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ִֶָ. ࣪ ִֶָ་༘࿐cw→ nsfw. MDNI. jealous/possessive!keiji akaashi x f!reader. backshot.

KEIJI AKAASHI has never been a possessive man. a quietly passionate man, a restrained man, yes, but never possessive.

however, something about the scene he had discovered earlier tonight as he returned from the bar’s restroom - that guy you used to know had been sitting in keiji’s chair, the way he had pushed keiji’s drink aside to set his own in its place, the way he had touched your arm - keiji’s girlfriend’s arm - while he'd talked to you, his voice coated in poisonous seduction.

keiji tries to shove the twinge of jealousy down, just as he now presses your shoulders down against the bed. he wills the way that guy touched your bare elbow out of his mind, but it’s far too late. something had already been awakened in him and he wishes that guy was here now so he could see the way you arch your back for keiji and hear the whimper in your voice when “keiji~” falls from your trembling lips.

he’d observed with satisfaction as you’d straightened your arms, pulling away from the guy with a firm “i’m here with someone”, your eyes flitting to keiji, easing his distress and deep-seated anxiety. and yet he still can’t help but feel vindicated when he hooks his hands around your hips, pulling your thighs flush with his own as if holding you closer against him will imprint his name into your skin like a brand.

it all stirs a side of him neither of you have ever seen or felt before. something that can only be described as feral. something that taps into his primordial essence as a man. nature herself pokes at him, prods at his ego, daring him to be a little selfish for once as a thread of precum swings from his shaft when he glides it between your folds. the ridge of his tip drags over your clit as he kneads and squeezes the fat of your butt.

keiji wants that guy to witness when he stakes his claim, when his cockhead catches at your entrance and he begins to push inside you. he spreads your cheeks apart and watches as your tight hole slowly swallows his dark pink tip. you moan and arch your back for him, hard nipples grazing the sheets below. he pushes halfway in before withdrawing, your creamy slick smearing along half his shaft, gathering around the edge of his tip, and he has to look away to avoid coming too soon. just as he’s about to pull all the way out, he pushes in again, slow and deep until his full length is fully sheathed inside your wet heat. he holds himself there, his head spinning, dark blue eyes sliding shut, and lips parting at the sheer pleasure he feels to finally be buried inside you, tight and fluttering and hot.

your boyfriend leans over you, a sheen of sweat blossoming along the center of his chest, his skin flushed with the warmth of arousal as it brushes against your back with every thrust of his eager hips. he fights it and tries to push it down, repressing his aching urge to possess you because he’d never want to actually own you. you are your own person. you are his equal. you’re perfectly capable of handling your own problems and managing your own emotions and turning down a man who isn’t keiji. he knows all of this intellectually and yet he feels the jealousy burn in his veins and he’s almost ashamed. almost.

even as he buries himself deep inside you, balls pressed to your clit, keiji still pushes forward, rutting and willing himself impossibly deeper, closer like a physical declaration by way of taking up space when that familiar heat begins to pool in your womb. his breath is hot and ragged behind your neck, his teeth raking across your electrified skin and sending a searing shiver down your spine. he’s driving his wet cock into you harder, the sheets below threatening to tear in your white-knuckled grip with every snap of his hips, sending you perilously closer and closer to that soul-splintering edge. he grabs your jaw with enough force that you couldn’t close your mouth even if you wanted to, his lips ghosting over your ear when a single word rides the low growl that rumbles from the depths of his chest:

“mine.”

your eyes snap open, looking over your shoulder and holding his dark, unapologetic gaze as he straightens up again. if you couldn’t see him out of the corner of your very own eye, you wouldn’t have believed it was the same keiji akaashi you’ve been dating for months - the same sweet, intelligent, thoughtful, observant, soft-spoken keiji akaashi that you know and love.

he fucks you hard and deep, pulling you back into his thrusts. the pressure of his tightened balls rubbing against your clit, the fresh memory of his guttural growl having traveled from your eardrum to your core finally sends you, quietly commanding you to cum, pushing you over the sheer precipice of pleasure into the void of weightlessness and mindlessness just before the fall. keiji watches as your eyes roll back and your mouth drops open with a desperate cry of his name, your pussy dripping and clenching all around him, sucking his soul from his cock as his balls begin to throb.

his long, slender fingers dig into the fat of your hips when he pulls out, whispering a hoarse “fuuuuck” just before the first eruption of his hot cum hits your skin, a long thick thread that reaches between your shoulder blades. his wet shaft rests between the top of your butt crack, jerking as he paints your dewy back with his entire orgasm, marking you with his musk and a shattered sigh of your name.

only your heady sighs and panting breaths fill the comfortable silence for several seconds before keiji reaches for the box of tissues on your nightstand. you rest your head on folded arms as he gently cleans his spend off your back. his movements are slow and deliberate, more in line with the keiji you recognize. you lie there, wordlessly wondering what in the world had driven him to such uncharacteristic madness mere moments ago.

“i’m sorry,” he says, a hint of guilt and shame quietly woven into his soft voice.

“hm?” your eyes shift to meet his. “for what?”

he’s almost afraid to say it aloud, averting his eyes and pulling at his own fingers. the blush dusting his cheeks no longer fueled by lust but by embarrassment. “for saying ‘mine’ just before i-...i didn’t mean it. i mean, i meant it but not like that. like...” and just like that, keiji's not quite himself again, only now the ego-fueled confidence is gone and he’s just a flustered ball of nerves. “...like we’re together but i didn’t mean…i don’t want you to think that, you know, that i like...own you or-”

he pauses when he glances over and notices the corner of your mouth curl into a dangerous smile. of course he notices. this is keiji akaashi you’re dealing with. he reads you like a book, memorizes your weaknesses, masters your tells. you should know better than to think you could slip that past him. “wait…” he says, the usual softness and level deliberation returning to his voice. “you liked that, didn’t you?”

“liked what? n-no!” you lie, turning away from him to hide the glaring heat rising from your neck to the tops of your ears. honestly. you should know better.

you feel the bed dip when keiji shifts to face you again, narrowing his eyes at you as a devilish grin plays at the edges of his lips. “you’re lying.”

you can’t help it. you break into a full smile and look at him. “keiji, that was so hot,” you confess, rolling your eyes lustfully for emphasis. “please don’t hesitate to do it again, sir.”

from that day onward, he keeps it in his repertoire. and if you’re not already fucking when he leans in and drops a breathy “mine” behind your ear, you will be in very short order.

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