#akaashi

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 in the industry, most of them were old, fat geezers who had outdated ideas for plots.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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

akaashi raises a stiff brow, "kisses her?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

you scowl, "it was a weird one."

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

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

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

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

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

"hm. more or less."

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

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

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

★ idea 01.

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

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

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

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

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

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

you swallow, "i- i dunno."

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

"h-he sinks a finger in."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

★ idea 02.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

★ idea 03.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

two weeks later.

knock, knock, knock.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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