first year AkaKen where Akaashi brings up the fact he helps does his older sisters hair, so when Kenma decides to bleach for the first time and has no clue what he's doing, he texts Akaashi.
It's awkward for both of them, they don't know eachother all that well and while Akaashi isn't opposed to Kenmas inability to hold a conversation, he's also not the type to be able to bare an uncomfortable silence like the one placed upon the two of them.
"You're an Otaku, Right?" he blurts out after a good five minutes of Kenma fiddling awkwardly on his stool, and Akaashi himself stirring the bleach power that just can't seem to mix with the developer.
Kenma nods and manages to tense up moreso than he already was, and Akaashi quickly reassures he is aswell. This peaks Kenmas interest, and he offers to put on a new Anime that's recently come out
Akaashi agrees and they both loosen up, commenting every now and then on the show, Kenma complains about the burn on his scalp and Akaashi assures him "Just 20 more minutes". 30 minutes later, He's sitting on the wall opposite to Kenma's bathroom door looking at the most adorable boy he's seen in his entire life
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refreshing a bond bite not because it faded away or out of mad, feral passion. but bc keiji needs to be seen.
needs to scare off a certain alpha at work who won't leave him be. a pair of warnings on his neck.
keiji's used to it as a pretty omega, ever since he was a teenager. older alphas calling him gorgeous and how he'll be a good wife someday. all he'll need to do is look beautiful on their arm and be taken care of.
it makes his skin crawl thinking back on it, all these alphas who had /something/ to say since he was a picture perfect demure, ideal omega.
its to his luck (?) his parents were more concerned about his grades
and him getting into a good university over arranging some sort of marriage for him. maybe because his mother had that experience and divorced her first husband. she didn't talk about him often, just that she didn't want to be reduced to a pup factory.
of course that didnt lessen the pressure keiji felt with his own grades… but whatever. he'll take it over marrying a stranger.
he was also crazy in love with bokuto… then kenma… then kuroo. high school was… interesting.
things only escalated after graduation and when they ~romantically~ packed up.
two alphas and two omegas was a tiny bit abnormal, risky with fights given how competitive and dominating bokuto could be.
but they worked it out over the years, nothing was going to break them apart. keiji was still very much in love with his dear mates.
kwiji was also private in that he rarely spoke of his relationship to his coworkers.
they saw the lil msby trinkets and bouncing ball merch on his desk, they knew he had something going on with that jva guy who would wait for him after his shift.
but keiji just. didnt talk about his personal life outside of tenma.
until this new transfer, someone from osaka, got the idea to hit on keiji. annoying, they're here to work not pretend they're on a dating show.
so after about a week of shitty pick up lines and obvious attempts at trying to woo keiji…
his alphas are very shocked at his request……. excited. super excited, but shocked.
for the sake of professionalism, kuroo has his mating bites on his shoulders and one on his inner thigh.
bokuto is proud to display the one on his neck, along with the smaller bites on his wrists.
… kenma's had bites all over the place at this point. he just doesn't need them visible to the camera.
but keiji!!!
he just simply tells them that someone needs to see that he's taken and no, they can't act like knotheads.
(even kenma was miffed at this)
buuuut seeing the result the following morning… bokuto's giant bite on the left and kuroo's on the right.
reddened flesh, his scent gland was Extra sensitive to the touch. kenma left his mark on the scent gland on the underside of his wrist.
he could still feel their huge knots stretching him out…
kuroo was soooo insistent on seeing keiji for lunch.
and bokuto happened to be in the neighborhood. of office spaces.
the alpha was definitely surprised to see these two draped over keiji and god their death glares at him turned keiji on /so/ much.
it's really not something that happens in his adult life… but keiji would be lying if he said he wasn't thriving in their protective, possessive attention.
of course kuroo really needed to go back to the office and dragged bokuto out with him (bokuto seriously has nothing to do in the off season).
keiji was absolutely the topic of office gossip and you know what? he's perfectly okay with that. they can all know.
it was only amplified by kenma posting a few pictures of them all together on his main account. and now the entire world knew.
ugh… the bite marks throbbed with /want/. he'll need to triple down on the scent patches…
he just knows once he gets off work, he'll be spoiled all over again by his ultra possessive mates 🥰
Includes: heavy smut, pounding, lotus positions, Omegaverse,
The dim light of the shared apartment filtered through half-drawn curtains, casting shadows over the tangled sheets on Akaashi's bed. Kenma lay sprawled on his back, his lithe body already slick with sweat, chest heaving as Akaashi loomed over him. Both omegas, their heats had synced in a cruel twist of fate, turning the air thick with pheromones that made every breath a spark of need. Akaashi's dark eyes burned with hunger, his cock already hard and leaking pre-cum against Kenma's thigh.
Akaashi's hands gripped Kenma's hips, fingers digging in hard enough to leave bruises. 'You smell so fucking good,' he growled, voice rough from the haze of heat. He leaned down, capturing one of Kenma's nipples between his teeth, biting down sharply. Kenma arched off the bed with a sharp cry, his small pink bud hardening instantly under the assault. Akaashi sucked hard, tongue flicking over the sensitive peak while his free hand pinched the other nipple, twisting it until Kenma whimpered, his body trembling.
'Harder,' Kenma gasped, his own cock twitching against his stomach, the tip glistening. Akaashi obliged, clamping down with his teeth again, pulling until the skin stretched taut. Kenma's hands fisted in the sheets, his pussy clenching emptily, already soaked and throbbing with desperate ache. The omega's folds were swollen, slick dripping down to his ass, begging to be filled.
Akaashi released the nipple with a wet pop, smirking at the red marks blooming on Kenma's pale chest. He wrapped a hand around Kenma's cock, stroking roughly from base to tip, thumb pressing into the slit to smear the pre-cum. Kenma bucked into the touch, moaning low as Akaashi's grip tightened, jerking him off with firm, unrelenting pulls. 'Your cock's so hard for me,' Akaashi murmured, squeezing the shaft until veins pulsed under his fingers. He twisted his wrist on the upstroke, making Kenma's balls draw up tight.
But Akaashi wasn't done playing. He shifted lower, his mouth descending on Kenma's cock, swallowing him down in one deep thrust. Kenma's hips jerked, a choked sob escaping as Akaashi's throat constricted around him, sucking with hollowed cheeks. Akaashi bobbed his head, tongue pressing flat against the underside, tracing every ridge and vein. He fondled Kenma's balls, rolling them in his palm, tugging gently before giving a sharp squeeze that bordered on pain.
Kenma's pussy throbbed harder, the empty heat building to an inferno. 'Akaashi... please... fuck me,' he begged, voice breaking. Akaashi pulled off with a filthy slurp, strings of saliva connecting his lips to Kenma's flushed cock. He positioned himself between Kenma's spread thighs, rubbing the head of his own thick cock against the omega's dripping entrance. Kenma's pussy lips parted eagerly, slick coating Akaashi's length as he teased the hole.
Without warning, Akaashi slammed in, burying his cock to the hilt in one brutal thrust. Kenma screamed, walls clamping down around the invasion, every inch stretching him wide. Akaashi's cock throbbed inside, pulsing against Kenma's sensitive insides, the sensation sending shockwaves through both of them. He didn't give time to adjust—pulling back only to pound forward again, hips snapping with savage force.
The bed creaked under the assault, Akaashi's balls slapping against Kenma's ass with each heavy drive. Kenma's pussy throbbed around the thick shaft, milking it desperately as Akaashi fucked him raw. 'So tight... your cunt's gripping me like a vice,' Akaashi grunted, leaning forward to latch onto Kenma's nipple again. He bit down in time with a particularly deep thrust, the dual sensations making Kenma's vision blur.
Akaashi's hand returned to Kenma's cock, stroking it in rough tandem with his pounding hips. He jacked him off fast, fingers slick with pre-cum, twisting over the head until Kenma's thighs quaked. The omega's body jolted with every slam, his pussy fluttering, walls convulsing as Akaashi's cock dragged over that spot inside him relentlessly.
Sweat poured down Akaashi's back, his muscles straining as he rutted harder, faster. He released the nipple, now swollen and bruised, and grabbed both of Kenma's hands, pinning them above his head. The new angle let him grind deeper, his cock throbbing wildly, swelling as his own heat peaked. Kenma's pussy responded in kind, pulsing around him, slick gushing out with each withdraw.
'Cum for me,' Akaashi demanded, his free hand yanking on Kenma's cock one last time. Kenma shattered, his release spurting over Akaashi's fist, body seizing as waves of pleasure ripped through him. His pussy clamped down like a fist, throbbing in rhythmic squeezes that pulled Akaashi over the edge. With a roar, Akaashi buried himself deep, cock pulsing as he flooded Kenma's womb with hot cum, thrust after thrust milking every drop.
They collapsed together, Akaashi still buried inside, both cocks twitching with aftershocks. But the heat wasn't sated—Akaashi's hips twitched, already hardening again for round two.
Akaashi's cock stirred back to life inside Kenma's cum-slicked pussy, the thick length swelling against the omega's fluttering walls. Kenma whimpered, his body still trembling from the first orgasm, oversensitive nerves firing with renewed hunger. The heat clawed at them both, demanding more, their scents mingling in a heady fog that drove Akaashi to shift his hips experimentally. He ground deeper, eliciting a gasp from Kenma as fresh slick coated his shaft.
'Not done yet,' Akaashi rasped, pulling out slowly, his cock dragging along Kenma's inner walls with a wet schlick. Cum and slick dribbled from Kenma's stretched hole, pooling on the sheets. Akaashi sat up, hauling Kenma onto his lap in one fluid motion, positioning them face-to-face in the lotus. Kenma's legs wrapped around Akaashi's waist, his arms looping over broad shoulders for support. Their cocks rubbed together, Akaashi's rigid length pressing against Kenma's semi-hard one, both leaking steadily.
Akaashi gripped Kenma's ass cheeks, spreading them wide as he guided his cock back to that greedy entrance. He sank in inch by inch, the position allowing him to bottom out until his balls pressed flush against Kenma's skin. Kenma's head fell back with a moan, his pussy clenching around the fullness, throbbing in time with Akaashi's pulse. Akaashi's hands roamed up, thumbs circling the abused nipples before pinching hard, rolling the stiff peaks between his fingers.
'Ride me,' Akaashi ordered, bucking up sharply to emphasize. Kenma obeyed, lifting his hips and slamming down, the slap of skin echoing in the room. Akaashi met every descent with a powerful thrust, his cock spearing deep, grinding against that inner spot that made Kenma's vision spark. Sweat-slicked bodies slid together, Kenma's cock trapped between them, smearing pre-cum across Akaashi's abs with each bounce.
Akaashi leaned in, capturing a nipple in his mouth, sucking voraciously while his teeth grazed the tender flesh. Kenma cried out, his rhythm faltering as pleasure-pain shot straight to his core. Akaashi's free hand wrapped around Kenma's shaft, pumping it in short, rough strokes, squeezing the base to stave off release. The lotus held them locked, intimate and intense, Akaashi's hips rolling in circles to stir his cock inside, stretching Kenma's pussy wider.
But the heat surged, needing more ferocity. Akaashi stood abruptly, still impaled deep, carrying Kenma with him toward the edge of the bed. Kenma's legs tightened around his waist, nails digging into Akaashi's back as gravity drove him down harder onto the pounding cock. They stumbled to the wall, Akaashi pinning Kenma against the cool surface, using it for leverage to fuck up into him with brutal snaps.
Kenma's back scraped the paint, his pussy gushing around Akaashi's relentless drives, the angle hitting new depths. Akaashi's mouth switched to the other nipple, biting down as he thrust, the combined assault making Kenma's cock throb untouched against Akaashi's stomach. 'Fuck... so deep,' Kenma panted, his walls pulsing, milking every ridge of that invading length.
Akaashi spun them away from the wall, lowering Kenma to the floor without pulling out. He flipped the omega onto all fours for doggy, knees spreading wide on the carpet. Kenma arched his back, presenting his ass, pussy lips puffy and dripping. Akaashi knelt behind, hands clamping onto hips as he rammed forward, burying himself to the hilt in one savage plunge.
The new position let Akaashi go feral, hips pistoning with unrestrained force, balls slapping loudly against Kenma's clit. Each thrust jolted Kenma forward, his arms buckling until his chest pressed to the floor, ass high. Akaashi reached around, fisting Kenma's cock again, jerking it in time with his pounding, thumb digging into the slit to coax out more pre-cum. 'Your hole's sucking me in,' Akaashi growled, leaning over to nip at a shoulder, then sliding a hand up to tweak a nipple, pulling until Kenma sobbed.
Kenma's pussy throbbed wildly, walls convulsing around the thick shaft as Akaashi's pace turned punishing. He varied the thrusts—shallow teases followed by deep, grinding slams that made Kenma's toes curl. Slick sprayed with every withdraw, the carpet darkening beneath them. Akaashi's own cock swelled, veins dragging along sensitive folds, the friction building to a fever pitch.
Not satisfied with the floor, Akaashi yanked Kenma up by the hair, guiding him to the dresser. He bent the omega over the wooden surface, mirrors reflecting their flushed faces and the obscene sight of Akaashi's cock disappearing into that soaked pussy. Akaashi spread Kenma's legs wider, one foot propped on a chair for better access, then drove in again, the dresser rattling with each heavy impact.
Kenma braced his hands on the mirror, fogging it with ragged breaths, watching Akaashi's intense gaze in the reflection. Akaashi's fingers found Kenma's nipples once more, pinching and tugging from behind, the pull syncing with his thrusts. He stroked Kenma's cock over the edge of the dresser, balls tightening as he felt the omega clench. 'Gonna fill you again,' Akaashi promised, hips blurring as he chased release.
They moved to the chair next, Akaashi sitting with Kenma straddling him reverse cowgirl, facing the door. Kenma sank down, pussy engulfing the cock fully, rocking back to take it all. Akaashi's hands guided the motion, one on a hip, the other playing with Kenma's balls, squeezing and rolling while his other fingers teased the base of the shaft. Nipples forgotten momentarily, Akaashi slapped Kenma's ass, the sting making the pussy tighten deliciously.
Kenma ground down, circling his hips, but Akaashi took control, thrusting up hard enough to lift Kenma slightly. The chair creaked under the assault, threatening to tip. Slick ran down Akaashi's thighs, the wet sounds filling the room. Kenma's cock bobbed, untouched now, leaking steadily as his prostate was battered.
Akaashi stood once more, maneuvering them to the windowsill. He pressed Kenma face-first against the glass, cool night air seeping through as he entered from behind in a standing doggy variation. The city lights blurred beyond, but neither cared—Akaashi fucked with abandon, one hand muffling Kenma's moans, the other yanking on a nipple through the twist of his body. Kenma's cock rubbed against the sill, friction adding to the overload, his pussy throbbing in endless waves.
Finally, back to the bed for missionary, Akaashi hooking Kenma's legs over his shoulders, folding him nearly in half. This let him plunge deeper than ever, cockhead kissing the cervix with every brutal drive. Akaashi's hands pinned Kenma's wrists, mouth alternating between nipples, sucking and biting until they were raw peaks. He wrapped a foot around Kenma's cock—no, wait, hand again—stroking furiously as his own release built.
Kenma shattered first, pussy spasming in violent contractions, cum shooting across his chest in thick ropes. The grip pulled Akaashi under, his cock erupting deep inside, flooding the womb with pulse after pulse of hot seed. They collapsed, bodies entwined, but the heat lingered, promising more rounds in their endless cycle.
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small bkakkkrn/akaken mini fic originally posted on twitter.
akaashi "iphone storage is full" keiji who just completely forgets to get a new phone because he doesn't have the time or energy between working and being with his partners. sure, it's a bit annoying when he's taking a picture of bokuto and kuroo making silly faces that he has to wait a second to take the photo or maybe he'll use kenma's phone but he never has the urgency to get a new phone so it just stays that way. one day kenma needs to take a look at a few things on akaashi's phone, something about calendars... streaming event... truthfully his latest project has gotten away from him so Akaashi has been too focused on that to fully soak in anything else. (yes, he's neglected a meal or three but luckily bokuto and kuroo are out of the city for a week.) kenma accidentally swipes to take a picture, sees the storage notification and has to pause. it's been so long since he last saw that pop up (and he literally had to beg kuroo to let him buy him a new phone so he could have more games on it). with that knowledge, kenma immediately decides on his gift for akaashi's birthday. and when the day comes, as they're all passing gifts along, kenma passes along a rectangle box and nothing more. akaashi gives him a questioning look, slowly unwrapping the paper around it and smiling softly as he realizes what it is. his eyes find kenma's, an unspoken gratitude in them as bokuto and kuroo are both saying how happy they are that akaashi will finally have a new phone. kenma blushes shyly, but reaches to press a kiss to akaashi's cheek. akaashi makes sure to turn his head for a full kiss. "i didn't even realize i needed a new one," he whispers and kenma shrugs. "that's what we're here for. even if they chose to be quiet about it." bokuto and kuroo immediately protest, something about already knowing akaashi needed more storage and they were just waiting for the right moment. kenma rolls his eyes but says nothing. the first thing akaashi takes a picture of when his phone is ready to use is the note kenma stuffed inside the box. "keiji - i saw you needed more storage and i love the photos you take. i don't want you to stop taking them for a stupid reason so take this as my birthday gift to you. i love you, thank you for being you. (ps. i'm not allowing kou and tetsu to take credit for this even though i know they'll try.)"
akaken who've been dating since high school and weren't exactly interested in anyone else but bokuto and kuroo ended up in their relationship anyway???
kuroo was always touchy and a cuddle maniac with kenma, that just transferred to keiji in uni.
keiji isn't sure /when/ it happened, but like… he wasn't offended by kuroo being clingy w/ kenma bc that's just. how he is.
you date kenma, you get a free kuroo in the mail.
but then kuroo starts greeting keiji with back hugs and movie nights wind up with the three smushed together and when kuroo catches keiji alone he cant help wanting to hold his hand.
kenma doesn't mind, so keiji is okay with it too? even if kuroo can be a pain in the ass at times with his mouth that never stops running, he's soft in ways that make keiji's heart melt.
then theres bokuto… all sunshine that invades kenma's life at full force. he's great when kenma decides to vlog since his fans love him. his muscles are very… nice… to look at. touch, even.
he can be very protective too… like when kenma was accosted by some random extremely needy fan and bokuto spooked him away just by being there. not to mention the dumb ideas kenma can try with bo that give kuroaka headaches.
its kuroo who jokes about calling their hang outs date nights and bokuto runs to the moon with it. kenma doesn't mind, keiji just thinks they're being endearing idiots. plus they always have a good time together anyway.
its kinda… cliche now that keiji thinks on it.
they came back to the apartment after a night out, all of them some level of tipsy (kuroo was most wasted). he went on about wanting a good night kiss since they dropped off akaken in one piece.
bokuto was giggly, kenma had managed to unlock the door, and keiji said whatever.
a light peck to kuroo's lips. kuroo's howl probably woke up one of their neighbors. so kenma yanked him by the collar to shut him up with another kiss.
'hello???????'
now bokuto needed kisses too (and he got them). akaken headed inside and left those two out there to find their own way back home.
'You kissed Kuro.'
'… You kissed Kou.'
'Did you like it?'
keiji didn't even think on it as he just dumbly nodded and kenma hummed… then pushed his buzzed boyfriend into their bed.
see, akakens relationship started bc they got very close… and then keiji kissed kenma and it just went from there.
it took months for them to actually give it a label, kenma just liked doing stuff with keiji. and you know, feelings.
'We should probably talk about this?'
kenma asks over coffee the following morning, his butt is in keiji's lap.
'I like them both.'
'Same, cool.'
keiji snorted as kenma was probably sure that was it. lazy kitten…
what they didn't expect was those two trying to knock down their door. and apologizing for pressuring them for kisses.
'Oh no, looks like you'll have to become our boyfriends now to earn our forgiveness.'
kenma says and bokuroo are stunned for a moment. then attack the two with crushing hugs and infinite kisses bc damn… all that pining…
