#keiji hq

[rensukepie]

‘less he going through my pictures! ┈─ ཻུ۪۪♡ ͎. k. a

contains + warnings : sending him nudes, reader is very very needy :(, pet names (sweet girl, baby, etc.), he drives home just to fuck you :3, praise ^_^, fingering

maybe sending akaashi nudes of you while he’s out with his friends wasn’t such a good idea…

a/n : im back! i went into writers block… but anyways! its my first time writing an actual hq character (100 follower special doesn’t count in this case)

MDNI!!

—2 new messages from “sweet girl ♡”

—2 attachments from “sweet girl ♡”

i miss you so much baby :((

do you like it keiji? picked it out just for you :3

as your notification buzzes in his pocket, he immediately grabs his phone, opening your attachment and message.

“oh my fucking god.” are the first four words he thinks to himself, his cock getting rock hard immediately.

you’re in a pretty lingerie set in his favorite color, a bow on the middle of the bra along with another bow on the top of the matching underwear.

he excuses himself to go to the nearest bathroom, his face red from thinking about the picture you sent him.

and if that didn’t add the cherry on top of your picture and message you sent him..

—1 audio message from “sweet girl ♡”

▶︎ •၊၊||၊|။||||။၊|• 0:30▶︎

“k—keiji! mmf— ahh-! m’so wet for you… can you hear it..? o—ohh…miss you sooo much, baby…”

holy shit.

—2 new messages from “keiji <3”

“can you see how fucking hard you made me?”

“coming home rn baby <3”

—1 attachment from “keiji <3”

a picture of his rock hard cock and the fact that he’s coming home right now just for you? gosh, the thought of that makes you even wetter. you really, really are needy for your keiji.

┈─ ཻུ۪۪♡ ͎.

“missed you soo much…” you whine to him before he pulls you into a kiss on the bed, the same exact bed you took that picture in.

“yeah? missed you too, baby…” he whispers, going down to kiss your neck. “look so pretty in those pictures you sent me.”

“mm, yeah? i should take more f’you then..” you giggle before whining again, feeling a hickey form on your neck along with his middle and ring finger grazing over your cunt.

“k—keiji… mmf��o-ohh…!” you whimper, a damp spot forming in the middle of your underwear, your hands grabbing at his arms.

“you’re this wet already? ive barely done anything to you… what a needy girl you are, hm?” he says in a teasing manner, but almost condescending tone as well, taking your panties off fully, cool air hitting you.

you feel his fingers rub back and fourth on your cunt again before he plunges them in, a loud whine escaping your lips, kissing you everywhere from your mouth to your tits to add onto the pleasure some more.

“m—mmfhh… o-ohhhh….m’so close… hah—…t-to much keiji…” you whimper loudly, your orgasm washing over your body, breathing heavily as you catch your breath.

“maybe if you send more pictures like that, he’ll fuck you just like how he did earlier.” you think to yourself for the rest of the day.

[raisunomii]

It is a truth universally acknowledged that a setter must be in want of a spiker.

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[windsaor]

akaashi x bokuto ♥

insta: @windsaor

[seumyo]

akaashi couldn’t be nonchalant as people made him out to be.

NOTE. Inspired by @/nethsukii’s post from TikTok!

Everyone always assumed Akaashi was the most level-headed person in the room, nonchalant in some cases, the calm voice amongst the chaos, the unshakeable setter with cool eyes and a brain that always operated two steps ahead.

That reputation didn’t change when he got a girlfriend—it intensified. People whispered about how lucky you were to have someone so composed, thoughtful, emotionally intelligent, and stable. A boyfriend who wouldn’t raise his voice, who’d remember anniversaries without being reminded, who’d bring you tea when you had cramps, and listen to you vent without interrupting.

And okay—yes. Two of those things were completely true.

But the “nonchalant” part? That one was a bit misleading.

Because if you asked Bokuto, or Konoha, or literally any of Akaashi’s closer friends, they’d tell you: he’s anything but nonchalant when it comes to you. Sure, he looks calm, but beneath that is a man whose brain short-circuits when you so much as bat your eyelashes at him thrice rather than twice. He’s an intense romantic disguised as a stoic intellectual. And the intensity isn’t dramatic or grand—it’s absurdly, endearingly specific.

“Did you know you sneeze in three stages?”

You blinked, pausing mid-bite of your grilled cheese sandwich. “What?”

Akaashi, seated across from you at his kitchen counter, wore his usual composed expression. His glasses slid a bit down his nose, but he didn’t push them up. He was too focused on you. “Three stages,” he repeated. “You do this little build-up thing first—your eyebrows scrunch, your nose wiggles like a bunny, and then you hold your breath for a second. That’s stage one.”

You stared at him with an expression of genuine confusion. “You studied my sneeze?”

“I observe,” he corrected smoothly, reaching for his cup of tea like this was just another normal afternoon conversation and not borderline concerning.

“Stage two is the sneeze itself. It’s never dainty. It’s loud. Forceful. Passionate.”

“That’s a weird adjective.”

“Am I wrong?” he asked, not missing a beat.

“Yes?” You looked down at your sandwich. “I… don’t know how to properly respond to that.”

Akaashi gave the faintest smile, his eyes flickering with mischief. “Stage three is the little sigh you do afterward. Like you just survived a great war. Then you sniff once and pretend it didn’t just shake the room.”

“You’re insane.”

“Maybe,” he admitted with a shrug, “but it’s endearing. You sneeze like a bazooka. It’s adorable.”

“No one’s ever called a bazooka adorable.”

“I’m a trailblazer,” he said matter-of-factly.

-

There were his journal entries—yes, journal entries—about you. You found one once by accident, tucked between a book of poetry and a volleyball strategy book. He didn’t write about major milestones like one might expect. No, you found out your boyfriend documented the way your nose crinkled when you lied, or how your left hand twitches a little when you were anxious.

There was an entire paragraph dedicated to the way you wrapped your scarf, how it was “disarmingly efficient, yet always crooked to the left, like her heart’s trying to lean on someone without asking.”

Who says that?

Akaashi Keiji, apparently.

He once paused mid-sentence in a phone call with Bokuto because you, half-asleep and grumpy, had mumbled something unintelligible from the other room (you had come over for a project and fell asleep after lunch). “She sounds like a disgruntled possum when she’s waking up,” he said dreamily. “It’s charming.”

...

“Akaashi. You okay?”

“More than okay.”

-

Akaashi even adjusted his wardrobe—not that he admitted it. You mentioned once, half-joking, that he looked really good in dark green, and suddenly half of his winter clothes were moss, olive, or emerald. You caught on when he started showing up with sleeves rolled halfway up because you once muttered something about liking the veins in his arms.

“Yum,” you murmur, squeezing his triceps before bursting into a fit of laughter after realizing how embarrassing you’re acting.

But you learned long ago that there was never such a thing as too embarrassing when Akaashi acted the same, if not to a greater degree. He wasn’t nonchalant. Not even close. He was... silly.

A helpless romantic who never made grand proclamations or public gestures but instead memorized the oddest, most mundane things about you like it was part of some sacred text.

And yet, he wasn’t clingy nor weird to the point of you being uncomfortable. He knows your boundaries well. He wasn’t overbearing or overly expressive. He just noticed. Quietly, constantly, lovingly. He didn’t tell you he loved you every day in words, but he knew the way you curled your pinky when you drank from your mug.

He knew you got cold at 3 a.m. even in the summer and always made sure a blanket was within reach. He noticed when you rewatched the same ten-minute section of your favorite show because you liked the background music.

He remembered the exact number of sugars you took in your coffee and the fact that your favorite mug was slightly chipped, but you used it anyway because it was a gift from your cousin. He once stopped mid-sentence while talking to Bokuto on the phone just to say, “She’s humming the Sailor Moon theme in the shower again,” with a fondness so full it made Bokuto gag.

Man, he was whole-body deep into loving you.

-

How Akaashi often spends a lot of time thinking about things that weren’t even that serious.

Like how, that one time, you laughed at someone else’s joke for a few seconds longer than how he’d normally get from you. He doesn’t even get jealous when someone’s flirting with you because he knows—you know—and you’re both trusting of one another.

But to hear you laugh for 1.7 seconds longer?

You might as well give up now, because this man is persistent.

“Are you seriously keeping time now?” you asked, laughing at his behavior.

“Yes, my dad raised me to be competitive.”

“Don’t bring him into this, Keiji,” you laughed.

He looked at you as if you hung the moon and individually painted the stars in the beautiful night sky itself. “You’re very pretty,” he says. “I think I might experience a heart attack.”

You hugged him so hard you nearly knocked his glasses off.

-

When you painted your nails—usually some soft pastel or neutral tone—he would watch intently, chin in his hand like an art critic evaluating a masterpiece. At first, you thought he was just being polite (to try and appear interested, since guys don’t usually find interest in these sorts of things), but when you noticed the way he always commented on the color and style like it was a whole personality trait, you realized it wasn’t an act.

“Oh, that shade of sage green,” he murmured once. “It makes your fingers look like they’ve been kissed by a forest spirit.”

“What does that even mean?” You laughed.

He blinked, entirely serious. “It’s a compliment.”

“Keiji, I told you. If you’re going through something, you tell me—not just like—act this way.” As a joke, of course.

He laughed too.

Eventually, Akaashi started doing them for you. It began as a fleeting thought—you had been painting your left hand with your non-dominant one, struggling to keep it clean, when he silently plucked the brush from you and started painting with delicate strokes.

“You’re going to mess it up,” you warned.

“I have steady hands,” he said with all the gravitas of a surgeon. “We did this in Home Economics, remember?”

“...Yeah.”

From then on, it became a quiet ritual. You’d sit in his lap or next to him on the bed while he carefully painted your nails (he prefers the first one but isn’t shameless enough to tell you most of the time), brows furrowed in concentration, tongue sometimes poking out as he focused too hard. And every time he picked a color, it came with an elaborate reason.

“This one reminds me of the sky right after it rains in early spring. Soft, muted, but a little hopeful.”

You’d pretend to roll your eyes, but your heart would always flutter. Because you won the boyfriend lottery with him.

Akaashi was just built like that. When you two cooked together, he’d narrate what you were doing like it was a documentary on divine beings. “And now, the goddess stirs the pot, bestowing warmth and nourishment unto mankind.”

“Stop it,” you giggled, flicking water at him. “Don’t narrate it like that. You’re making it sound like a case study.”

“But it’s fun,” he says with a smile.

“You’re so weird.”

“I’m so in love with you.”

And he truly is.

And you believe him.

Akaashi wasn’t nonchalant. He was soft-spoken, yes. Composed, yes. But behind that calm exterior was a boy with a mind full of your quirks and a heart that was overflowing with enough love to swallow you whole. And somehow, that made you feel even more lucky than you already were.

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[oxytxn]

your sweet boyfriend AKAASHI, who lazily draws little shapes on your clit as he sits behind you. you’re gasping and hiding your face in the crook of his neck as he shushes you and reminds you to keep your legs open for him. you've been so stressed out recently, so he has to help his angel, doesn't he?

when he sees those pretty tears in your eyes and hears those soft whines of you asking him to please stop teasing, he finally relents and slowly sinks a finger in.

fuck, with your cunt so wet, it's almost too easy for him to slip inside, your warmth happily welcoming him. you croak out a "thank you" as he inserts another and curls his fingers, reaching that sweet spot that you seem to have trouble reaching sometimes.

"there we go, angel, feel me," he murmurs in your hair, watching as your thighs begin to tremble, "feel my fingers."

a/n: i want akaashi to help relieve my stress damn

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mdni. do not copy, alter, or repost my work. ©oxytxn 2025.

[alpali]

Hooking up with coworker!akaashi was not on your schedule but here you both were. You guys ended up in the storage room of the cafe you guys worked at. Boxes and dust filled the room, a rusty light bulb being the only light source.

You’d have to admit, flirting with your coworker wasn’t right. But he was too fucking hot. He was always looming over you, his glasses framing his pretty blue eyes. His black messy hair and deep sultry voice. Always whispering in your ear when you were making drinks.

The sexual tension had always been there.

So really there was no one to blame for the situation you both were in.

With a heated makeout, he had you pressed against the cold wall. One of your legs hitched over his hip as he sheathed himself inside of you. His pace is fast and sloppy. Fucking into you like a dog in heat. You whimper and his big hand slides over your mouth.

“You gotta be quiet pretty.” He groans in your ear, his forehead falling onto your shoulder.

His noises make you shudder, clenching around him. His pace doesn’t let up, how the hell were you supposed to stay quiet when he was filling you up to the brim. Akaashi was huge but on the lengthier side rather than girth.

“S’good Keiji.” You moan against his hand, eyes shutting once he hits that spot again and again.

“Fuck say it again.” He kisses your cheek, leading them all the way to your shoulder until he bites down. An act to muffle his moans when you whimper out his name again.

“M close ‘ji please.” You pant out.

He replaces his hand with his lips. Your moaning into his mouth, your hands tugging at the back of his neck.

“Mmph—gonna cum if you keep doing that.” He hisses, chewing on your bottom lip. You tighten around him and he squeezes his eyes shut.

“F—Fuck cum with me yea? Please?” His plea is guttural and it’s enough for you to break and send you over.

You dig your nails into his biceps, your teeth sinking into his neck. He moans as he fills you up, slowly rutting into you.

You both pant, trying to come down from your highs. He laughs at your dazed state, trying to comb out your hair.

“You did good, just breathe.” He smiles, his voice sounding raspy. He helps you fix your clothes and apron.

“You sure you can walk?” He says it out of concern but you take it as teasing.

“Be quiet.” You pout, he smiles at you.

“Guess you’re gonna have to stick by me for the rest of your shift.”

“You’re always next to me.”

“True.”

When your shift is finished and you walk out to your car you find a note on your windshield.

‘I don’t want this to be a one time thing. Let me take you out:)—Keiji’

You smile at the note, quickly typing his number into your phone.

[sugarwarachan]

making a normally stoic man go feral is just—hnghhh

like he’s normally so put together, so assured. you’re always the one gasping and panting after he’s barely touched you, wriggling in your seat until he orders you to sit still.

he knows your body like the back of his hand; it’s a point of pride for him to get you worked up like this. he loves watching the rise and fall of your chest when your breath hitches, the way your blown-out pupils always give away how much you need him.

this is one of the few times you’ll see the edges of his resolve crack as something feral passes underneath his skin.

"did you know I thought about this all day?" his big hands grip the backs of your thighs and chuck them over his shoulder. you lost your panties ages ago, and he can see how puffy and swollen you are as he kisses his way up your inner thigh. "coming home to you and making you scream on my tongue?"

normally, he holds himself back when he fucks you, like he might break you, like one firm roll of his hips will be your demise. you like when he snaps, when he comes home like this, rough and frustrated and needy, grasping for you the way you’re always grasping for him.

you roll your hips closer to his mouth, a keening whine falling from your lips.

"greedy fucking girl.” he pushes you back on the bed and holds your hips down with a forearm. “guess you can’t help it anymore, can you? poor pussy can barely even cum when I’m not around."

when he gets like this, you're in for a long night.

BNHA: aizawa shouta, shouto todoroki, hitoshi shinsou; JJK: nanami kento, getou suguru, higuruma hiromi, HQ: sugawara koushi, matsukawa issei, akaashi keiji; BLLK: itoshi sae, hiori yo, barou shouei, reo mikage

2025 © all works belong to @sugarwarachan. do not repost, translate or steal any of my works. masterlist here.

[kamsspice]

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[rensukepie]

hi!! c, d, f with akaashi?

𝜗𝜚⋆₊˚ ꩜ .ᐟ rensukepie’s 100 follower special event w/ @mshinemuscat

character is in timeskip

minors dni

nsfw under the cut

𝜗𝜚⋆₊˚ ꩜ .ᐟ C - cum ; where do they like to release? what does it taste like & look like?

akaashi would like cumming all over your tongue! seeing you get all shy and needy for his cum is his favorite thing ever! his cum would taste salty and looks gel like :3

𝜗𝜚⋆₊˚ ꩜ .ᐟ D - dirty secret

you both met because you both were in the same department and he was your editor! definitely fantasizes about you sucking his cock while he edits the manga you were working on!

𝜗𝜚⋆₊˚ ꩜ .ᐟ F - favorite position(s)

doggy style is his all time favorite to do with you! yeah, it’s boring, but he’s a man of simplicity :3! nothing wrong with that!

[ezariumi]

onigiri miya pop-up store 〖 illustrated for omakase - twitter: @/miyaosamuzine in 2022 〗

[aerifim]

your boyfriend isn’t necessarily the type to say the words “i love you” up front to your face or even say that he is in love with you around his friends, and although that seems like a red flag to most—you wouldn’t have it any other way. 

it may seem as though that your boyfriend doesn’t love you simply because of his laid back presence majority of the time in school. a lot of your classmates assume that he isn’t a good boyfriend, and often tells you that someone like him doesn’t deserve someone like you. 

“your personalities clash too much!” your classmates would often say. and, while it was true that your personalities were the complete opposite—you wouldn’t say it clashed in the way they thought it did. your personalities actually fit perfectly together, as if they were the two missing pieces in a puzzle. 

and it’s not like your boyfriend is a complete tsundere, either. you believe that he is the sweetest person you’ve ever met in this lifetime, and just because he refuses to show much of his sweet side publicly shouldn’t mean anything. 

your classmates don’t have to know what happens after school-when you leave your last block of the day and go to the school gym to simply watch him practice, waiting for him to finish so the two of you could walk home together. 

your peers don’t have to know that everytime you enter the gym—whether you enter quietly or one of his teammates points your presence out—he starts to get flustered and his whole “tough” demeanour changes.

you often hear his friends teasing him for how whipped he was for you, and while he was in denial, everyone in the room knew that he really was in love. you knew that he was no matter what he said—you saw it in the way his gaze would soften, the way he would stop whatever he was doing just to chat with you, the way he would be so gentle with you compared to the way he would hit the volleyball with such strength and power. 

your boyfriend’s love spoke more through his actions, and it contrasts from his constant teasing remarks. he would offer you his jacket on chilly days without a word or a hint of hesitation, always made sure you had a seat right next to him on the bus, and never failing to remember your favorite snacks or daily cravings. he remembered the biggest and smallest details about you. 

so, at the end of the day, you don’t need to hear a constant “i love you” from him—because you know he loves you through his observant gestures. afterall, actions speak louder than words.

♡  akaashi keiji, tsukishima kei, rintarō suna, kageyama tobio, hajime iwaizumi, miya osamu + your favs 

[semiloml]

cw: praise kink, overstimulation, soft dom akaashi, basically just a smut drabble

Akaashi had always been meticulous in everything he did.

The way he spoke, the way he carried himself, the way his sharp eyes analyzed everything in a room—there was a precision to him that was undeniable. And that precision, that control, extended to the way he touched you.

Which was why you were currently spread out beneath him, trembling, overstimulated, and utterly wrecked.

“You’re so messy already,” he murmured, his voice smooth and even despite the wreckage he was making of you. His fingers trailed down your slick skin, dragging deliberately through the wetness between your thighs. “We’ve barely started.”

You whined, hips shifting, but his other hand pressed down on your stomach, keeping you in place.

“Be still,” he ordered, and you immediately obeyed.

Akaashi rewarded you with a small smirk, dipping his head to press a soft, deceptively sweet kiss against your collarbone. “Good girl.”

The praise sent a fresh wave of arousal coursing through you, but Akaashi was in no rush. He took his time, every movement controlled, every touch designed to make you fall apart just the way he wanted.

His fingers slid into you so easily, your body already pliant from how long he’d been teasing. He worked them in deep, curling just right, his thumb rubbing lazy, calculated circles over your clit.

“You like this, don’t you?” he mused, watching your face intently, cataloging every shiver, every twitch. “Letting me take my time with you? Knowing you don’t get to decide when you come?”

You nodded frantically, breathless. “Yes—yes, please—”

“Patience,” he murmured, pressing his lips to your ear. “We do things at my pace, remember?”

You whimpered, muscles tensing as he kept you teetering on the edge, never letting you tip over. He loved this part—seeing you get so desperate, so needy, unraveling piece by piece under his touch.

Only when you were practically begging did he finally line himself up, his cock pressing slowly, deliberately inside. He bottomed out with a low, satisfied sigh, pausing just to feel you clench around him.

“So tight,” he murmured, one hand gripping your hip, the other wrapping around your throat—not squeezing, just resting, just reminding you who was in control. “You take me so well, sweetheart.”

Then he moved.

Deep, controlled thrusts that made your breath hitch, his grip unyielding as he owned every inch of you. He never let you squirm away, never let you hide from the pleasure.

“Keep your eyes on me,” he ordered, and when you tried to look away, his grip on your throat tightened just enough to make your pulse race. “There’s my good girl.”

You could do nothing but take it, whimpering, gasping his name as he drove you closer and closer to oblivion.

And when he finally let you break—when pleasure slammed through you, leaving you shaking beneath him—Akaashi just smirked, dragging his fingers through the wet mess between your thighs.

“Messy,” he murmured, voice full of satisfaction. “But I suppose I’ll allow it.”

AUTHOR‘S NOTE: THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR ALL THE SUPPORT <33 I‘M CURRENTLY WORKING ON ALL MY REQUESTS AND I WILL NOW POST DAILY >.< (atleast I will try!!)

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