that at any moment the motion could be undone without a trace. You don’t notice the slight creak or the light from the hallway pouring into yours and Akaashi’s dimly lit room. The only thing that pulls you out of this whiney state is Bokuto’s voice.

“Did you call my name?” Bokuto asks, and you’re trying to place the tone. It’s purposeful, knowing. If he wasn’t positive he was supposed to be there, he would have shut the door so fast upon coming onto this scene. Still, despite how purposeful his tone, there is a slight quiver that you catch. You can’t see him from where you’re sitting on Akaashi’s lap, can’t see the look on his face as he waits for a response, but Akaashi can.

Akaashi made eye contact with him first. He watched Bokuto open the door, saw the courage building up on his face before the words left him. Bokuto’s eyes follow your shoulders, down your curves, to Akaashi’s hands on you and the rocking motion he’s creating and suddenly Bokuto doesn’t feel like he’s intruding.

“Well, did you?” Bokuto asks once more, no quiver this time, voice getting louder as he steps closer to the bed, though not passing the barrier to your guys’ bed. You slowly turn your head around, eye contact falling in line with Bokuto’s, and you give a small mhm accompanied by a soft nod. And that was enough for him.

You turn your attention back towards Akaashi, but you can feel the weight shift on the bed behind you getting closer and closer until there’s another set of hands on you just like you wanted, larger hands, rougher hands. Bokuto’s chest is pressed against your back and it’s so strong, so sturdy, that you let your weight melt right into him.

So maybe it didn’t fall on your shoulders again. You suppose, actually, that this time is much like last time in the sense that, sure, you may have prompted it, but it took just as much follow through from Bokuto and Akaashi. In fact, you nudged it in the right direction, but they were the ones that did most of the work, just like last time.

It feels effortless all in a single moment as if there were no previous “will they, won’t they”s, as if this is the only way it’s ever been, as if last time had been just seconds prior. Bokuto falls right into place, placing sloppy kisses into your neck as Akaashi moves down to your tits. Both of their hands are all over you, never really stopping, but rather just migrating and feeling all over your body. Your eyes are blissfully closed and at any moment you can tell exactly whose hands are whose.

It doesn’t take long for slender fingers to start playing with the hem of your panties, rolling them between his fingers, bunching them up with his fists. Akaashi speaks up from beneath you, “You’re going to have to get off so I can take these off, you know that?” You nod, slowly swinging your leg over him and sitting yourself on the other side of the bed. Despite Akaashi prompting it, Bokuto is between your legs in seconds, finishing the job.

Bokuto’s hand splays out on your stomach, gently pressing you into the mattress as he pulls your panties off. “How long were you playing with her before you called me in here?” Bokuto asks, hooking his arms under your knees and pulling you closer to him. “Because she’s fucking soaked.”

“It’s because she’s been planning this all night,” Akaashi comments, moving next to Bokuto, stroking his hand up and down your leg. You feel completely on display in a way that floods you even more. Akaashi continues to move closer to Bokuto, arm around his shoulder, resting his entire body weight on Bokuto as Akaashi hangs off of him.

Bokuto is completely unphased, tilts his head to one side, and steadily spreads you open with his thumbs. “Just as pretty as I remember,” Bokuto breathes and a shiver runs down your spine at the thought of him remembering. He slips his finger between your slit, wetting it slightly before dipping inside of you. Bokuto grunts as you take his thick finger, “Just as tight as I remember, too.”

A whimper escapes you, back arches towards him as you try to take his finger deeper. “Mmm, another, miss being this full,” you plead, head pushing back into the pillow beneath you. Bokuto just listens, doesn’t tease you or ask you to repeat yourself, he adds another finger. You almost regret asking for it, you already feel so full. You have to reach out, wrapping it around his forearm as you try to regain your composure. You try to set your own pace, but now, that… he’s not having any of that.

Bokuto fucks his fingers into you quickly. There’s only two fingers inside of you, but the burn of the stretch is enough to really feel it as his fingertips scrape against your walls, up against your spongy spot. You get a small break when Akaashi pulls off Bokuto’s shirt; you take those few seconds to regain your composure, regulate your breathing. You get another small break when Akaashi pulls Bokuto’s face towards him, smashing his lips into his and curling his fingers against Bokuto’s abs. Bokuto’s movements stutter for only a few seconds before he finds his rhythm again as Akaashi’s hands bracket his face and he can’t get a very good breath with how hard Akaashi is kissing him.

There’s one more stutter in Bokuto’s motions. It’s the only one that you get to witness in its entirety, eyes wide watching the scene unfold of Akaashi boldly fumbling with Bokuto’s waistband and reaching his hand inside of his shorts and stroking Bokuto’s half hard cock. Bokuto doesn’t just stutter in fucking his fingers into you, his breath stills too, hips pressing forward into Akaashi’s hand. There’s a gleam in Bokuto’s eye, a smirk that comes across his face. It’s one look and you realize that maybe you won’t be the focus of the night this time.

Not that you mind one bit.

The second that Akaashi pulls Bokuto’s cock out of his shorts, using both hands to stroke his thick length, you lose it. You’re tightening around Bokuto’s fingers, chest rising as you come around his fingers. They both stop for just a second, taking in the sight of you rolling your hips into Bokuto’s hand. They only stop for a second though, quickly returning to focusing on each other.

Bokuto’s fingers are on auto-pilot now, his head turned completely towards Akaashi’s, other hand resting on Akaashi’s cheek lovingly, gratefully, a perfect replacement for the many thank yous that Bokuto wants to be saying, but can’t because he can’t really catch his breath. Akaashi’s fists are closed around Bokuto’s girth, stroking him fully from the tip to the base, long, fluid motions.

You have a feeling that the things you mentioned for “next time” wouldn’t necessarily happen tonight at this rate. Again, not that you mind. There’s always next next time.

It feels a bit weird to see this side of Akaashi from the outside. You know he can take control, he’s done it many times with you, but seeing it all as an outsider rather than a recipient was different, was good.

Bokuto’s voice breaks the silence. “Think you would look just as pretty as y/n all fucked out on my fingers, Akaashi.” It somehow stuns you more than it stuns Akaashi, or at least, the stun is more noticeable. Akaashi looks almost unphased, the only indication his harsh swallowing and stunted breath. For you, it’s much more audible, a sharp inhale and strangled whimper. It’s much more visible, leaning forward at the mention, eager to move it along.

Bokuto, of course, picks this up immediately, a devilish smirk spreading across his lips as he turns towards you. “Don’t you think so?”

You nod helplessly as if there were any other answer than an overwhelming yes please.

“Kaashi, can I?” Bokuto asks, already pushing his hand up Akaashi’s chest. The second that he agrees, a small nod and an eager expression, Bokuto positions him exactly how he wants him, back flat against the bed, boxers off, legs spread, heels pushed into the bed. Bokuto doesn’t even have to ask you, looks your way, barely opens his mouth and you’re fishing the lube out of your bedside table.

It takes an even shorter amount of time to watch Akaashi unravel before you. The calm, collected, unphased man who was in front of you before completely disappears, vanishes the moment that Bokuto leans down and runs his tongue gently around Akaashi’s rim. The gentleness only lasts a few moments before Bokuto has his large hands spanning across Akaashi’s stomach, holding him in place and lapping at his hole desperately.

Akaashi is reduced to incoherence, only small groans and head nods, fists curling around the sheets and you can’t help but stare. Bokuto hasn’t even begun to finger him and he’s already just as pretty as Bokuto promised he would be.

You know exactly what that tongue feels like, what those fingers feel like. Akaashi is not being dramatic in his reaction. It’s completely warranted, the way Akaashi’s breath is quickening rapidly, the way his back is arching in an attempt for Bokuto to go deeper. Bokuto keeps one of his hands planted on Akaashi’s stomach. With the other, he gently runs the pad of one of his fingers around Akaashi’s rim.

When Bokuto presses his finger past Akaashi’s tight rim, pushing his finger inside up to his first knuckle, Akaashi lets out a moan so guttural, eyes screwed shut as he thrusts his cock up into nothing. “Kaashi, not even halfway in yet, calm down,” Bokuto teases, sliding his long, thick finger slowly inside of Akaashi.

You’re in awe at the sight in front of you. If Bokuto hadn’t guided your hand along, moving his hand from Akaashi’s stomach just long enough to wrap it loosely around his own painfully hard cock, you would’ve probably been stuck there, transfixed on the scene in front of you, squeezing your legs together tightly as your pussy drooled down the inside of your thigh. You listen to the wordless command, trying your best to please Bo with the half-grip you have on his length. He doesn’t look like he seems to mind, too fixated on how well Akaashi’s tight hole is swallowing another one of his fingers.

Bokuto’s hips follow the motions of his fingers, pressing forward whenever he sinks his fingers into Akaashi, bottoming out whenever his fingers are buried completely inside of Akaashi. You can feel the effect that Akaashi is having on Bokuto, watching the way his lips curve into a smile and how quickly his thrusts get rougher, adding another finger, and then one more before Akaashi is even completely ready. Bokuto is throbbing against your palm and it’s been a bit since anyone has said anything, too focused on how perfect Akaashi looks right now, on how he feels right now.

Akaashi must’ve had it in his head for a while, the thought had to have been circulating, cumulating for a bit now, because it leaves his mouth so easily, but so convicted like it’s been on his mind since he first met Bokuto.

“Bo, want you.” It’s sandwiched between huffs and moans, but neither you nor Bo miss it. He doesn’t have to repeat himself or explain any further. Those three words are perfectly clear. Akaashi doesn’t look any bit regretful, eyes quickly darting around Bokuto’s face, reaching down to grip onto Bokuto’s forearm. “Please.”

The only word you have to describe what you’re feeling is butterflies. Your stomach feels light, face feels flush. It’s an intimate moment, but you still feel included. It feels special. “I don’t know, Kaashi, can you take him?” you ask. It’s half teasing, half genuine.

Akaashi only nods, but it’s convincingly desperate. And you’re so busy watching Akaashi squirm that you only get to see the aftermath of the effects of Akaashi’s breathy plea on Bokuto’s face, not nearly as in control as he thought, in awe of Akaashi’s willingness to ask for exactly what he wants, like it’s been on his mind since he first met Akaashi.

The two of them stunned to a much slower pace than you want this to be progressing, you swipe the lube from the mattress, opening the cap and squeezing it onto Bokuto. The coolness brings Bokuto out of this intense moment briefly, drawing back slightly, fingers tightening around where they’ve rooted on Akaashi’s hips. But then you’ve situated yourself a bit better, have a better angle, tighter grip, more confident stroke, and Bokuto’s eyes flutter closed. His fingertips dig into Akaashi’s hip bones harder now, not as a reaction, but to show some ounce of control.

Bokuto’s hips are thrusting in shallow motions, meeting your fists as they slide up his lubricated cock, and his eyes shut tighter, pulling Akaashi towards him just inches. Akaashi’s cock lightly smacks against his own stomach as Bokuto continues the motions, a string of precome from his angry head pooling onto his abs. Akaashi’s breath is picking up as if Bokuto is actually inside of him, and you swear you can see him salivating as he’s looking up at this sight above him.

And you completely get it. You were this much in awe when Bokuto was fucking you, can recall it perfectly, the feeling of fullness that Akaashi isn’t even experiencing yet. But it wasn’t just the fullness, it was the strong arms and the secure grip and how powerful, but gentle and caring Bokuto was, and Akaashi’s throaty whimpers are entirely justified.

You lean your head on Bokuto’s shoulder. “I think he’s ready,” you whisper, trying to hide the selfishness behind the statement, hoping that he doesn’t hear your own anguish in the quiver. You don’t wait for a response from Bokuto, using your grip on his massive cock to position his head at Akaashi’s entrance.

Bokuto doesn’t stop his shallow thrusting, but lessens it. It’s not enough to slip past Akaashi’s tight rim, just barely rests against his hole as Bokuto pushes his hips forward slightly. Akaashi doesn’t know where to put his hands, settles on an eager grip on your wrist and Bokuto’s. “Please,” Akaashi whimpers, knowingly or not, tensing his grip on both of you.

You use one hand to guide Bokuto’s cock and the other to soothe Akaashi, a lovingly subtle touch on his shoulder. “I don’t think you should tease Kaashi anymore, Bo,” you murmur softly, and with a voice that sweet, it’s not like he can deny you.

Bokuto presses his hips forwards slowly and you can see how much it’s already affecting Akaashi. His whines turn to breathy pants as Bokuto continues to push past Akaashi’s tight rim. The head is barely inside and Akaashi’s head is pressing into the pillow harshly. “So big,” Akaashi whines.

“I know, I know, but you’re taking it so good, Kaashi, so fucking good,” you admire, “And it’s going to be so worth it, I promise.”

Akaashi nods along, eyes shut tightly as Bokuto pushes his head inside completely. You’re not sure if Akaashi notices the way that Bokuto’s forearms are shaking, but you do. You notice just how wrecked Bokuto looks, stunned to silence, not making a single noise, focused on slowly coaxing his cock inside of Akaashi. Bokuto stops for only a moment, letting Akaashi adjust to the feeling of his head before pushing his length inside of him inch by inch.

Akaashi’s breaths are more shallow now, squeaking out profanities and soft doubts, “Fuck, I- I don’t know if I can take it. ‘m so full.”

“I know, Kaashi, he’s almost halfway, baby, you can take him. Doesn’t it feel so good to be so full?” you ask, trying to distract him as Bokuto continues to get Akaashi adjusted. You know that Akaashi can’t really focus on how good it feels yet, too overwhelmed by the stretch and the fullness to appreciate the stretch and the fullness. He nods anyway. “You know what to say if you really can’t take it, don’t you?” you ask and he nods again.

The moments drag on and Bokuto is so painfully slow, muttering things under his breath that neither of you catch. Akaashi doesn’t stop speaking, mumbling, small tears falling from the corners of his eyes and your stomach is in knots from how fucking pretty he is. You smooth his hair, run your palm down the side of his cheek, his chest, and wrap your fist loosely around his previously untouched cock.

It’s instinctive, really, the way that Akaashi thrusts up into your hand and, in turn, onto Bokuto’s cock when he returns his position. You can hear Bokuto now, clear as day, but so soft, just as instinctive as Akaashi’s movement, “Fuck, so tight, holy shit.”

This lack of one-way motion, this new sensation changes something for Akaashi, no longer focused on the burn of the stretch, but now on the fullness, the fullness. “Again,” Akaashi begs despite the fact that he’s actually the one that created the first motion. Bokuto listens immediately, pulling out of Akaashi the slightest bit and moving back into him slowly. Akaashi arches his back, both hands wrapped around Bokuto’s grip on his waist. “Again, please, again,” Akaashi pleads.

You can hear the smile on Bokuto’s face when he replies, “Fuck, I’m going to wreck you, Kaashi.” If you were standing, you’d be on the floor, can feel how weak that sentence made you and you weren’t even the recipient. Your lazy grip on Akaashi’s cock feels secondary, but you don’t remove it. You pump him with your fist slowly, trying your best to match the leisurely pace that Bokuto has set and following suit when Bokuto quickens that pace.

“He makes you so full, doesn’t he, Kaashi?” you say into Akaashi’s ear. “So pretty and so full.”

Akaashi can barely react, just gives a small hum in the midst of all of his moans and whimpers. You’re incredibly grateful for the grip that you have on Akaashi’s cock, can feel him throbbing against your palm every time that Bokuto thrusts his thick cock inside of him. “More, want more,” Akaashi mumbles and it only takes a second to register in Bokuto’s brain.

Bokuto lifts Akaashi up to meet his thrusts, pulls him onto his cock completely to meet his harsh thrust and even more tears are falling from Akaashi’s eyes, a symphony of oh my gods and fucks filling the room as Bokuto continues to hammer into Akaashi with this plea to give him more more more.

“Meant it,” Bokuto pants, “Want to see Akaashi fuck you.” The words sink in and Akaashi is about to start protesting, absolutely fucked out on Bokuto’s huge cock, and you’re about to start protesting right along with him. The bliss that is on Akaashi’s face is not one that you want to see him rid of any time soon.

But Bokuto doesn’t show any signs of stopping, continues to fuck in and out of Akaashi’s tight hole as he leans back and flicks his eyes towards Akaashi’s cock in your hands. You can’t help the moan that comes from your chest at just the mere thought. You feel clumsy trying to position yourself correctly, throwing your leg overtop of Akaashi’s hips once again. Bokuto stills for a second, supporting you and moving his grip to your waist.

Your ass is pressed up against Bokuto’s hips and it feels like there’s barely any room for you to do what you want to do, chest pressed against Akaashi’s stomach, staring into his wide eyes as he’s waiting for Bokuto to start moving again and for you to surround him. Bokuto takes the lead again, pulling you away from Akaashi’s face, sitting you straight up instead, your shoulders flush with Bokuto’s chest. Bokuto lifts you up just slightly as you line yourself up with Akaashi’s cock.

And in one motion, you feel absolutely complete. You sink onto Akaashi’s cock as Bokuto starts moving and you have the most perfect view of Akaashi’s pretty face as you see the bliss take over completely. Bokuto presses soft kisses into your shoulder and neck, moves you up and down on Akaashi’s cock as you put your entire weight on him.

The thrusts are conflicting at first, the rhythm stunted by the amount of clashing motions. It’s new and slightly awkward, but it slowly gets more comfortable, less contradicting movements and more working in time movements. You feel completely supported, perfectly filled. Akaashi is throbbing inside of you and Bokuto’s hips are slamming into your ass with every harsh thrust and you can’t get enough, can’t take much more. Your stomach is clenching, breath becoming more shallow, weight becoming too much.

You lower yourself down onto Akaashi’s chest, only slightly worried that it will mess with everyone’s rhythms again, but wanting to be even closer to Akaashi. You press your nose into his neck, rapid breaths tickling his sensitive skin. “Gonna, gonna come,” you mumble against Akaashi’s shoulder.

It happens so quickly, Akaashi’s cock pulling out of you and being replaced by Bokuto’s girth, like they coordinated it wordlessly. Bokuto doesn’t give you the same courtesy as before and you’re grateful. There’s no slow movements as he grips your waist, holds you in place as he fucks into you hard. You can’t help how instantaneous your orgasm is. Bokuto is barely inside of you for seconds and you’re coming all over his cock, warm walls tightening around his massive cock and you barely register that you’re screaming until you’re coming down from your incredible high.

You’re also grateful for how quickly they switch back. Akaashi’s cock slipping back into you immediately after Bokuto pulls out, you don’t have to feel empty for a second.

You were so fixated on this new position, new sensation, your own high, that you haven’t even noticed the telltale signs of Akaashi being so close until now. You can feel him pulsing inside of you, can feel how fast his heart is racing. Your cunt is still quivering, wet walls clenching around Akaashi as Bokuto continues his relentless pace. You’re honestly surprised at how long Akaashi’s lasted. Though, you know he won’t last much longer.

“So full,” Akaashi whimpers, “So tight.”

“You look so pretty, Kaashi, can feel your hole tightening around me,” Bokuto smirks. “You’re gonna come so deep inside her while I’m fucking you, aren’t you?”

Akaashi nods as Bokuto pulls you back up, peers over your shoulder down at the mess he’s made of Akaashi, at how absolutely wrecked he is. “Come for me, Kaashi, please,” you say softly, smoothing your hand down Akaashi’s stomach, curling your fingers against his skin.

“Wanna- wanna feel Bo fill me up first,” Akaashi asks, and with a voice that sweet, it’s not like Bokuto can deny him. He barely needs to speed up, already on the edge just from how pretty Akaashi looks and remembering that he was inside of your tight cunt seconds ago.

“Tell me again, Kaashi,” Bokuto says, grip tighter, thrusts sloppier.

“Come inside me, please, wanna come so bad, but need to feel so full with your come,” Akaashi stumbles over the words as if they can’t get out of his mouth fast enough and he’s trying to hopelessly meet Bokuto’s thrusts, pushing against the weight of you and interrupting Bokuto’s steady rhythm and somehow Bokuto is the one that’s getting wrecked, hand in his hair, chest rising and falling rapidly and a small please falls from Akaashi’s lips and Bokuto is putty.

He stills, hips flush with Akaashi’s skin as he unloads inside of him just like Akaashi wanted. Bokuto doesn't know where best to put his hands, keeps moving them from you to Akaashi to himself, squeezing and spanning his grip wherever he feels best at the time. He’s not moving anymore, just dumping his come as deep as he can inside of Akaashi and even with the lack of movement, Akaashi can’t help himself.

Akaashi’s balls twitch against you, fingernails creating seemingly permanent crescent moon shape indents into the fat of your hips. Unlike Bokuto, he can’t help himself but to move. He’s squirming, bucking his hips up into you, trying to chase the high that he’s feeling as best he can and you feel as full as when Bokuto was inside of you with every stream of come that coats your walls.

And then it’s all over. No more thrusting, no more rocking, no more movement. Akaashi stills, only indication that he’s not passed out is his soft muttering and the miniscule shake of his head. You slowly collide with Akaashi’s chest, pressing kisses into wherever you can reach and no one says anything. The room is filled with everyone’s huffs and recuperating inhales and the only drastic motion anyone makes is when Bokuto falls onto the bed next to you and Akaashi pressed against one another.

Other than that, you all move so slowly brought on by the sheer exhaustion that has overcome the three of you. Bokuto’s arm draped over your lower back. Akaashi reaching down to hold Bokuto’s hand. You slipping off of Akaashi and making contact with the soft covers. You and Bokuto inching closer to Akaashi. Arms entangled. Breathing synched.

You break the silence begrudgingly, but it has to be said, “Can we get better at communicating when we want this?” You’re even surprised at how hoarse and jarring your voice is in comparison to the previous quiet, but you push on. “Because I don’t want to have to make a meticulous plan every time I want this.”

Akaashi laughs, soft and airy, “So sneaky.” You don’t have the energy to react or scoff so you just place a soft bite into his shoulder. He just laughs again.

“I mean, you just have to ask,” Bokuto says, and you can hear the smile from the other side of Akaashi.

“You can ask too,” you say back.

“It feels more like yours and Akaashi’s thing that I’m just invited into,” Bokuto admits and despite how exhausted you are, you lift your head, peering over Akaashi.

“No way,” you say quickly, “I don’t see it like that.” You shake your head, “It’s our thing, all of our thing. That’s the whole point.”

A small smile finds its way onto Akaashi’s face and he doesn’t chime in, but you’re certain that Bokuto can see the sincerity and agreement in the way the corner of Akaashi’s lips upturn sweetly. You’re certain that it prompts the confidence in Bokuto’s next sentence.

“Well, then, next time I will just ask then,” Bokuto says.

And it’s your turn to smile, bold and bright right alongside the warmth in your chest. Next time.

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