#dad!akaashi

To be honest, you don’t really mind, he’s one for… however many years you’ve known him, he was bound to forget it at some point (you certainly know you’ve had a few close calls), it just feels strange to have a birthday just with you and not your loving husband or eager daughter.

You stretch, yawn and slowly get out of bed, making your way to the kitchen to prepare for your day off, eager to spend some time alone and not have to worry about anything until you pick up your four year old.

Who is just as surprised as you at Keiji’s forgetting. Who takes a vendetta against Keiji for forgetting.

“You mean daddy didn’t take care of you today?” She says sadly. “That’s not nice of him…”

You giggle, “it’s okay, it’s just one day, yeah?”

“But!” She whines. “I made you a card! ‘Nd we should have a cake! And a birffday party!”

You shrug as you continue to strap her in, “well, sometimes, things don’t exactly pan out like we’d expect them to. And that’s okay! Besides,” you take out your credit card and flash it to Mei, “now we can have a girls day, yeah? Brag to daddy all about it.”

She beams up at you, and you finish buckling her into her seat.

Nails have been painted, delicious pastries for dessert have been picked, a cake to be baked and decorated has been prettied up, and now, all you can do is wait for Keiji to come home and witness all the fun he’d missed today.

Sure enough, 15:34 rolls around, and Keiji comes through the door, sleepy smile on his face and jacket shrugging off of his shoulders. “Hey, my girls.”

“Hey,” you hum, making your way over to him. You toss your arms around his neck and pucker your lips out for a kiss, which he tenderly returns. “How was work?”

“Exhausting,” he says with a small whine. “So glad to be home with the two loves of my life.” He smiles and kisses you again, only to then make eye contact with his daughter, who eyes him in a scold. He crouches down and reaches out to pinch her cheeks, only for her to dodge him slightly.

“And how’s my favorite little-“

“Hmph!”

Immediately, Keiji is cut off by the sound of your four year old’s disapproval, and he watches with a displeased furrow as she stomps her foot with crossed arms and turns away from him. His jaw is slacked, at the mercy of Mei and your attempts to not cackle out loud.

His eyes, filled with incredulous confusion flick back up to you in search for your assistance in correcting her attitude, but you say nothing. Instead, you place your hands on your hips and look down your nose at him.

He straightened his back and took a deep inhale for patience, “excuse me?”

“I said:” once again, Mei stomps her foot and crosses her arms tighter over her tiny chest, “hmph!”

“Have i upset you, Mei?” He asks, crouching lower to try and get her to open up to him. “Is there something you need to tell me?”

“You should know,” she snips.

God she’s so cute, you could just bite her.

Keiji, right now however, may disagree with that sentiment.

“I don’t think I like this attitude, little miss-“

“Not my fault you didn’t wish mommy happy birffday today!” Mei pouts, and instantly, Keiji’s brows shoot up, from anger to surprise. When he turns to look at you in confirmation, your expression turns from one of amusement, to faux anger to match Mei’s. His gaze softens, and he reaches his hands out to you for your affection.

“R…Really?”

“Really really,” you confirm. “I was super surprised our four year old and Koutarou remembered before you did.”

All the color drains from his face, and for a moment your expression softens as he looks like he’s about to faint right in front of you. “Kou…Koutarou remembered?”

“Honestly all of the Jackals did- Kiyoomi even sent me a card that’s due to come.” The detail, all though a little unnecessary, again makes him deflate, and even if your intentions are cruel, he looks so cute trying to grovel for forgiveness.

“Baby… my love… I’m so, so sorry-“

“You should be,” you huff, crossing your arms dramatically. “It’s a good thing I had Mei to keep me company all day, apparently she’s the only Akaashi who loves me.”

“Yeah!” Mei’s voice echos behind Keiji. It makes him snort and drop his head against your shoulder, palms smoothing up your hips and sides in an attempt to be affectionate, though the action only has you melting into his embrace.

“I’m so sorry,” he hums from your neck, peppering soft kisses along the length. Your breath hitches and your own hands come up to rest on his own shoulders. “Is there anything I can do to make up for it?”

“Absolutely not,” you say, giggling softly when he tenses up, then looking up it you in betrayal. “I want ramen. I want ice cream and chips, and I want to watch classic Disney movies as a family, and I want to do those cute panda face masks Mei got us for our anniversary with Koutarou.”

“Okay… okay I can do that; what kind of chips?”

“All of them.”

“You got it.” With that, Keiji kisses your cheek and quickly turns on his heal to head back out to the corner store to stock up on everything you asked for.

“Mommy?” Mei asks, tugging your pant leg.

“What baby?”

“Are you mad at daddy?”

You smile and ruffle her hair, bending down to pick her up and help you set up the rest of your birthday wishes.

When you needed to be surrounded by books, it took priority. You weren’t the absolute best student nor were you the absolute worst. You could be the best when you needed to be and when there was motivation. The competition to fight for the number one spot wasn’t worth it. 

Your parents only said to try your best and to be yourself.

Now you’re back to square one when your family moved after the first year. 

You met him in your second year when you transferred schools. Thinking you weren’t going to make it to homeroom on time, you bolted through the unfamiliar hallways and ran smack into someone coming out of the classroom.

The impact had you stumbling backwards and before you fell, two hands reached out to steady you.

“Sumimasen.” Quickly pulling away and with a bow, you stepped to the side to let them pass.

“I’m sorry. It’s my fault for not watching where I’m going.”

The voice was soft-spoken and courteous. It’s even more embarrassing when you realize you ran into a guy. This wasn’t how you wanted to start off your first day at a new school. 

The whole time you kept your head down. He sighed eventually and walked away. When you no longer heard footsteps, only then did you straighten yourself.

A voice behind you said, “You must be the new student, l/n y/n. I’m going to be your teacher, Morioka-sensei.”

“Ohayo gozaimasu.” You turned around and bowed again.

It’s then the school bell chimed signaling the start of class.

The remaining students entered the classroom and the teacher gestured for you to enter first. “After you.”

You stepped inside and waited over on the side for the teacher to take their place at the front of the class. In the meantime, you fixed your school uniform and school bag.

“Everyone, I’d like to introduce our new transfer student today, if they would please step up to the front.”

The short walk to the front of the class put you in the spotlight. Every pair of eyes were trained on you.

“This is l/n y/n, who is going to be in your class starting today. Please be good to them.”

You bowed and said, “Nice to meet you all.”

It’s when you stand upright, a pair of blue eyes are locked onto yours.

On the way to an empty seat at the back of the class, you hoped the guy you ran into earlier wasn’t in the class or if he was, he sat in one of the seats in the front.

“Psst!”

After pulling out your materials, you looked over and saw a classmate with a huge grin on their face.

“You know who you ran into earlier, right?” An excited look evident on their face.

“No, I didn’t get a chance to see-”

“The setter and vice-captain of the boys volleyball club!”

“Sorry, I don’t follow sports.” He had to be popular then. You only played sports during physical education, not competitively on a team against other schools.

They went on and rambled saying he's very popular, smart, and a bunch of other things you didn’t quite catch. You already got off on the wrong foot with him and didn’t understand why your classmate was telling you this when they seemed to have a huge crush on him.

“He’s in our class too! He’s over there!” They pointed to one of the guys sitting up front.

It’s as if he knew or heard the two of you were talking about him. The classmate couldn’t be more obvious or any louder. The same moment, he turned around and locked eyes with you again.

Oh, no, you groaned internally.

The guy you ran into who happened to be the one you locked eyes with earlier and just now.

“His name’s Akaashi Keiji.”

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Since you’re at a new school, you wanted the last two years to be different because you only get to experience high school once and you also only live once. You had no trouble making friends. Before you know it, you ran with two different crowds. The second one being Akaashi’s because the teacher thought it would be a good idea to pair the two of you up for assignments and projects, hoping he would help you get settled in. The teacher must have had a peek at the grades you received at your previous school. Why would the teacher put two good students together? He was more than a good student, a great student to be exact.

The two of you didn’t talk much at first because you kept to yourself. He was only a classmate. It started out with the normal greetings, pencil borrowing, or borrowing of notes. You weren’t sure how someone like him wouldn’t have a usable pencil. The distance stayed because of the classmate from before, not wanting to overstep boundaries, to have rumors spread about you, although, it got around pretty quickly about how you ran into him, not knowing who he was, nor were you looking for something more than friends. It wasn’t necessary to be paired up with him any longer, you being more than capable of working with others. The teacher must have gotten used to the pairing or overlooked it.

As the school work piled up throughout the year, you eventually met Bokuto. How could you not? He was boisterous, friendly, and a little intimidating, at least it’s how you felt around him at first with his outgoing personality. He said he had to meet this classmate who took up so much of Akaashi’s time. It was unavoidable because he waited outside your classroom. You also ran into him, the same way you did with Akaashi.

Everything was fine until you had the courage to ask Akaashi about volleyball. It was one topic he was very enthusiastic about. He kept talking about Bokuto and his mood swings. You couldn’t imagine it or put two and two together. Then he asked if you ever watched it.

“No, I don’t think it’s for me.” 

Akaashi looked crestfallen at your answer. 

You took notice and quickly changed your mind. “I’m sorry. I mean I can give it a go. I can come watch a practice or something.”

He stared at you for a moment as if not believing what you just said. It took a lot of courage for him to ask what he did next, “How about today and then we can work on the assignment?”

The first answer you gave was right. It wasn’t for you because aside from trying to do your homework there, you couldn’t concentrate and only watched Akaashi, and maybe Bokuto once in a while.

A few weeks later, Shirofuku and Suzumeda were waiting for you outside your classroom. This was becoming a habit, but thank goodness you didn’t run into them. The buzz around the school was they were looking for fresh meat, aka a manager to train. It was clear as day to them the times you went to practice or matches and when the team joked about it, you didn’t want to be one.

“Sumimasen, Shirofuku-san, Suzumeda-san,” you apologized again when you turned down their offer.

“Please, y/n-chan, you can call me Yukie-“

“And me Kaori,” Kaori chimed in.

“For the amount of time we spend together, I think you’ve earned it,” Yukie added with a wink.

“Are the two of you looking for Akaashi? If so, he stayed behind to help another student.”

“We’re actually here for you,” they both said at the same time.

They led you off to the gym before you could protest.

The first thing Bokuto asked you when he saw you was, “Are you going out with Akaashi?”

“Oh, no, we’re just friends,” you laughed nervously. The thought never crossed your mind.

Bokuto rubbed his chin deep in thought. “Hm. You two are spending an awful lot of time with each other.”

“We’re just-“

“y/n and I are just friends, Bokuto-san,” Akaashi answered from behind you.

A sigh of relief escaped you. There shouldn’t be any misunderstandings at all.

“Akaashi! I was asking y/n-chan, not you!”

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You went a little overboard your third year. The amount of time you spent trying to do everything you possibly could and help others was taking a toll on your health and studies. Clubs and activities asked you for assistance. Friends wanted help with assignments or studying. You started dozing in class. Grades started to slip a little. 

Akaashi noticed the change too because it wasn’t like you. He’s seen you turn down requests the year prior. The two of you were no longer in the same class, but the study sessions remained. A few times you nodded off, but he didn’t say anything. He walked you home sometimes. Once in a while you would go to his games when you had time. You hung out together on some weekends. It was only for lunch or something of the sort.

On one of the last days before winter vacation, you woke up late. The trip to school went by in a blur. So did classes for the day. You were supposed to meet up with Akaashi at the library, but he had prior engagements and would meet you there much later. You fell asleep while waiting for him. 

What woke you up was when someone brushed away the hair that was covering your face, along with something being draped over you.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you. It can get pretty chilly in here,” Akaashi explained.

When you saw Akaashi sitting next to you, you sat up in a hurry and looked at the time. The entire time you were supposed to be studying, but nothing got done.

“I can’t do this anymore, Akaashi.” A step back needed to be taken and only what you could handle taken on. You couldn’t keep on being this person you weren’t.

“I know.”

“Know what?” You eyed him suspiciously.

“You’re taking on more than usual.” Akaashi gave you a small smile.

“Oh.” It was chilly in there because you rubbed your hands together and blew on them.

“Here.” He held out his hands to you. When you didn’t move, he reached for your hands and held them in between his. They were very warm.

You didn’t want him to get the wrong idea. “Akaashi, I-”

“Keiji.” It was said very softly and quietly.

The classmate from before moved on. Everyone assumed you two were a couple, but you didn’t want to ruin the friendship. You only took on all the extra activities to keep your mind off of him. Besides, you were pretty sure he only saw you as a friend from the numerous times he explained it to Bokuto.

At a loss for words, you could only stare at your hands in his.

“Promise me you’ll only take on what you can handle?” 

You nodded, “I wasn’t that obvious, was I?”

“I knew all along,” he answered. The first person he met who was content with not being popular was you. You were your own person and who didn’t let others influence your decisions. “You don’t have to keep up the facade. Be…”

“…yourself,” you tell your daughter. “And that is how your dad and I met.”

“Daddy!” your daughter shrieks. “Daddy!”

Before you can stop her, she hops off your lap and runs out of the room.

The afternoon was spent putting the finishing touches to your daughter’s room. She wanted new sheets and wall decals. Your husband obliged her and bought the ones she picked out, thinking if she got to choose what to put up and help decorate her room it would give her the boost she needs. You, for one, didn’t have a choice when you were her age.

Now you’re trying to calm her nerves because she’s afraid of going to school tomorrow. She thinks she’ll get off to a rocky start and won’t make any friends. She wants people to like her. 

It’s a brand new setting, at school and away from her parents, for a first-timer. For some reason you think telling her your side will help, but she takes on the exact opposite meaning of the story.

Boys.

Bokuto’s son will be there with her, whether he’s in the same class or not remains unknown. It really doesn’t help the situation at hand. Speaking of them, they both are currently over. Your husband is with them, now your daughter too.

This is your home. You aren’t planning to move any time soon. Your daughter will be fine. She has you, a father who loves her, a bunch of your friends who do as well, and of course, her Onii-chan. It’s what she calls Bokuto’s son.

He’s like a mini version of his father. He takes care of and watches out for your daughter like an older brother will. Overprotective. If she falls, he’ll soothe her or try to pick her up. You don’t understand how though when they’re both so small and almost the same size. He sticks up for her when others pick on her at the playground. He’ll bring her her favorite snacks. He cheers her up when she’s sad. 

The list will become endless because now they’re going to school together.

It’ll probably turn into something more than siblings one day.

You sigh and get up from the floor to go back to your bedroom to finish folding the laundry.

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“Love, what’d you tell our darling daughter?” Akaashi wraps an arm around your waist from behind and rests his chin on your shoulders.

“I told her how we met. I kept it kid friendly up until the last year of high school, but she misunderstood.”

He releases you and turns you around, offering his hand. “Come. I want you to see something.”

Outside in the living room, Bokuto is chasing his son and your daughter around the sofa. Your daughter is trying to keep up and trailing behind. Bokuto does this in slow motion. It’s funny seeing him pretend he can’t catch them. 

His son stops suddenly and your daughter runs into his back and falls onto the floor. She starts crying almost immediately. 

Instinct tells you to go, but Akaashi holds you back. “Watch what happens.”

It’s when Bokuto’s son who turns around in a hurry, drops to the floor to hug her against his chest like a stuffed animal, and gently pats her head where her cries subside.

The scene before you makes your heart melt.

Bokuto picks up both of them, one in each arm, and you notice they’re holding hands. They start to giggle when Bokuto starts bouncing them up and down.

Akaashi squeezes your hand. “I think she’ll be just fine.”

The two of you would eat, spend plenty of time lazing around in bed, lost in each other until it was time to go to the grocery store to get everything for the dish you’d be bringing to your weekly gathering.

“Soooo, what’d we decide to make this time?” Bokuto asked you, smile shining as brightly as ever as he walked beside you while you pushed the shopping cart.

“Hmmm, I thought we could get everything to make your favorite.” you smile at him, “Yakiniku sound good to you?”

“Ahhh, you really mean it?” you swear you can see stars in his eyes. “Have I told you that you’re the best girlfriend EVER?” He swings his arms around you and hugs you from behind before placing a kiss on your temple. Only he doesn’t stop there, he peppered your whole face with kisses because to him, you really were the best thing that has ever happened to him.

Once your shopping trip is finished, and you’re back in the comfort of your shared apartment, you prepare the rest of the appetizers you planned on bringing and make your way to Akaashi’s place.

Kuroo and Akaashi usually hosted the get-togethers. Considering they both had families and more space for everyone. You loved being around them, always sharing countless stories and laughs. Your relationship with Bokuto might be the newest, but they always made you feel like a part of the family.

And that’s exactly how you felt as soon as you were greeted at the front door. Bokuto’s signature “Hey! Hey! Hey!” echoes through the entryway of the house as you guys make your way inside. Hello’s and hugs are exchanged between the adults followed by sweet tugs on your shirt from 3 sets of little hands.

Akaashi and Kuroo’s kids are always thrilled to see you, and you’re just as happy to see them! Kuroo’s son, Kaito, and daughter, Emiko, are eager to help with whatever you’re cooking. The two have always had more interest in your cooking than they ever had in volleyball. Akaashi’s son, Takashi, who is just about to be 3, follows you around like a little shadow and constantly flashes grabby hands at you to pick him up.

Ever since Bokuto started bringing you around, you’ve always been ‘Auntie y/n’ to the kids, and you’d be lying if you said it wasn’t one of your most favorite things to hear.

Once everyone is settled in and the appetizers are in the kitchen, you hand over everything for the Yakiniku to Akaashi so he can get it on the grill. Bokuto has always been grateful that you give him time to hang out with his best friends when you all get together. So, you let him be, pressing a kiss to his cheek to head inside. And as if it’s right on cue, you hear two voices shouting “Auntie y/n! Auntie y/n!” coming from the back door, followed by the thumping of two tinier legs trying to keep up.

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“The kids sure do love her Bo.” Akaashi says as he places the meat on the grill.

Bokuto smiles like a grade schooler, “Can you blame them? I mean look at her. She’s so good with them.”

“You think it’s about time for the two of you to take the next step man?” Kuroo asks as he steps forward to face Bokuto while leaning on the island of the outdoor grill.

Bokuto doesn’t answer right away. Instead, he watches the way your hips sway just a little bit more with Takashi perched on your hip as you walk. The way he giggles at you when you blow a raspberry into his neck. The way you lean down to talk to Emiko when she wants to tell you a secret, and the pretend look spreading across your face when you act shocked at the words coming out of her mouth. He can’t help but smile harder at you. You were made for a role like this.

“Bokuto? I know you have rocks for brains but are you in there?” Kuroo asks again.

Bokuto bashfully rubs his hand through his hair and scratches the back of his neck. “HaHaa, yeah sorry. I just got a little lost in thought.”

“We can tell,” Akaashi says, smirking at his best friend without making eye contact. “Don’t you think it’s time? I mean you two already live together… and it’s clear to everyone that you’re both crazy about each other.”

“Akaashi is right.. I don’t know any other person who would put up with you the way y/n does.” Kuroo chimes in.

“Hey! That’s not fair!” Bokuto says in defense.

All three of the boys break out into a laugh before Kuroo speaks again, “It’s not a bad thing Bo, we’ve just never seen you so happy. Plus, you’ve seen how good she is with kids…” Kuroo steps closer to Bokuto and swings an arm around his best friend's neck, pulling their faces so close together they almost touch. “Could you imagine what it’d be like having a little one around calling her ‘mommy’?”

Bokuto’s throat goes dry and he’s convinced he’s never felt his heart beat so fast. No win, no spike, no perfect play could ever make his heart race harder than the thought of his child calling you mom.

It’s as if he’s stuck in a trance. His eyes find you, sitting with his best friends’ wives. Takashi sitting on your lap while you bounce him up and down on your knee. You seem completely unphased by the way his little hands tug on your hair and it makes Bo’s chest warm.

He can’t help but smile and get lost in how perfect you look with a toddler in your arms. How much more perfect you’d look holding his baby.

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With full bellies and even fuller hearts, the night comes to an end as you’re standing in the kitchen packing up leftovers. Bokuto is with Akaashi and Kuroo as they finish cleaning up outside. Bokuto picks up Takashi to start his round of goodbyes. Emiko and Kaito always make a fuss when company is about to leave so they’re doing their best to be a distraction, only prolonging the inevitable.

“Mommy! Mommy!” Kaito screams as he runs inside from the back door. You almost didn’t realize how fast your head turned at the sound, but Bokuto sure did. You also might not have noticed the hint of redness that flooded your cheeks, or the way you tucked a stray piece of hair behind your ear. But Bokuto did. Kuroo was right. Bo wants to know what it’s like to have your own little one running around calling out for you. If he wasn’t sold then, he was now.

“Mommy, do uncle Bo and auntie y/n haaaaave to leave?” Kaito drawls. Emiko is quick to chime in after her brother. “Yeah! How come they can’t come home with us!” The little girl pouts as she crosses her arms tightly across her chest.

Akaashi, Kuroo and Bokuto follow in quickly after the two.

“Hey you two,” Kuroo starts off, “Aunt y/n and uncle Bo have to go back to their house and we have to get home too. Maybe another time, okay?”

“No fair! We wanna go with them!”

“Yeah! What Miko said!”

“Miko, Kaito, what if we plan a time for you guys to come stay with me and uncle Bo, hmm?” You smile at Emiko as you crouch down to grab her small hands in yours. “We’ll talk to your mom and dad about coming to stay with us for a weekend.”

“You really mean that?!” Kaito asks as he jumps into Bokuto’s arms.

You can’t help but smile at the way Bokuto looks with Kaito in one arm and Takashi in the other. He looks good like that, you think to yourself. Although Takashi doesn’t last long in Bo’s arms. He’s been rubbing his eyes for the last 20 minutes so his mom takes him away to put him to bed, only stopping briefly when Takashi flashes grabby hands in your direction and whines. You get up and give the little guy a squeeze, telling him goodnight as he rested his head on your shoulder. Man, did these kids absolutely adore you.

You shift your gaze between Bo, Emiko and Kaito while handing Takashi back.

With Bo’s attention now fully on Kaito he speaks up, “Course we mean it! Have I ever lied to ya little man? We’ll plan it, don’t you worry!” smiling as he moves Kaito up and down in his arms. Earning a fit of laughter from the little guy.

Emiko is all smiles too, already running to her mom and dad about when they can come over for the weekend.

“Soon you two, soon.” Kuroo says as he ruffles the hair on his little girl's head.

You make your round of goodbyes and thank Akaashi for hosting this week. Before reaching the front door, you make a final promise to Emiko and Kaito that it won’t be long until they’re able to come over.

When you and Bokuto make it to the car, you can tell there’s something different about him. The utmost adoration behind his eyes along with the consistent blush and smile he had plastered across his face the entire night.

A mirror image of the one he has right now, looking at you in silence with the keys to the car haphazardly placed in the center console.

“Bo are y-“

“Y’kno-“

You say simultaneously.

“Oh sorr-“

“No you f-“

You both smile as you tuck your hair behind your ear and Bo reaches over to grab your knee.

“You go first” you finally say as Bo gives your knee a soft squeeze.

“I just wanted to say that it looked like you had a lot of fun tonight.”

“I did have fun! I always do, those are some of our closest friends. Didn’t you have fun?”

“Of course I did! But you know what I enjoyed the most out of this entire night? So far at least..” he pauses to turn and face you. Inching closer as he leans in over the center console. “Watching you with a kid in your arms… it really did something to me…

And don’t think I missed that little ‘mommy’ mishap when Kaito came running inside. I saw the way your head turned at the sound of him calling out.”

“Bo, I –” you start but you’re quickly cut off by his fingers holding under your chin.

“No, it’s okay. Kuroo may have said something that got me thinking… and I just can’t get the image of you being a mom out of my head.” He leans in closer, hardly an inch of space left between your faces as he whispers, “You want that? Hm? You want me to put a baby inside of you? Start a little family of our own?”

His eyes flick down to your lips and back up to your eyes just before you close the distance. Both of your hands come up to cup his face as your lips part, granting him full access to your mouth.

If the fog forming on the windows wasn’t enough of a sign to get going, the growing wet patch between your legs was. Breaking the kiss you tell Bo, “drive, take me home.”

“But you didn’t give me an answer” He counters.

“Maybe this will be enough of an answer” reaching over in between his legs to palm the painfully hard erection, “now, drive.”

He reaches into the center console and fumbles with the keys before sticking them into the ignition.

You nuzzle your face into the crook of his neck as your hands are quickly fumbling with the button of his jeans. Getting them undone and pulling down the zipper.

“Pull them down, Kou. Please.” You whisper into his neck in between sucking light marks into the skin.

Without any defiance, Bo lifts his hips and tugs down the fabric just enough to where the angry red tip of his cock is peaking out of the waistband of his boxers. A perfect glob of pre leaking, waiting to be cleaned up.

You get yourself situated before freeing his hard cock.

It was always a challenge taking him. He’s the perfect length, standing around 8 inches but he’s thick. So thick your fingers don’t touch when you wrap your hand around him.

As you lean into his lap with your tongue out, you swirl it around the tip, sending a shudder throughout Bokuto's body. He takes a deep, shaky breath as he turns the car on and shifts it into gear to drive.

Your lips work their way around the tip, massaging it lightly while you still swirled your tongue around. With each movement of your head, you work your way down, taking him inch by inch. The tip of his cock hitting the back of your throat.

“Oh yeah we’re definitely making you a mommy tonight. Shit – just like that baby.” His eyes briefly drop down to you, then back up to the road, “Fuck. It feels so good.” He says One hand tightly gripping the steering wheel and the other resting on the back of your head. Keeping your hair out of the way as you bob yourself up and down his length.

You’ve never been able to fully take him all the way down your throat, he was far too wide for that and he knew it. Still, he couldn’t think of anything better than the way you worked your hand and mouth up and down. Doing your very best to make him feel good every chance you had.

You hadn’t realized how close you got to the apartment until that familiar bump in the road. Bokuto was in such a daze he didn’t realize how fast he had gone over it. Causing the car, and his hips to jolt upward, his cock hits the back of your throat, making you choke. You hummed, trying to ease the burning tension in your throat and the sensation only made bokuto’s hips jump up again.

You knew he was getting close. You could feel it in the way he twitched inside of your mouth and how his balls grew tighter between your finger tips.

Finally reaching the front of your apartment complex, he puts the car in park. “Fuck. Baby– babe. I’m not gonna last. Shit. Aah, cumming!” he huffed out.

You stayed there with your lips still wrapped around him. His hips thrusting reflexively as you swallow, feeling his warm cum sliding down your throat. Sliding off of him with a soft pop! of your lips on the tip.

He grabs you by your cheeks and pulls you in for a kiss that sets your core on fire. He looks at you with heavy lidded eyes, “You’re too damn good for me, y’know that?”

You smile and kiss him back, “I could argue the same for you Kou.”

“I’m afraid that argument would be invalid babe.”

“And I'm afraid you underestimate me.”

Bokuto laughs softly and cups your cheek in his right hand, “Trust me, I’m well aware of all the things you can do. All that you’re capable of. I mean it when I say you’re too good for me and I promise I’ll do everything I can to prove I’m worth your time.”

“Kou, you don’t have to prove anything to me. I’m with you because you make me happy like no one else does. You make me laugh like no one else has. And you love me like no one else ever will. I’m yours Kou. Promise.”

“Like I said,” he sighs, “too damn good for me.”

He’s now cupping your face with both of his hands. Pulling you in closer than you thought possible in the front seat of his car. His lips are soft against your own. Passionate and sweet with purpose.

He pulls away, speaking quietly, meer inches away from your lips. “Let's get inside. You got me all riled up… now it’s my turn to take care of you.”

Before you can even reach for the door handle, Bokuto is already out of the car and at your side. Opening your door and offering you a hand to help you out.

“Come on, hop up.” He says as he lifts you off the ground effortlessly. Picking you up so your legs wrap around his hips. Your arms draped over his shoulders as you bring your lips to meet again.

His steps are strong and careful as you peck your lips across his skin repeatedly until he reaches the door to your apartment. Sliding the key into the front door, all while keeping you secure in his arms.

He sets you down before turning to close the door and lock it behind him. You move closer to wrap your arms around his neck but he grabs you by the waist, stopping you in your tracks.

“Y/n,” his tone is very serious all of a sudden and you look up at him with concerned eyes. “I meant what I said. In the car earlier. I just, I want you to know that I want it all and I want it with you. I want forever. I want a family. And I don’t want to do it with anyone else.”

“Kou, I…”

“Just wait, please.” He’s looking at you with such a deep plea. Encasing your hands in his as he runs his thumb over your knuckles. “When I was watching you tonight… with Takashi and Emiko and Kaito, seeing you so happy to be around them and seeing how happy they are when they're around you. I just… I want that for us. I know we haven’t been together that long but Kuroo told me that he’s never seen me so happy. Maybe I didn’t even realize how happy I was because being with you was just so easy. Like it was just meant to be somehow.”

He keeps his hands wrapped tightly around yours as you bring them to rest on his chest. “Kou.”

“I’m sorry if it’s all just too much right now –”

“Koutarou.” He finally stops, “You’re rambling.”

“I know, I’m sorry. I’m just nervous. Don’t make fun of me.” He pouts.

You can’t help but smile, “Koutarou Bokuto doesn’t get nervous” you say as you playfully drum your fingertips on his chest.

“That’s a lie! You make me nervous. Always have.” His eyes begin to drift away from yours just as his bottom lip starts to jut out.

“Would it make you less nervous if I told you I wanted it all too? That I don’t care what order it happens either, forever or the family first. I want that. And I knew I wanted all of that with you since the day we met.”

Bokuto’s eyes are back on yours and he brings his hands to rest on your shoulders. Cradling them gently against your neck. “So we’re doing this?”

“We’re doing this.”

You smile at him before he brings his lips to yours. Whispering soft i love you’s into your mouth. He grabs you by the hand, pulling you behind him as he walks toward your shared bedroom.

This is so different from what you’re used to with Bokuto. He’s usually eager to have you as soon as he has the chance. But tonight, he’s taking his time with you. Making sure you feel loved and important, even more so than usual.

When he opens the bedroom door, he doesn’t pick you up only to throw you back down on the bed and start undressing you like he usually does. Instead, he guides you to the bed, sits you on the edge and kneels down in front of you. Slipping off one shoe, then the other. His large hands ghosting up your legs over your jeans and squeezing the tender spots on the inside of your thighs. Taking his time with his most favorite parts of you.

His hands reach your hips, the pressure he’s using gives you the hint he wants you to move farther up onto the bed and you comply without any hesitation. He still holds one hand around your waist and the other comes to hold the backside of your neck. His lips find solace on yours as he leans you back to rest your head on the pillows. His body hovers over yours as you wrap your legs around his waist. Your hands trail down the face of his shirt before reaching underneath to run them up his stomach.

He breaks the kiss for only a second to pull his shirt over his head. At the same time Bokuto reaches to remove his shirt, you do the same, but his reflexes are quick to stop you.

“Just let me take care of you, okay?” he says while looking deeply into your eyes, all you can do is nod your head up and down.

His lips are back on yours, moving perfectly in sync as you alternate having each other's lips pulled between your teeth. His right hand traces lines under the hem of your shirt, pulling the fabric up in a slow, sensual manner. The fabric bunches around your waist as Bukuto brings his other hand to support your back as you sit up. Allowing him to pull your shirt over your head fully.

He stares at you for a moment, taking in the image of you underneath him, almost bare chest and your beautiful eyes staring back at him. A genuine smile graces his lips before he says “You really are beautiful. I hope you know that.”

He brings his lips to yours, pecking them before delicately placing more kisses down your body.

First, on the edge of your jaw, under your ear. Down your neck. Across your collarbone. Down your sternum. Under the wire of your bra. Down the length of your stomach. Across the waistband of your jeans. He stays there for a second, kissing the soft spot of your stomach under your belly button as he undoes your jeans and pulls down the zipper.

As he tugs them over your hips and down your legs, but his mouth doesn’t stop moving. Placing tender kisses down the inner skin of your thighs, down your calf and stopping at the bone of your ankle.

Discarding your jeans on the floor, he makes his way back to settle himself between your legs. Holding onto your thighs as he places your heels on his back, making sure he’s as close as possible. Making sure he can feel you everywhere.

His eyes are steady on you, watching your chest rise and fall with your heavy breathing. The way your mouth falls open when his breath ghosts over your still clothed core. The way you arch your back off of the bed when he places open mouthed kisses over your slit, nuzzling himself deeper while his nose bumps against your clit.

“Kou, please. I need you.”

“You need me baby? Well, it's a good thing I need you just as bad.”

He continues to suck on the skin of your thighs as he pulls down your lace panties, smirking when he sees a string of your slick still connected to the crotch.

“Mmm, all this for me baby girl? I love it.”

Not wanting to wait another second to taste you, he sticks his wide tongue out, taking a long lap up the length of your pussy. A whiney breath leaves your lips as you throw your head back into the pillows.

His grip tightens around your legs as he works his tongue deeper inside of you. Swirling the muscle around to push your lower lips apart. You bring a hand down to grab a fist full of his multicolored hair, tightening it to encourage him to keep going deeper. A low growl leaves the back of his throat when you pull him in closer.

The way your thighs start to tremble in his arms reassures him that he’s doing it all right. He releases one of your legs from his hold and brings his hand close to his mouth. His tongue circling your clit just before he pulls away to drop a glob of spit on your pussy. He watches it leave a silvery trail, slowly dripping down lower and lower until he catches it with his middle and forefinger. Dragging them up and down, coating them in your slick and his spit.

He brings his eyes back up to you as he pushes his two fingers inside of you. Watching intently at the way your eyes squeeze shut and your mouth falls open in a silent scream.

He brings his mouth back down to suck on your clit again. He knows this is your favorite combo: tongue on your clit and fingers pumping in and out of you. It’s the quickest way to get you to come undone for him.

The harder he sucks on your clit, the quicker his fingers move. Your hips instinctively bucking up against his face.

“Kou… I– ‘m close baby. Oh my goddd!” You lift your head up to look at him, hungrily working you open for him.

“Come on baby girl, you can do it for me. I know you can.”

A wanton moan leaves your lips when his fingers hit that sweet spot. Your walls tighten around his fingers and he knows you’re right on the edge. He adds another finger while his thumb is on your clit. He moves himself right above you. Holding your legs open with his hips as he leaves his mark on the crook of your neck.

“Cum for me baby, cum for me please.” he whispers into your ear.

The stimulation is overbearing. Everything he’s doing makes you feel like you never have in your entire life. He picks up his pace more once he hears a string of pleas falling from your lips. Finally feeling you gush around his fingers. He works them out of you slowly, giving you time to come down from your high.

Sitting back on his heels, he brings his fingers to his lips, cleaning up the taste of you. “You ready for more? You ready to do this?” He asks you, waiting for any last minute hesitation. You reach forward, grabbing him by the waist of his jeans to pull him back in closer to you.

“I’m ready.”

He unbuttoned his jeans and pulled the rest of his clothes off, throwing them on the ground next to yours. He reaches his hands underneath your back to unclasp your bra, you move your arms to pull it off and bring them back to rest around his neck.

Bokuto pumps himself a few times and then looks back into your eyes. “I love you y/n, so much.”

“I love you too, Kou.” You pull him down to kiss him, “Now, let's make a baby.”

He smiles against your lips before pulling back to line himself at your entrance. Rubbing his head up and down to collect enough slick to slide inside of you.

As much as he wants to look into your eyes, he can’t pull himself to look away from where your bodies are connected. He’s pushing himself inside of you, watching how you take him in, inch by inch. Thrusting his hips back and forth, trying to get more friction as he finally bottoms out.

He takes a second for you to adjust before he starts moving, bringing his lips to yours, he sticks out his tongue, asking you to grant him access and allowing you to taste yourself on him.

The kissing doesn’t stop once he starts moving again. His strokes are long and deep and you can feel the forking vein that runs on the underside of his cock rubbing against your walls. Keeping a steady pace as his hips rock against yours.

He moves a hand to grip the underside of your leg, pushing one of your knees into your chest. The tip of his cock hitting deep inside of you, almost bumping against your cervix. The new angle he has your hips in makes your eyes roll backwards.

“Kou, baby, it feels so good. Please, give me more.”

And more he gives you, his strokes are still slow and long but he’s snapping his hips into you, hard. Hitting a spot so deep, you didn’t even know it was there. The force makes your body jump each time you feel him hit it.

“That feel good, baby? ‘S that what you wanted?” he asks. You’re unable to form a coherent sentence between the whines and moans of his name leaving your lips, so all you can do is nod.

You let go of his neck and reach down to hold onto your other leg. Pulling it up into your chest. Bokuto moves your hands back to his body as he takes the place where you were holding your own leg. He’s not got you into a full mating press as he moves himself higher up on the bed.

His pace quickens and for a second you catch a glimpse of the Bokuto you usually see in bed. Body moving fast and hard but his eyes are so soft and delicate as they look down at you.

You’re both moaning and almost breathless as he starts to twitch inside of you. You can tell that he’s really close and the way your walls are clenching around him, sucking him in even deeper, isn’t helping him last any longer.

Thrusting hard and fast a few more times before sinking inside you completely. He holds your face and looks into your eyes as he empties himself, spilling his seed inside of you. He’s still as he hovers above you, bringing his lips to yours and kissing you like he never has in his entire life.

There is so much emotion behind it and you return the kiss with just as much passion. You’re convinced you feel something damp roll down your cheek. Unsure if it's sweat or tears. Bokuto keeps his lips hovering yours as he whispers “I love you y/n. So damn much.” Sweaty foreheads pressed together, you close your eyes and tell him “I love you too, Koutarou.”

He keeps himself inside of you as he collapses down, resting his full weight on top of you. You run your fingers through his hair, dragging your nails across his scalp softly as he rests his head on your chest.

A soft, content hum leaves his throat.

“I hope it takes…” you say, half talking to Bo, half talking to yourself.

He repositions his head, resting his chin on your chest as he looks up at you. “If it doesn’t, we’ll keep trying, okay?”

You nod in agreement as Bo finally pulls out. You sigh at the sudden loss as he moves to sit next to you against the headboard, moving an arm around your shoulder to pull you into his chest. He places a kiss on the crown of your head and says “But, I have a good feeling about this one.”

AKAASHI:

akaashi would be the cutest dad out there

he would for sure have a daughter

and they're literally identical in personalities

she's even inherited the same expressionless face as him lmao

he never has any issues with her, both of them being patient and quiet

always wants to try on his glasses and they're so big on her lil face

his heart melts whenever he sees her

whenever they go out he always puts her on his shoulders <3

or if he's too tired to carry her they'll link pinkies axidnjfkiw

akaashi likes to read sometimes, so you bet your ass his daughter likes to read too

OMG THEY WOULD TOTALLY CHILL IN THE LIVING ROOM OR SOMETHIN AND READ THEIR OWN BOOKS TOGETHER

A LIL BOOK GROUP OR WHATEVER AHHHHHH

akaashi loves his daughter so much, and he would do anything for her

whenever bokuto is over she calls him uncle bo 😭

bokuto will babysit akaashi's daughter too if he's busy with work or he needs a break

there was one time when his daughter was beginning to say her first words and they were both home at the time

"AKAASHIIIII SHE'S GONNA SAY HER FIRST WORD"

he had never sprinted to the living room so fast in his life

"a- uh - a..."

"omg she's gonna say uncle bo watch watch"

"uh- akaasssshhhi!!!!"

akaashi almost cried and bokuto 100% cried

akaashi wants to spend every second of every day with his precious babygirl

my heart is full <3

SAKUSA:

sakusa as a father

heart = explosion

i feel like some people might not think he'd want kids considering he's strict about germs and kids can be very messy at times

but trust me, he wants them so bad

he'd probably have a boy and a girl like iwa

now just because he has kids doesn't mean that he's still not a germaphobe

but he does push being clean on to them, just not as harshly

he loves his kids so much

THEY WOULD SO HAVE MATCHING MASKS WHENEVER THEY WENT TO THE STORE OR SOMETHING

AND THEY WOULD BOTH HAVE THE SAME CURLY BLACK HAIR AS OMI

okay i'm making the kids twins bc that's so cute

his kids honestly don't mind the cleaning or taking care of their health since they've grown up with it

whenever one of them gets sick, sakusa goes in full panic mode

it's literally just a cold but sakusa goes all out with getting medicine, making some nice home remedies, and getting them their favorite snack lmao

sooner or later they all end up with a cold and they lay around the house LOL

but they all take care of each other

sakusa is a sucker for kids, even if it doesn't look like it

he'll also bring his kids to practice too so they can watch is oh so amazing father whoop his teams ass

that also means that bokuto, hinata, and atsumu hangout with them all the time

his kids have favorites lmfaoooo

they both love bokuto

but his son loves atsumu, much to sakusa's dismay lmao

and his daughter loves hinata

but their all time favorite is always going to be sakusa

i'm crying

reblogs are appreciated! <3