#aki x f!reader
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Be Quiet
Pairing: Aki Hayakawa x Fem!reader
WC: 2.1k
Warnings: anal fingering, anal sex, unprotected sex, dry-humping, pet naming, nipple play, nipple sucking, profanity
Synopsis: After not being able to spend much time with Aki, he decides to make it up to you in the bathroom at work??
“Mmph-just like that Aki” , you mewl as he caresses your bare thighs and plants deep kisses on your upper neck, traveling all the way down to your collarbone. The warmth of his tongue licking you up and down makes you twitch in immense pleasure, the exhilaration coursing through your veins.
“Yeah, how about I shove my cock inside you next princess”, Aki coos, reaching his hands to unbutton your dress shirt. “Ready to fuck you up so fast, so fast because of me”
You tended to forget how horny Aki became sometimes, since he usually stayed composed and stoic until he got home. But this time, he was desperate for you, so desperate that his dick was aching non-stop at work because of how badly he wanted to fuck you. You knew that by the way he was texting you during work hours that he wanted to see you, to feel you, to tell you again how much he loves you.
I wanna see you, my cock’s hard as shit.
And what do you want me to do about it?
Fuck me.
We’re at work if you didn’t realize, just go and take care of it yourself…
Why can’t you join me? I haven’t seen you in so fucking long, I want you to take care of it baby. And don’t worry, I’ve found a place where we won’t be disturbed.
Fine.
“Are you sure about this, won’t people hear us?” , you remark, folding your lips in utter nervousness since you’d never done this and never planned on it either. You and Aki were in a single cubicle that apparently no one would find unless they decided to root around the entire public safety building.
You weren’t so keen on it at first, and attempted to persuade him out of it, but Aki implored you to go along with his definitive scheme. To be quite frank, you missed him too, and trying something new didn't seem so bad in theory.
“Of course I’m sure, I’ve checked and rechecked the premises and I haven’t seen anyone. Now please”, Aki unclips your laced bra and drops it to the floor “Let me fuck you.”
He didn’t have to ask twice. You seize his face and lock your lips onto his, softly at first but intensifying it ever so lightly that he groans for more. Your tongue enters his mouth and whirls around, you could practically taste the cigarette and peppermint. That sweet, familiar flavor made you writhe in delight, it was to die for.
You really did miss Aki after not being able to properly spend time with him after a couple weeks or so. Work had been so busy for the both of you and even if you did make plans, one of you would opt out since you had extra errands to run. Now though, you could savor every moment you had with him, making him feel so good that he'd plead for more.
As you continue to kiss him with insistence, Aki’s hands race up to your breasts and begin to fondle them. He goes at it gently, making sure he feels each intricate part of your chest. Aki adores how silky yet intoxicating your skin feels, in stark contrast with his rough, bony hands. He almost feels guilty for touching you but your face gives it away a bit too much, you’re really enjoying the way he’s feeling you up.
He kneads your tits like dough, varying his speeds so you feel the right amount of pleasure. Fast. Slow. Fast. Slow. You draw away from Aki, saliva trailing between both of you. He licks his lips clean, a smug grin forming on his face, making you blush a bit. Sitting on his lap, you can see Aki pent up in concentration but also, his eyes fill to the brim with desire.
“A-ah, feels so good Aki, give me more”, you whine, tugging at his top-knot so that he looks at you instead of your bust.
“Like”, Aki lets out a half-exhale, half-groan, “this?”.
His fingers move to your nipples, stroking circular motions, so much so that he sees them hardening within his touch.
“J-just like that, oh fuck” you already felt yourself dripping down below as he proceeds to flick your buds from side to side, burrowing his head in between your racks.
Aki nuzzles within you like a kitten and inhales your scent, a touch of rose combined with musky vanilla. If a flower were to bloom in heaven, then it would smell like you, Aki thought to himself. He cherishes moments like these where you allow him to seek comfort in your touch, like a new-born yearns to reside with their mother. Even if you and him were committing such obscene acts in a highly unhygienic place, one thing you both knew was that you’d still embrace the time you had together to the maximum.
“Y’smell so nice, I could stay like this forever”, you hear Aki muffle in slow breaths.
You chuckle, eliciting small whimpers as he begins to succulently graze you with small licks, fingers pressing deeper into your nipples.
These ever so diminutive movements have you tipping your head back, heaving for more air. His smooth yet sultry tone is music to your ears, he sounds so fucking sexy when he’s ravenous for you, frantic to strip off your clothes and fuck you immediately, but you comprehend that presently, he’s chosen to take it easy and wait for just the right moment. The moment where you’re such a wet, tangled mess, that you’d urge Aki to fill you up with his creamy juices.
“A-ah, feels amazing, God you’re amazing Aki”, you groan, hands gripping the back of his head for extra support as you straddle his lap. You rock your hips forwards and backwards, maintaining the rhythm with ease. Quickening your tempo, you could feel Aki’s growing erection poking beneath you.
He felt huge underneath, pulverizing your dampening underwear. You figure that provoking him a bit more, making him just that more aroused, would magnify the already lustful atmosphere. Grinding into his crotch harder, practically feeling his throbbing cock pushing up your pussy, you pull Aki’s face away from your breasts and whisper into his ear,
“I need you Aki, need you so bad. I want you inside of me, please.”
Your tender voice woven with salacity, doe eyes fluttering at him unearthing sincere urgency, Aki can’t hold back anymore, not with his dick twitching in his pants, begging to pound you.
“Take your skirt and panties off sweetheart.”, Aki states, his voice hitting a rich yet sultry intonation.
You comply immediately, slyly gleaming at him since he was completely unaware of what you were going to do or matter of fact show next. Propping yourself up from him, you turn around and begin to unzip your pencil skirt, not too slow or too fast. As you roll down your skirt, you bend over ever so slightly, but enough so that your ass is pervading Aki’s entire periphery.
“Do you like it? I picked it out especially for you baby”, turning your head so you could witness how your lover would react to your satin, crimson thong.
"F-fuck, you’re so perfect, God”, Aki winces, his eyes locked into your sumptuous figure. Perfect doesn’t cut it though. He’s too engrossed in the moment to even spew out how he truly feels about how divine you look. Voluptuous ass curving out as you arch your back, ready to be man-handled. Your tits, which were hard as pebbles, hanging out freely. Yeah, they weren't exactly big, but Aki is infatuated by how he's able to cup them in his palms, doing whatever the hell he pleases so that in return, you're wailing out in arousal. Most of all, and most importantly, he adores your face, the radiating complexion lighting his mood up even on the melancholy, mundane days.
Your smile widens, “I’m glad you like it, say… why don’t you help me take these o-”, your words cease as you hear Aki get up and feel his calloused hands rip your underwear off.
“Hands on the door, and try not to be too loud, angel.” , Aki asserts while removing his blazer and unzipping his slim trouser.
You didn’t know what to expect next. Enthralling as it is, you’re well aware that after you and Aki are done with this “business”, you won’t be walking out the bathroom steadily. Not in the slightest.
Once you place your hands on the antiquated door which could break any minute, Aki’s deft fingers begin working into your ass-cheeks, squeezing outwards, inwards, sidewards.
“Feel s’good, fuck Aki.” God, you perceived how skilled he was the first time you met, particularly when you and him committed such indecent acts but wow, you didn’t know he was that good at massaging you in the best spots, especially from behind.
Aki spreads your cheeks, spitting a glob of saliva on his right hand, the other gripping your back to preserve balance. He’s inserting his index finger into your gaping hole, plunging it in and out, swirling around your insides.
Bursting in shock and elation, you whimper “S-shit, go faster Aki, this isn’t enough.”
“Anything for you baby”, Aki tilts his head as he quickens his momentum, adding his middle finger, then lastly ring finger in you. Fingers propelling in and out of you, your breathing becomes erratic, lungs slowly constricting from the sheer pressure building down there.
"F-fuck, Just put your dick in, goddammit", you cry out relentlessly, tears welling up in your eyelids.
"O-okay, but I'm gonna go rough. So be warned angel, I really don't want to hurt you." Aki's intonation is soft, comforting and most of all, genuine. He loves you, loves you so much that even if he has the most selfish desires, he'd always put you first, no matter what. That earnestness is what made you fall for the 6"3 devil hunter. And you wouldn't change it for the world.
"You've prepped me so much already baby, I think I'm ready to take it. I'm ready to take all of you now."
Aki lets go of you, pulling down his trousers, then along his boxers drenched with pre-cum. Holding onto your hips, he aligns his fully erect cock with your asshole and before you know it, he's suddenly in, hammering his member into you.
"O-oh fuck you're so good, so fucking good baby." Aki whines, gritting his teeth as he rams deeper into you. This wasn't the first time you had anal sex, but it fucking certainly felt like it.
He's set out at a harrowing pace, continuously hitting you in spots you didn't even know existed, let alone make you moan out in undiluted bliss. You love it, love it a bit too much that you crave for more. So much more.
"H-harder Aki, harder", you reiterate, making sure he hears your request as the only sounds inherent in the air were yours and his collective groans.
And he does. He doesn’t respond, but you sure as hell knew he listened to your pleas as his hands clench your hips tighter, rutting his pulsating shaft further into you. Aki’s thrusts are voracious, he’s been longing to hear those cries of pleasure escaping your plush lips, seeing your body convulse because of him, and only him. He's at his tipping point now, gritting his teeth as he reaches his climax, desperate to pump his cream in you. Aki did fantasize about this all day though.
“I-I’m gonna…gonna cum, take all of it baby, fuckk.”
Aki’s juices pour into you, making you squirm in delight. You didn't mean to be this filthy but God, it was amazing that you could feel the raw sensation of his cock twisting internally, thick cum filling you up to the rim. He pulls out, exhaling harshly, as if he hasn’t retained breathing for months.
“Such a good princess, for taking me in like that, I just wish we could do more together, but work has us both fucked up.”
Your mind is hazy, body sore as hell from the way Aki pounded into you. At the same time, euphoria seethes in your blood, his tantalizing words resonating deep within you. Work was a pain in the ass, but surely that couldn't stop you and Aki doing what you wanted altogether.
Regaining posture, you turn around to face him. Beads of sweat were trickling down his face, his shirt clinging firmly to his chiseled build. Looking downwards, your pupils expand in awe.
Aki’s creamy pale dick, tinged with a hint of scarlet and dripping with cum, greets your vision. Still sprung up in the same position as it was before he blew your back out, you’re met with an untimely decision.
“Want me to grant your wish?"
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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ hayakawa aki x fem!devil-reader. CONTENT WARNINGS: 18+ !!! reader is a SEX DEVIL (aka succubus). m!receiving oral. ride 'im like a cowgirl baby!! aki bites 'n draws blood. WORD COUNT: 5.1k PSD CREDIT !!!
MINORS/AGELESS BLOGS DNI or I WILL SPOIL YOUR CROPS（ ꐦꉺωꉺ)つ
( ˊᵕˋ )♡.°⑅ dedicated to the aki queen, @meownotgood
*₊˚💬୧ more than likely will be a series hehe <;33
A devil so powerful, there’s a waiting list for contracts. A devil so desirable, contracts are cherry picked. Where other devils are flippant about who they loan their power to, you are meticulous. Not a hair out of place, some might say. You have your reasons. For as much as you give, you receive so little in return. A caveat to your power is your crutch for staying alive.
Because blood is easy to come by. Cum? That takes work.
It’s deplorable, the levels you have to sink to for a meager helping of your life source. Unbecoming of a devil your size, of your stature even. Yet the irony of being the Sex Devil is that you enjoy it.
You crave it. You wish you didn’t sometimes. But a life of debauchery on Earth is better than contending in Hell and you’ll prolong your inevitable return for as long as you’re able; you’ll just be picky about your participating party.
So when a hunter started to haunt the whispers of lower-grade devils, you took notice. Delighted even when you saw what this Hayakawa Aki looked like. Devil hunters are a dime a dozen. Handsome devil hunters with brains? He’s so delectable, you can eat him alive.
You chose to wait. Your modus operandi: you will not beg for a contract.
You keep Public Safety just under your heel; close enough to be mutually beneficial, but not enough to lose your agency. So when his name came up, you needn’t hear more because your contract with him was signed the moment you laid eyes on him. “You know where to send him.” Your voice curt, you hear the click on the phone line. And once again, you wait.
The rumble of his engine is unmistakable in the dead of night. He pulls up to your residence, car humming before subtly giving way to weighted silence. His knuckles flex pensively around the steering wheel, his skin illuminated by the moonlight cascading from above. Makima’s voice, ever beguiling, plays on repeat in his head. I’m sure you’ll find her to be very helpful.
You’re unlike any devil he’s heard of, much less made contracts with. He’s signed away much more for a lot less. Yet what you ask of him has him giving a cursory look in the vanity mirror, brushing away his fringe until it’s falling over his forehead just right. His reflection stares back, mimicking his expression as it goes from dispassionate to frustrated, brows knitting tight as he chides himself with the click of his tongue.
This whole arrangement– It’s demeaning. Sex with a devil. Fraternization with the like is off-putting enough. Necessary but revolting all the same. This, however? Is far removed from those arrangements. Offering up his flesh to satiate a devil’s voracious appetite is a superficial sacrifice. You require something much more consequential: vulnerability. And to be frank, no Devil deserves that.
From your bedroom, you watch him with a huff. What’s he waiting for? You can’t help but roll your eyes at his hesitation. Humans are all the same. They kid themselves, paying reverence to baseless morals but fold under duress. You’ve seen this before from devil hunters like him. They hold sex in a high regard, thinking it’s beneath them to cavort with a devil but their first step in your door and they’re clamoring for your affection, for you. So you find it pointless that Aki’s still lingering by his car, taking a smoke break while you stew in the delay. He’s lucky he’s hot.
Nicotine in his veins and senses dulled a smidge, Aki’s come to a resolution. He’s not leaving empty-handed and he’s wasted enough time. He snuffs his cigarette out, chucks it in the car’s ashtray and adjusts his tie. Force of habit.
When you find Aki at your door, he has that same glowering mug you’ve seen him with before. He looks at you like you’re another devil to exterminate. You’d be lying if you said disdain didn’t look good on him.
His eyes, tired and narrowed, drink in your appearance and you watch as his expression starts to soften; a symptom of your pheromones at work. You follow his gaze as it trickles downward, intrigued sensuality marbling his azure eyes because of your body, what you’re wearing. You could be completely bare and still bring a person to their knees but that’s hardly any fun.
“You like it?” Your purring should be grating on his ears but it sounds like a song, a siren’s song. His leg muscles tense up, hesitating to take a step further. That just won’t do, so you gingerly walk your fingers up his tie, tugging at the knot as if to say you’ll drag him the whole way if you have to. You peer up at him, thick lashes batting alluringly but you can see his vision is still focused on your body, on the babydoll lingerie that follows the curves of your body and hugs your breasts with sheer lace. You glow under his watch, glossy lips curling to a smile as he starts to buckle under the pressure of your power.
You look… Enticing. True to your name. It’s utterly humiliating how his defenses are lowering so easily, to a devil no less, but fighting it is futile. Maybe it’s better if he lends himself to the lush feeling flooding his brain, the tension building in the crosspoint of his slacks. He gulps, perhaps swallowing the last of his pride, as careful fingers reach out to touch the lace bodice that stretches down your abdomen. “Let’s get this over with.” He tries to say with a sullen attitude but chokes on his attempt at a stern tone. God, you’re evil. He thinks as he watches those pretty lips of yours contort to a smirk.
“Be nice or I’ll leash you.” You’re teasing… Are you? Your aura is starting to overtake him because now there’s an uncomfortable stretch between his legs, cock starting to stiffen as he imagines you, chain in hand and collar round his neck. He can physically feel the last strands of sanity leave his body the longer he loiters around you. There’s a voice in his head still decrying the very nature of what he’s about to do but the longer his eyes cling to you, the quieter that sound gets. He’s finding himself to be particularly attached to your breasts and the fanciful way the lacy shelf cups frame them, just barely tucking your nipples out of sight. At least you’re nice to look at…
You start to roll the length of his black silk tie around your palm, giving it a once over, gaze briefly flitting over to your suitor for the night. Dusting his cheekbones is the most satisfying shade of pink, so pretty in fact you wish you could swatch it. He looks even better like this, a little bothered with only a small helping of shame remaining. You can’t wait to wring him dry, see him sweat and pant in trying to keep up with you.
You’re making his skin prickle with goosebumps and a surge of heat swells in his body, steam practically fogging up his brain. “Oh,” You coo, finally giving him full recognition, “Let’s get you out of those clothes, hm?”
Aki trails behind you, a curve to his back as you keep him close, using his tie as a tether. Like a dog. Utterly demoralizing, the way you have him ogling your body like a wretched fool but the delicious sight of the swell of your ass, hugged so tightly by the hemline of your lingerie, goes right to the budding erection in his pants and he’s starting to like it.
Your room is large and far too lavish for a Devil, but oh so fitting for you. Catching his attention, more than anything, is your bed; round in shape and massive in size, it sits raised on a circular platform and comes complete with silk sheets, as well as a few haphazardly tossed cushions. You live far beyond any means Aki is used to, it’s almost too overwhelming for him to process all the furniture and embellishments. His brain can’t help but wander, if only for a moment. Were your furnishings gifts? Supplied and paid for by Public Safety, for your services? He should feel disgust at this, logic still tells him as much, but he can’t find it in him to even broach that emotion. What he can feel, however, is his entire body and mind start to sink down, down, down under the weight of your influence.
You walk him to your bed, tie still in hand, gingerly motioning him to sit against the headboard with your palm now at his chest. He caves under your persuasion, watching with bated breath as you climb on top of him, your legs split as you take a seat on his lap.
Oh, you croon to yourself as you come to graze the thick outline of his dick bobbing in his slacks, he’s perfect. Your tail, long and crimson with an arrowed tip, flicks about enthusiastically. “Where have you been hiding?” You mumble, just loud enough for Aki to hear but you’re not exactly wanting an answer. He’s pliant in your hands, letting you cup his face as if to examine him closely. “Open.” You order and much to his surprise…
He listens. Now it’s not fully unexpected, your wiles have already wrecked havoc on his system after all, but it almost feels like he’s a foreigner in his own body. He parts his lips for you and you giggle. “See, not so bad now right? You humans get so hung up on the littlest of things.” When you talk, you have a lilt to your voice that’s a little mean, a little mocking, and his cock twitches because of it. “You should consider yourself lucky.” Now your thumb is pressing into his tongue, your face glowing with delight as you watch saliva slowly start to pool in Aki’s gaping mouth. “This is as mutually beneficial as it gets.” Your face gets so close, so fast, he can’t register fast enough when you lick into him, replacing your thumb with your tongue in a nasty, wet open kiss.
The groan that comes bubbling from his throat catches him off guard but more importantly, makes Aki realize something. He never stood a chance against you. Even someone with as strong a willpower as he can find all sensibility washed away by your essence. Right now, as far as he is concerned… You’re as powerful as it gets.
Aki’s eyelashes flutter apart, his pupils blown out but under a strong haze. Warmth is shrouding his body once more but now he feels fuzzy, a little lighter even. Your lips on his are irresistibly soft but your kiss is forward, pressing on his so much they already feel sore. God, why do you feel so good? Is this really what you’re capable of? How are you not kept under lock and key? His brain is swimming in these thoughts while he squirms under you, the stiff bulge in his slacks pressing into your clothed cunt as his hips impulsively jerk into you.
Your lips leave his far sooner than he would have liked but you can’t help yourself from taking a gander at your handiwork. He’s always been so beautiful with his stoic face and striking blue gaze but seeing him like this, jaw slacked and reduced to a desperate mess? He’s the best he’s ever looked.
“Pretty, pretty, pretty.” You murmur as you start to litter kisses from his jawline to his neck, hands fanning over his chest as you start to push back his suit jacket. He seems to follow your suggestion, rolling the shoulders off and you complete the circuit, dragging the sleeves off his arms and tossing it aside with little regard. Aki can’t be bothered to care. With his coat off, he faces the reality of how fever hot his skin feels, how you’re the only one who can provide some relief so with a crackling voice, he breathes, “Please.”
He’s begging you. He’s begging a Devil.
And he loves it.
Why was he ever fighting this?
Pop, pop, pop. One after the other, the buttons on Aki’s dress shirt come undone and he hisses at the sudden contact of cool air brushing over his skin. You draw savory sounds from him, first his breath hitching and then a subdued moan, as you lick a stripe up his abdomen and pucker your lips around the plane of his pec. You revel in the taste, in the way his skin squishes in your mouth. The more you suck at the skin, the more he writhes underneath you and now is when he finally has his hands on you, gripping tight on your hips. You wriggle your ass, giving one last nibble to his chest and feeling a surge of pride when you see how his pretty pale skin is now bruised. Marked.
You sigh like a dream when you look at Aki, flushed and bothered under you, but he’s only down a shirt. You need to see him stripped down, to satisfy the curiosity that’s been swimming in your brain since you first learned of the rather handsome hunter. Struggling to inhale, Aki lets out a hoarse, “C-Come on.” But he doesn’t speak with the same reason for his urgency as before - to get it over with - now he is pleading because he so badly needs to feel the rush of pleasure you’ll no doubt give him.
Aki tracks your finger as it glides up his torso until it’s crooked around his chin, giving him no other choice but to meet your slit gaze when you tell him plain and simple, “Get up then.”
To be honest, you crave him just as badly so you’re on your knees and on the floor in an ardent rush, meeting his clothed erection and nursing it through his slacks with a palm that opens and closes almost tauntingly… Because at the end of the day, you’re a Devil and you love playing with your food.
Painstakingly slow, you start to undo his belt. His heart is pounding. Then down goes the zipper. He struggles to breathe. Your fingers, ginger and lithe, bundle the waistbands of his slacks and underwear together and with one downward tug, his cock is freed, springing out and it looks… So much better than you could have ever imagined.
He’s long, his length having the slightest upward curve to it with a fat and pinkened tip at the end, and he’s thick with veins overlaid on and around his girth. A fine meal for a hard working succubus like yourself. You squeeze an exquisite whine from Aki when your fingers finally come to circle around the base of his member and a greater moan when your tongue, hungry and flat, draws a line on its undershaft until you get to the pre-cum bubbling at the tip. You ground the head of his cock along your tastebuds, committing to memory his personal flavor as you lick him clean. Oh, you’re going to want seconds for the rest of this poor soul’s life.
“Fuck.” The word is heavy, riding off an exhale as you flood Ak with heightened pleasure, far sharper and stronger than anything he’s ever felt before, just with your tongue on his cockhead. You smile around the tip, parting your mouth with the pressure of his cock as he finally starts to sink into your wet and hot mouth. The groan he releases is guttural and carnal as you suck all around him, smoothly swallowing his length to the base and never breaking eye contact. You’re so delighted watching him fold in your hands that you get right to it, pumping his shaft with a rolling wrist, your mouth never far behind as you coat him in your drool.
“G-God.” How can you make your mouth so tight, it feels like he’s fucking into you already? And the way you look at him, with shallow adoration, has his stomach flipping and his heart bumping. He knows you’ll eat him alive and he feels like he’ll let you at this rate. His lips twist but it’s no use, a string of moans keeps his mouth at a constant gape as you pamper him with your tongue swirling, dashing, and criss-crossing all over his cock. You dip your head low, humming around him with a mewl of your own when he reflexively jerks into you, pressing his cockhead to the back of your mouth but you keep on. As if that would stop you.
Every slope down his cock, Aki is treated to the sight of your tits, caged by the satin straps of your babydoll ensemble, bouncing with your nipples slipping out a little more each time. His fingers twitch, eager to find out how they would feel cupped in his hands. “You’re unbelievable.” You have him grunting and cursing. It felt like just a minute ago, he was looking at you like you were scum of the earth. Now he’s revering you like a god.
Digits still shuddering, his hands come to the sides of your head for some relief. Your hair is so soft, he can’t help but dig in, fingernails curling into your scalp with little regard for any pain he may cause you. You don’t stop so neither does he. He can’t take his eyes off you, never wanting to forget how you look with his length completely disappeared inside you, your cheeks hollowed out and all because of him. You’re perfect just like this, he thinks.
You start to gag, but not because he’s too much. You gag to gauge his reaction. His cock bobs in your mouth and you swear you feel him get harder as you sputter and choke around his shaft and now with a hand at the crown of your head, you know you’ve hit the spot. So he’s one of those. You note as you continue to amplify those juicy sounds of yours, rubbing your thighs in anticipation as he starts to meet you halfway with jutted hips. The closer he gets, the sloppier he is you can’t help but notice as his movements start to become ragged in pursuit of his climax.
Ecstasy building, Aki’s head lulls back and his lids shudder shut as he feels your fist clutch him harder, tighter, dragging his foreskin into your mouth with your tongue poking in and lapping up any spare pearls of pre-cum. You moan, on your own, at his intoxicating flavor, eagerly awaiting for the rest to come filling your mouth until you’re filled with his taste. You lose yourself so much in lavishing his cock that you don’t see it coming when his hand digs into your fringe, pulling your head back so he can get a better look while he face-fucks you.
You’re actually glad he did because now you can see him truly at his lowest point. His raven locks are sticking to his face and temples with a layer of sweat making him glow under the dimmed lights in the room. You can no longer see the cerulean blues in his eyes; all you can see are his pupils, wide with lust, sizing you up as he starts to roll his hips into you, following the rhythm you’d already set. “Fuck,” He spits, “Feel so good. Gonna cum soon.”
Soon was an understatement. At the pace you were going, he could cum any moment. Your mouth was a cavern for him to exploit and you clearly were letting him, allowing him to start fisting your hair for some stability while he rocks into you. The force of his orgasm starts to build fast, his balls tightening as the rush comes like a flood. His cum shoots in dense strings, filling your mouth until the salty taste is all your senses can register. He shudders into you, groans dying out as he finishes emptying his load inside of you.
Seeing you swallow his climax has his adam’s apple bobbing with a gulp. Your eyes seem to brighten, the color of your irises glowing with the ingestion of Aki’s semen, and your tail swats in the air in a clear display of elation. His cum goes right to the core of your being, lighting your flame and making you feel full… But you’re not satisfied. Not yet.
Your lips run down the measure of his cock until you’ve finally parted, with Aki fixated on you the entire time. His member, drenched in your saliva and still swollen, trembles in the cooled air and the only noise in the room is Aki’s soft panting. You’ve only been off him for a few seconds but he already needs to be inside you again, that much he’s certain of.
"Is that…" His voice whines down so he tries to repeat himself, taking a breath this time beforehand, "Is that it?"
The poor thing. He thinks it's over. He thinks he's already wrapped up his end of the bargain. "Mmh-nn." You hum, lips back on the tip of his cock while your tail bats in the air with interest. You hear him sharply inhale, his eyes instantly shutting again as you lick quick lines on the surface, poking into his still leaking slit a couple of times. “That was just the appetizer. The first load is always the tastiest.”
Aki watches you rise to your feet, body moving so gracefully and sensually you have him captivated. It’s twisted, how he follows your every movement, bewitched by how you toy with the strap hanging on your shoulder. You invite him with the curl of your finger to take over and that he does, hands much larger than yours plucking the lingerie straps and slipping them down and off your arms. The fancy night dress you’d been wearing joins the rest of Aki’s clothes in a rush, neither of you wanting to be apart for any longer than you had to.
Now nude, you direct Aki to the bed, where the real show will begin.
With Aki on the bed, you crawl on top and there he’s able to fully appreciate the form you’ve taken, ogling your body like a debased pervert. You’re a tease, lowering enough to hover right above the bulge of his cockhead but never dipping any more than that. His hand, albeit shaky, comes to land on your waist, a calloused thumb pushing into your smooth skin and rubbing circles just to feel you. “Please.” The word leaves his mouth faster than his brain can process and you just adore the way you can visibly see him melt for you.
“Please what?”
“Please,” Now he has both hands on you, “Sit on my cock.”
Now that makes you smile wide. “Yes sir.” There’s a snide intonation of your voice when you address him but he doesn’t give a fuck. All he can think about is you, you, you.
Your hips sink, the tip of his dick smoothing along your folds and pressing into your entrance until the pressure is enough to break through and he’s in. And god, you’re already so tight, you have his lungs struggling to get a single breath in. Your walls crease and mold to his girth and for all the trouble you’ve caused him, you’re making up for it and he hasn’t even filled you to the hilt yet.
“S-Shit.” You were starting to think you’d never see the day when Hayakawa Aki, one of the most highly regarded members of Public Safety, would fall prey to your lascivious spell but here he is, hissing as he’s pulling you down on his cock with depraved hunger. Grunting, Aki digs his head back into your pillow but he forces his eyes open, needing to see you take him all the way and when you do, you’re such a sight to behold. Your lips, swollen from sucking him off, part in delicious rapture and you see stars having him all the way inside you. The corners of your mouth turn upward, a smile coming over your features as you feel the slightest hint of trembling in Aki’s thighs as you come to a full seat on his member.
The way he feels inside you is unlike anything you’ve had before, and you’ve definitely charmed your fair share of characters but this Aki… He’s more special than you took him for. Your walls flutter around him, hugging his cock nice and snug so that you feel every twitch, every throb he helplessly gives you. “You ready?” You ask but it’s not up for debate. You grind your clit against his pelvis on your way up, following the curve of Aki’s shaft before bouncing back down on his length.
He’s so dense, thick inside you that you could imagine him easily breaking you, if you let him. But you’re in control here and he seems game for it, what with how wanton his gaze on you is and how sternly he’s gripping your waist. He’s so deep in you, you feel him poking against your core and that has your heart drumming so vigorously, you can hear your heartbeat so clearly in your ears along with Aki’s moans and the erotic sounds of wet skin smacking together.
Your pace starts slow enough, giving you time to relish how he stuffs your gummy walls on every swing up but you’re both in agreement that it’s not enough. You both need more and as though you’re in sync, he starts to jerk his hips into you, cramming further inside you while you dig down just as harshly. The way you’re rubbing down on him has you coating him in your slick, the mass of your juices, and it’s so much that it’s spilling down his balls and lap. That only makes it easier for him to thrust into you, forcing your body to roll along his shaft and bend to the new rhythm he’s setting.
How can one human feel this good? He has you feeling so high, so overwhelmed with the weight of his cock inside your cunt, that you don’t even notice his hand reaching out to your forearm and unexpectedly forcing you down so your chest is flush against his and your lips are just mere inches from each other. That certainly isn’t the case for long, as Aki immediately forces his lips on you in a rough and needy kiss. Your tongue is still coated in his essence, his taste, and he laps it up in a frenzy. Your own sweetness tingles in his mouth, sending a hypnotizing rush to his brain that has him feeling like he’ll never recover from this. Like he’ll never recover from you.
Your pussy still swallowing his cock, Aki’s hands land squarely on your ass and start to firmly squeeze your plush flesh, nails sharply piercing your skin until he knows he’s drawing blood. You whine and moan into his mouth, all muffled because there’s no way in hell he’s letting you break the kiss. “Don’t you dare pull away.” Aki growls and for once, you’re listening to a Devil Hunter as he starts to mercilessly buck his hips, thrusting harshly into you like you’re just a toy for him to abuse. Anyone else would be screaming, crying for a reprieve but not you.
His length penetrates you so roughly while the thickness of his cock has you full to the brim and the combination of both is sure to be a new addiction of yours. Now you’re thinking crazy, wondering if you should just drop all your other contracts if this Aki will keep business with you. Any sensible thought is pounded out of you soon enough, Aki’s hips crashing against your bottom fast and hard. Your kiss with him is just as cruel, his teeth capturing your puffy bottom lip and sharply biting down until the vulgar taste of blood is dripping into his mouth. You whimper but never tell him to stop. Why would you when he feels so good?
Too good, in fact. He told you to stay put but you can’t help it, you come to rise, still with his length fully inside you and resume your earlier position of bobbing up and down on his cock but now with a more reckless flair. As you do, as you near your climax, a script starts to sear itself into your pelvis. “The–” Oh now you’re the stuttering fool, “t-the contract.” You choke out, the outline of the brand charred in your skin.
Aki’s mystified by you, by what’s happening before him. Still ramming into your tight pussy, his hands move from your wiggling ass to digging his nails harshly into the design scorching itself on your supple flesh. You yelp, face glimmering with a layer of sweat, but your cries hit a new pitch when one hand dives down towards your cunt, thumb messily running circles around your clit. “Fucking cum for me then. I’m gonna fill you up.” Where did this man find his grounding? Your head rolls back, lips quivering with a never ending string of lewd noises as your thighs begin to give out– no, give way to Aki’s domination.
Now on a firm seat on Aki’s lap, his hips thrash against you until he feels his member swelling and pulsating inside you, against your narrowing walls that dare to swallow him whole. As he does, an inscription he can’t totally make out starts to appear on your pelvis but one thing’s for sure; you look good with his name in kanji branded on you.
“Cumming– fucking take it, devil.” You crumble all around him, your sopping wet cunt fluttering all around him as you too, start to feel your release bubble up until spilling over. He pumps into you every last drop of his cum but you still feel yourself trembling long after he’s finished.
Your pants of recovery cut through the silence in the room. What the hell was that? This man… He’s not human. Not with the way he just fucked you. You’re going to keep this one, even if it takes all your power. You’ll keep him safe, you promise to yourself… So long as he keeps up his end of the deal.
You feel empty when his cock finally leaves you and even more so when Aki gets himself dressed and ready to go. If you had it your way, you’d keep him there all night and all day… Though you guess humans need more than sex to refuel. A pity.
“Guess this is it.” Aki mumbles at your front door but you stop him from taking a step further, dainty little nails curling around the sleeve of his jacket as you look up at him with ravenous glint in your eyes, “Oh, didn’t Makima tell you? This contract is ongoing. I’ll ring you up when I need more.”
Shit. What did he get himself into?
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A/N: something a little flirty and spicy for halloween where you help Aki take his mummy bandages off after all the holiday festivities!
“How did you even get all these on without help??”
You stared over Aki and his “mummy” bandages, staring at his undone pants zipper and boxers peeking out.
“It was a little easier before it was all stuck to each other. Need help with the back.”
“We could always cut it off—“
Aki shook his head, fiddling with the bandage edge. “It’s really sealed down. We’re gonna have to peel slowly.”
You shook your head, laughing quietly. “You didn’t think this through, did you?~”
He sighed, crossing his arms. “Are you going to help me, or…?”
“Yes.” You grinned, kissing his nose. “Let’s get the face ones off first. Hopefully it doesn’t sting too bad.”
Starting under Aki’s chin, you tugged gently, feeling the resistance slowly yielding and peeling up. Biting his lip to cover the sting, Aki closed his eyes, feeling you take the wrap from his face and untangling it out of his hair, running your fingers though his dark, tousled locks after.
Peeking one eye open, he saw you concentrating on your task and laughed at your cute focused pout.
“What’s so funny?” You asked, scrunching up your nose.
“You.” He smiled, reaching for the next strip of bandages, starting just behind his shoulder and putting it in your hand. “I’ll lift my arms up so you can work, okay?”
Nodding, you started following the lines of the wrap, using one hand to pry up the sticky fabric and the other to scrunch the used material into a messy ball. You could feel every soft curve of Aki’s muscles and skin as you worked, going up on tiptoes to unwrap the loop around his left arm.
Placing a gentle kiss on his bicep when you were finished with that side, you smiled onto his skin, glancing up at him.
“Having fun?~”
“So much~” you shot back, sarcasm dripping from your reply. You didn’t want Aki to know your panties had been soaked since you started on his face.
“Fantastic.” He deadpanned, reaching for the second strip and letting you repeat the process.
As more of his chest became visible, skin pink from the adhesive, you noticed his hardened nipples, biting your lip as you removed a strip close to his tits and nonchalantly swipes your thumb over the sensitive nub.
He sucked in a breath suddenly, glaring down at you and clenching his thighs, pants falling down his waist a few inches.
“Hmmm??” You teased, raising an eyebrow. “Something wrong?”
Grunting quietly, Aki looked at the other side of the room, letting you continue, but the growing tent in his boxers spoke the words he couldn’t say out loud.
When you finished the second arm, you had one wrap left, starting from the middle of Aki’s back and going around his waist. You walked closer, looking up at him. “Gonna have to get a little personal for this one, unless you want me to maypole this shit.”
He laughed, shaking his head no. “Do what you have to.”
You tugged at the stubborn wraps, taking your time with this layer—his skin becoming more sensitive as you unwrapped lower and lower.
“Hey Aki.”
“Hm??”
“What if I want to do more than I have to?”
Glancing up again, he met your gaze, cheeks flushed.
“Meaning?”
You tugged at the waistband of his boxers, giving them a snap. “Not too hard to figure out, Hayakawa~~ But I want you to say it. I want permission.”
Panting softly now, he tilted his head back, boxers straining under his desire. “You don’t have to, you know? I only needed help getting this wrap off…”
“Oh, so you don’t want it??” Handing the ball of tape to him, you backed up. “You can finish then, if that’s all you needed~”
He sighed, shaking his head. “That’s not. I’m--I’m sorry. I mean…” He let out another short huff, tapping his fingers over the fabric tape ball. “I only mean that you’re not required to, you know? Not that I don’t want it…”
You tilted your head with a small smile. “So it’s a yes??”
He nodded quietly. “If you’re sure… Yes.”
Reaching for the tape ball, you nodded in return. “Yes~ Now let’s finish unwrapping you~”
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Aki's cigarettes_
aki x female!reader
1k+ words
Tw: reader is depressed, mention of death and suicidal topics.
You woke up to an empty bed.
The room was enguIft in the calming darkness of the night, the gentle summer breeze - let in by the open balcony doors - caressed your face and subtly moved the end of the long white curtains.
You made your way towards it.
Aki was there, sitting on a chair in the corner of the balcony, cigarette in hand. Even though he didn’t think of himself as attractive you couldn’t help but think he was the most beautiful person you ever laid eyes upon. The black shadow that was his hair, free from its usual updo framed his face gently complimenting his sharp features. His body was elegant, and moved with grace and fluidity, he never seemed awkward nor out of place. Noticing your presence, his focus shifted from the skylain of the sleeping city to you. “Why aren’t you sleeping?” “I could ask you the same thing.”
You took a seat on his lap, his arm caging you automatically to his body. You felt the cold tip of his nose rub against the nape of your exposed neck, searching for your scent, that seemed to calm him down way faster than any cigarette could. His soft lips pressed a gentle kiss on your skin. You cherished every little gesture, the gentle ways by which he treated you, never failed to make you feel appreciated, and wanted, silencing that stagnant sadness that never seemed to leave you. Honestly speaking, before meeting him you feIt like your soul was already dead and you were just waiting for your body to catch on. You didn't really find pleasure in living, it felt boring and alienating, death in your head was a gift...no, a privilege that you wanted to benefit from soon. Sometimes the desire to end it all took over your brain and the darkest of thoughts turned into fantasies of liberation and freedom,
And then you met him.
You never felt more alive, and you truly believe that the first time ever blood started pumping through your veins was when yours and Aki paths of tragedy met.
You knew it was not meant to last forever, but in that moment his heart was biting, his skin was warm, his body was there for you to touch, he was alive and that was enough.
But you couldn’t help but feel scared of him leaving you behind.
You couldn’t phantom having to go back to living the way you did before, not after knowing what it felt like to truly exist in peace.
When you were apart, and his presence couldn't soothe you to a peaceful sleep, nightmares took over. You couldn't really picture clear depictions of his death, but in the jungle of screaming voices, running figures appeared in a blur, nothing felt clear or defined, it was chaos. Devils didn't need to show themselves for their evil to be felt. And in your spirit, soul and mind, the only thing that was clear was the feeling of his absence. Even though those nightmares weren't real, the excruciating pain and fear you felt when you woke up was.
"Aki…" the build up of sadness in your throat was getting unbearable, making your voice sound groggy. "Let me go first ".
He took a moment to look at you. Eyebrows furrowed beyond possible, ingraining deep wrinkles on his forehead. His body went rigid under you, but his arms held on to you tighter. A thick silence that you didn't know how to describe descended upon the both of you. He had Power and Denji by his side now.
There was a small part of you that was jealous and hated not being the sole source of his happiness and content, sharing his affection at the beginning felt uncomfortable, but in the world that you both lived in there was no place to arvest that kind of selfish emotions towards the ones you loved, not when you had selfish requests like that.
“Aki, everyday I wake up, and it hurts. But I’m happy because you are the first thing I see when I open my eyes.” Your eyes were glossy, and tiers ready to fall, as you caressed his face. “You have people who love you, and need you. You have things to look forward to. But I…beside you, I have nobody, and it’s okay. Aki I desired death for so long. But if you leave before me not even death could grant me refuge from the hurt of a life without you. Aki, let me find my peace.”
The cigarette that fell from his fingers long ago stayed put as the last flicker of fire consumed the paper and turned everything into ashes. You felt bad, but for the sake of your flickering sanity, you couldn’t keep it to yourself.
“Don’t hate me Aki, please.”
His eyes were low, he hadn’t been able to look you in the face for a while now, but his grip got progressively stronger, bruising, fingernails breaking into your skin. It hurt, it did but you welcomed that kind of physical pain, in some weird way it felt calming.
“I could never hate you Y/n.”
You kept staring at him as he turned his head to look in the distance.
“Sometimes I wonder what it would be like if we were different people and lived a different life. Maybe we would have met at school, or at a part-time job in a cafeteria. I wouldn’t smoke, and you would smile more. I’d ask you out, we would date and maybe break-up a couple of times, then...then I’d want to marry you, so you could be mine even by law. I want to see what we’d look like in twenty, thirty years, you’ll still be beautiful that I’m sure. There are so many things I want to do with you, and for you but I’ll never be able to do. So if there’s something that I can do, I’ll do it because I love you.
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Brain rot of Jace practicing high valyrian on ur clit🫶🫶🫶🫶that’s it ily!!!!
꒰ 𝐃𝐎𝐍𝐀 𝐒𝐋𝐘𝐔𝐓𝐄𝐆𝐎𝐍 | 𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐁𝐁𝐋𝐄. ꒱
˗ˏˋ ꒰ summary : request above. ♡ (I hope you enjoy this, nonnie, ilyt!!)
˗ˏˋ ꒰ word count : 469.
˗ˏˋ ꒰ genre : smut, drabble.
˗ˏˋ ꒰ pairing : Jacaerys Velaryon x (fem!)Reader
WARNING.ᐟ THIS FIC CONTAINS ; slight profanity, slight praising, cunnilingus/oral sex (f receiving).
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“Ao sylutegon sīr sȳz,” (you taste so sweet.)
A reddish hue began forming on your thighs, along the marks of Jace’s fingers gripping them firmly, spreading your legs wide as his face was buried betweem your legs - his mouth overabusing your sensitive clit, as his fingers teasingly moved in and out of your entrance.
It had been a good idea, to tell Jace just how much you adored hearing him talk in High Valyrian. Perhaps he wasn’t yet properly good at it, but you were still delighted in having him practice with you. And what better idea he had, than to practice High Valyrian and eat you out all at once? Not only it was something that pleasured him, but overall it was a different type of experience that he knew you’d enjoy; and the eldest Velaryon was right.
“Fuck,” with soft pleas that escaped continously from your partly open lips, your hand found it’s way to his brunette hair, interwining your fingers on several strands and unconsciously burying his head deeper into your moist, stimulated pussy; moving your hips forwards to give him better access. “Iksā iā olvie sȳz riña, issi ao daor?” (you are such a good girl, aren’t you?) a proud grin grew at the corner of his plump lips, feeling his panting breath hit against your nub, increasing the speed of his fingers fucking you.
Wetness oozed from your cunt, coating his fingers, as his mouth occasionally drank from your own cum. “Kesan qogralbar ao tolvie tubis hae bisa, issa jorrāelagon.” (I will fuck you everyday just like this, my love). Your fingers gripped desperately from his hair, as his tongue flicked ravenously on your slick-coated folds, until his mouth found his way to nibble on your clit once again. A loud groan escaped deep from your throat, throwing your head back as a knot formed on your stomach, anticipating your release.
Briefly, his coffee eyes moved to stare at your expressions, taking pride in himself for how ruined he managed to get you - having you panting and begging for more. “Keep... Keep going,” you weakly encouraged, barely being able to form a coherent sentence, at the feeling of him stopping for a few seconds. He scoffed, widely grinning, as he lowered his face one again, placing gentle pecks all over your folds and slowly moving his fingers inside of you. “Ao hae ziry skori gaoman ziry hae bisa, gaomagon ao daor?” (you like it when I do it like this, don’t you?) he muttered, using his tongue to lap at your own fluids, that violently flowed out of you.
“Kostan hae sȳrī gaomagon bisa tolī jēdi lēda ao,” (I might as well do this more often with you), the eldest Velaryon whispered against your edging cunt, “Eminna jeme bantis mirre syt nyke, issa dōna.”
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𝐂𝐈𝐆𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐒
Aki Hayakawa
Pairing: Aki Hayakawa x f!Reader
Summary: The man who revises your paper is straight out of your sex dream. You'll let him do almost anything for him- Except smoke inside your room when he so desperately needs it. But he finds an alternative for his cigarette. And afterwards he can't stop thinking about you.
Warnings: MDNI, Alternate Universe, Smut, Vaginal Sex, Vaginal Fingering, Oral Sex (m. and f. receiving), Spitting, Public Sex, Creampie, Aki has tattoos and is hot (as always)
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“Okay… The essay is good, it just needs a few changes.” Aki says, leaning down as he reads the paper in his hand. He’s focused on helping you, and you’re focused on him. Arms and neck filled with tattoos. Both ears pierced. Hair up in a knot. You’ve never seen him around, if you had, you would’ve remembered. And now you’re wondering how you’ve never seen him before. You’re too focused on his face and not at the fact that he’s pointing at the pen in your hand. You’re brought back to reality when he clears his throat, “May I?”
“Oh, yes. Sorry.” You awkwardly chuckle, giving him your pen. He begins to circle and underline the areas that you need to work on, and you feel your cheeks get warm. You’re embarrassed but you don’t know if it’s because he caught you staring mindlessly at him, or the fact that your paper has so many mistakes.
Your roommate, Himeno, suggested that you go to the library so they could check your paper. You find yourself understanding the content, but when it comes to writing an essay in any class, you always get a mediocre grade. Himeno said that one of her friends is helping out, you never asked who it was, and you obviously didn’t bother looking for them. You saw Aki available and went up to him immediately. He luckily could help with the subject you needed help in.
“You have all the right ideas, they’re just disorganized.” He adds, which you don’t know if it makes you feel better or worse about yourself. You know the material, you just don’t know how to properly word it. He takes a seat beside you, all his attention on the paper. Your eyes shift from his focused face to the paper in his hands. He’s nitpicking any minor mistake in your writing. It almost hurts your feelings, even though you know he’s trying to help you.
You came here because you needed help, and he’s giving it to you. Although your mind wanders off, as you watch him move his lips. He’s explaining what you need to fix so your paper receives an adequate grade, yet your brain doesn’t comprehend anything. You’re nodding, acting as if you’re understanding a word he says. Your eyes are staring at the peek of the dragon tattoo that he has on his neck, and you notice that it starts on his arm. Although he has many other tattoos on his arms
“Do you understand?” He asks, which brings you back to reality. You try to smile, trying to hide the fact that you don’t understand and that you were zoning out because he is, in fact, fucking hot.
“I do, thank you, Hayakawa.” You end up responding. He gives you your paper back, and you stuff it back in your bag before standing up.
When you’re back in your apartment, you lock yourself in your room to finish up homework for other classes. You’re thinking of the man that helped you with the best of his ability, while fixing up the essay. You type away on your computer, making the near perfect essay. You come to a stop on the third paragraph to look back at the paper and reread the suggestion he made.
His handwriting looks neat yet sloppy at the same time, and the way certain letters are written makes you chuckle because who writes them like that? You like his handwriting though. Way better than the majority of guys.
You focus back on your computer to type out the rest of your essay, but instead of typing more, you open a new tab. And instead of searching up resources to help with your writing, you type in Aki Hayakawa and look to find any social media he has. You find his Instagram and click on it, only to find out it’s private. You squint your eyes to look at the profile picture, but his face is covered by a camera. He seems to be into photography, at least that’s what you can tell from the picture.
He probably has an alternate account for his photos, but you’re really not in the mood to look at pictures of flowers or random insects/animals that you can find in your backyard. You go back to the previous page and also find a Twitter account. A smirk comes onto your lips as you think at what you can possibly find on that page.
You click on his Twitter and immediately go to the media. You don’t really care too much to read about his thoughts; you don’t want to lose interest because of one unfunny tweet. You grin when you find his face in many pictures, as well as some other photographs that you don’t really care about too much. You come across one particular picture that makes you stop scrolling completely.
It’s him and your roommate. Himeno’s arms wrapped around him as she smiles at the camera. Aki smiles as well, not as bright as Himeno though. You realize that Aki is the friend that Himeno was telling you about. You sigh as you click out of the picture. You remember her saying,
“He’s so hot, God, I’d do almost anything to be with him.”
You close the tab and go back to your essay, and when you're completely concentrated on the task in front of you, there’s a knock on your door. You puff out a breath before you stand up from your chair and walk to your door. You open the door to find your roommate with a bright smile on her face, a beer in her hand.
“My friend is coming over, come join us.” She suggests. You’re about to shake your head since you don’t have too much time to finish your essay but then it hits you,
“Is this your same friend that tutors?” You ask, and she hums in response. She doesn’t know that you know him since you never asked for his name. Before she could tell you anything about him, you left.
“I promise he’s fun! Well… After a couple of drinks. He acts mature and all that but he loosens up.” She tells you. You don’t understand why she’s insistent, but you end up nodding slowly.
“Alright, I’ll join you.” You answer.
“Yay! He’ll be here in a few minutes. Let me get changed.” She responds before walking away, and you decide to do the same. But you decide you’ll wear something different. Maybe something that shows a bit more skin, but not too much. You don’t want Himeno to notice and come to the conclusion you’re trying to impress her friend. You are, but you don’t want her to notice.
Right when you finish changing, there’s a knock on the front door. You walk out of the room and go to the front door, since Himeno is apparently still changing. You open the door, and just as you expected, there’s Aki.
“Oh, hey.” He greets you and says your name. He raises a brow before asking, “Is Himeno your roommate?”
“Yeah. She’s in her room, she’ll come out soon enough.” You inform him and he nods in response. You move out of the way so he can enter the apartment, and when he does, he walks to the couch. He takes a seat and makes himself comfortable. “Would you like a beer?”
“It’s fine. I can get it.” Aki answers and you go to the couch to sit down as well. You put some distance between the two of you so you don’t make him uncomfortable. This awkward silence fills up the room until Himeno walks back and joins you.
She changed. She changed from a black tank top and sweatpants to a tight white tank top and shorts. You really aren’t surprised. She smiles at Aki, greeting him with a melodious, “Hey~”
You can tell she’s had one too many beers already. She seemed fine when she knocked on your door, but you obviously misjudged her. She takes a seat between the two of you, closer to Aki. Way closer. So much so that she’s almost invading his personal space. Aki isn’t sure what to do with his personal space being invaded, so he tries to scoot away, but he can’t since he’s at the end of the couch.
“Don’t you want to start watching that movie?” Aki asks, hoping that it’ll make Himeno stand up, and give him the chance to reclaim the room that was taken from him. When you hear the word “movie” one thing comes to mind, and it’s nothing pure. You’re not even sure if Himeno meant to invite you– Unless Aki was the one who suggested that they’d watch a “movie”.
“Why don’t you go grab a drink first?” Himeno suggests, the alcohol in her breath blowing into Aki’s face. Her arms wrap around him, and he’s trying his best to distance himself. This is why he tries not to come around at night. She has one too many drinks and gets touchy.
“I actually have to finish some assignments.” You say, standing up from the couch and beginning to walk to your room. You hear a groan from Himeno, but she doesn’t say anything to stop you. Now that Aki is here, she’s changed her mind about having you join them, so she isn’t exactly too mad about the fact that you’ll choose to lock yourself up in your room.
“Uh… Actually, I think I should go with her. I explained everything to her but she seemed to be needing some more help.” Aki tells Himeno, making her let go. He’s clearly uncomfortable, but he doesn’t have the courage to voice it. It makes the woman pout and cross her arms, and Aki says, “Go drink some water and look for a movie you want to watch. I’ll make it quick.”
He follows you to your room, uninvited, and neither of you know what to say when he closes the door behind you. You take a seat at your desk and decide to focus on your homework while he waits it out.
“Sorry…” He begins, and you hum in response. You don’t care all that much about it. He stands around awkwardly, not wanting to take a seat on your bed without asking. “I didn’t expect her to be already tipsy, and she tends to be touchy.”
“Oh yeah, I get that.” You respond. “You can sit down.”
“Okay…” He responds, but instead of actually taking a seat, he walks over to you to check what’s on your computer. He finds the paper that he revised on your desk as well, so he knows you’re still working on the paper he helped you with at the library. “Do you need me to revise that again?”
“I think it’s fine.” You answer. You don’t have all that much energy left to check the paper another time and make more revisions before turning it in. You end up turning off your laptop, deciding to take advantage of the moment. You might never have him in your room again, so you might as well talk to him. “When are you going back?”
“In a few minutes. When she’s had some water and time to be more level-headed.” He replies. He takes a seat on your bed and pulls out his phone. “If not, I’ll just leave.”
“I definitely don’t think that she’ll grab water like you suggested.” You tell him as you stand up and sit down on the bed. He still wants to wait a couple minutes before deciding to leave. “How did you two meet, anyway?”
“Hmm… I think it was around campus or something. She came up to me and we hit it off.” Aki recalls, although he can’t remember it all too well. “She’s three years older than me– I think.”
“Yeah… She’s taken a while to get her degree. But hopefully next year she’ll make it!” You share, and he nods in response. You aren’t sure what you two can talk about other than Himeno, until you look at his arms, “You have a lot of tattoos. That’s cool.”
“You think so?” He responds, and you nod in response. “Himeno was actually the one who pushed me to get a tattoo. It was a small one on my thigh but then I just couldn’t stop getting more and more.”
“I’ve been thinking of getting one myself, which one was the least painful for you?” You ask, and he takes a moment to think about it. He has so many…
“Forearm is not so bad, also outer thigh is okay.” He informs you. “Neck was very painful, don’t do that. “Butt is okay. At least from what I’ve heard.”
“From what you heard?” You chuckle, and he ends up laughing as well. “Are you sure you don’t have a tattoo on your butt?”
“Maybe once upon a time I went out to drink with Himeno and we got too drunk…” He explains. You begin to wonder for how long exactly they’ve known each other. He shares a couple more things with you– How his ears piercings was also something Himeno forced him to do, that he’s lucky she didn’t force him to pierce his nose and also get a lip ring. They’ve known each other for around four years. Aki is graduating this term, and works part time as a barista. He tells you so much about himself.
There’s a knock on the door, interrupting the conversation that you and Aki withhold. Himeno’s speech is slightly slurred as she says, “Aki, how much time– Do you have left? Is her paper not ready?”
“Oh she’s definitely opened a few more cans of beer.” You comment, and Aki hums, a bit disappointed.
“I need a fucking cigarette.” He rolls his eyes. “What options do I have?”
“Sneak out the window– Which I don’t recommend since this is a second floor. Or wait till she passes out and leave. Unless you want to make up an emergency.” You tell him and he subconsciously begins to bounce his leg, looking around the place to decide what he wants to do.
“Can I smoke in here?” He asks and you shake your head. As much as you’d want to let him do anything he wants, the last thing you need is your bedroom smelling like cigarettes. You’ve forced Himeno to smoke outside, even when it’s pouring out
“Sorry, I don’t really want my bedroom to stink.”
“What? Do I stink?” He questions. He’s never associated his addiction with a horrible smell. Sure, smoking outside is the formality so not everyone is clouded with the smoke. Maybe it has a strong smell– Well, it definitely reeks but he fucking needs to smoke.
“You don’t stink, but if you pull out a cigarette in my room then you will. And I will too.” You explain and he still sighs. He lays his back on the bed and stares at the ceiling for a second.
“Will you suck me off?” He asks out of nowhere, and you feel the heat going to your cheeks as he says that. “I need something that’ll distract me from smoking, and that’ll certainly do the trick.”
“You know, Himeno would be willing to give you a hand if you asked.” You say, your hand going to his belt. Does he need a cigarette so badly or does he just want a blowjob? You don’t care to ask as your lips go down to peck his lips. When you pull away, he says,
“I don’t want Himeno.” He responds. “She’s a nice friend but that’s all she’ll be.”
“Hmm…? Didn’t we just meet? You’re already talking about us being more than friends?” You begin as you unbutton his pants and pull them down. Your hand goes into his boxers and begin to feel his length, which is certainly impressive. Although you aren’t too surprised. “Will this actually help you?”
“I suggested it for a reason.” He responds, and you pull down his boxers. You run your thumb over his tip, spreading the pre-cum on his cock. You lower your head, your tongue circling around his tip. You met a couple hours ago, and here you are, starting a blowjob. This wouldn’t be your first one night stand though. You’ve fucked guys that you’ve known for a shorter time.
You lower your head completely, wrapping your mouth completely around his cock. You take in as much as you can, and you can hear him softly moan as you bob your head. Your hands stroke the parts of his cock that can’t fit in your mouth, while your other hand cups his balls.
“Fuck– That’s good.” He can’t help but moan as he feels your mouth wrapped around his dick. Maybe he was thinking of a similar scene in the library while looking over your paper. And now he feels your tongue gliding on his shaft.
You take his cock out of your mouth, your hand stroking his cock while your mouth goes down to suck on his balls. He shuts his eyes and bites his bottom lip as he feels your mouth. God, he has to remember that Himeno is right outside so he can’t let her hear what’s going on inside your room. That he isn’t in fact helping you with your assignment.
Your tongue licks from the base of his cock back to the tip. Your mouth wraps around his cock again, doing the same thing as before. While it feels great for Aki, he still says, “Baby, can you take it all in your mouth? It’ll be so good”
The pet name “baby” makes your panties wet. All the heat immediately goes to your cunt, but you focus on Aki and making him come. Using your mouth for his pleasure.
You feel his hand on the back of your head, and he begins to push your head down on his cock. You begin to gag on his cock, and the sound is better than any melody for him. And the best part of all is that it feels so good for him. Even better than before. He could come at any moment.
Too engrossed in what you’re doing, any noise from outside is canceled out by Aki’s moans and your gagging. Until the door strikes open, and a drunk Himeno walks into the room, looking for Aki. You raise your head, taking his cock out of your mouth. You’re wide-eyed while the man can’t help but be annoyed by the fact that he was so close to finishing, and he was interrupted.
Himeno is trying to process the scene in front of her, asking, “What’s going on here?”
“A- Aki needed a cigarette.” You stutter.
“She won’t remember any of this in the morning. There’s no need for an explanation.” Aki assures you. He pulls his boxers back up and begins to fix himself. “I have to go. I’m gonna smoke a cigarette.”
Just as Aki said, Himeno remembered nothing the next morning. Yet, you decided that you’ll keep your distance because Himeno clearly likes him, and getting with him is sort of a betrayal to her. It’s easy to avoid him, mainly because you’ve never bumped into him before. You avoid the library, and he doesn’t come over to hang out with Himeno often.
Nearly a month after everything, you find yourself back in the library, ready to check another paper. The paper Aki checked got a near perfect score, and while you’re trying to avoid him, you value your grades more than anything. Your eyes meet when you step into the place.
You’ll look for someone else because you doubt either of you will feel too comfortable around each other, especially after a month of not talking. Or maybe that’s just you because Aki begins to walk towards you.
“Hey.” He says when he’s in front of you. You smile at him, avoiding eye contact. “Do you need help on another paper?”
“Uh… Yeah.” You nod, looking around to find another person that’s not Aki, to check the paper you need help with.
“I can check it for you.” He states, noticing that you’re looking for someone else. He left someone on their own to come up to you. He hopes at the very least you’ll take his help so he doesn’t look like a jerk.
“Sure… But aren’t you busy?” You question and he shakes his head. You noticed he was with someone else, but he decided to walk up to you. “I don’t want to–”
“It’s fine, they were just leaving.” He responds, and you end up sighing. He furrows his brows at your reaction and just when he’s about to ask what’s wrong, you end up saying,
“You know Himeno likes you, so I think it’s best if we–” You begin but he cuts you off.
“I’m helping you with your essay, I’m sure Himeno won’t get mad with that.” Aki answers, and you end up sighing again. He’s not wrong, but the reason you don't want his help is because you aren’t sure if you’ll behave around each other.
You end up going with him to take a seat. You pull out the paper and hand it to him so he can look it over. And he takes it as he takes a seat beside you. Unlike the first time, you don’t gawk at him. You stare elsewhere, somewhere that he isn’t in your vision.
You feel him pat your thigh, and the heat goes to your cheeks immediately. “Do you have a pen?”
“Oh, yeah. Sorry.” You respond, reaching into your bag to pull out a pen. You give it to him, and once again stare off into space, until his hand goes back to your thigh. But this time he isn’t patting to ask you for something. He takes advantage of the fact that you’re wearing a skirt.
He caresses your thigh, all while his focus is on the paper in front of him. You don’t understand how he suddenly got so comfortable with you to do this, but at the same time you really don’t care that much. Except when his hand goes to your clothed cunt and he rubs lazy circles on your panties. No one will notice or know, yet you’re still freaking out. But you won’t push his hand away either.
“Same mistakes as the first time.” He comments, pushing your panties to the side. Two fingers run through your folds as he circles and underlines what needs to be fixed. He mutters, “You’re so wet, and I haven’t done anything.”
“Huh?” You question, your face burning up, the same heat that’s in between your legs. Yet one is of embarrassment and the other of arousal.
“I said, last time clearly didn’t do anything. You made very similar mistakes.” He begins to circle your clit. You didn’t really expect a stunt like this from him of all people. But then again, you don’t know him well. You’ve stalked his social media after giving him a blowjob, but that’s about it.
You wait for him to push two fingers in, but at the same time you’re not desperate for it because his fingers’ speed against your clit is just right. He moves his fingers perfectly. You bite your bottom lip, preventing a whimper from leaving your lips.
“Does it feel good, gorgeous?” He asks, glancing at you before his eyes go back to the paper in front of him. “Wouldn’t it feel good if I slipped a finger in? You’d have to ask me in a pretty little voice.”
“Please.” You whisper. You’re scared of being too loud and being heard, although half the library is empty.
“Can you be a tad bit louder? I can’t make out what you’re saying.” He says, and you end up shaking your head. The library is so quiet that you could hear a pin drop, and you’re scared that if you raise your voice just a bit more, that people will turn to see. The place isn’t too crowded. Just a couple of people cramming in for exams.
His fingers press against your entrance, but he doesn’t slip a finger in. He fixes your panties and stands up, “I need a cig. Check over what I wrote. I’ll be back in a second.”
You watch as he walks away, and you stuff your paper back in your bag. You stand up and begin to walk to the shelves. You begin to look for a book that you’ve been researching for a term paper. Instead of asking the librarian for help, you go to the very back of the place, looking for the book.
You waste around ten minutes, before you spot it. Your arm goes out to grab it, but before your hand gets to it, someone else grabs it. You notice the tattoos on his hand and immediately figure out who it is. You turn around to look at him, and he’s so close that you’re pushed against the shelves.
“I thought I told you to make revisions and here you are…” He sounds a bit annoyed as he says this. His lips go down and he pecks your lips before he kneels down in front of you. He lifts up your skirt, and you press your thighs together.
“Right here?” You ask, tilting to the side for a moment to see if you find anybody. When you don’t, you stop squeezing your thighs. He pushes your panties to the side, once again, and forces you to spread your legs.
“You should really be checking your paper…” He tells you before his tongue licks up your cunt. He really couldn’t care less about your paper. He can say he was upset when he stepped back into the library and you weren’t there, waiting for him. He was going to tease you a bit more. But now he’s glad that you decided to come here because you taste great on his tongue.
He spits on your cunt before his lips attach around your clit. You throw your head back, making a couple of books fall over. The sound would sure catch a couple of people’s attention, but they’re all too focused on their own thing to care. You put a hand over your mouth to muffle any sounds from escaping your lips.
Books knocking over aren't alarming, the sound of moaning sure is.
He detaches himself from your clit and licks down your folds to the entrance of your cunt. He teases it before he inserts his tongue inside of you, which makes your eyes roll to the back of your head. He moves it in and out of your cunt while his fingers begin to play with your clit.
“Fuck, that’s so good.” You whisper, your hips bucking. He’s looking up at you, watching your face as you try to contain your pleasure. He really wishes he could hear it, but he sure picked the wrong place to do this. Either way you wouldn’t make a sound in your apartment either because of your roommate.
You shut your eyes, feeling your climax get closer and closer. He takes his tongue out of your cunt and begins to flick your clit. The sweetest “Aki” leaves your lips while your thighs begin to squeeze around him. He swears this is heaven, and you’re the sweetest angel.
You keep your thighs squeezed around him while your orgasm takes over you. You hear Aki humming, loving the way you taste around him. A moan escapes your lips, your eyes rolling to the back of your head as you come.
Aki continues flicking your clit for a couple more seconds, watching the beautiful face that you make as you orgasm. When a sigh escapes your lips when you come down from your high, he kisses your clit and gets off the ground. He grabs the back of your head and pulls your face in for a kiss. His tongue enters your mouth, pressing against your own. His tongue glides over yours while your hands go to the bulge that’s in his pants.
When he pulls away, a string of saliva connects your lips. You stare into his lust-filled eyes, and you watch him bite down his bottom lip as you feel the bulge in his pants. His thumb pushes down your bottom lip before he orders, “Open your mouth.”
You do as he says and he spits in your mouth. You swallow as your hands unbutton his pants. Your hands go inside his boxers and you begin to stroke his length. He says, “You want me to fuck you here, baby?”
“Hmm…” You hum in response. You pull down his pants, “You already ate me out, we might as well go all the way.”
“You’re right. I’ve been daydreaming about your cunt wrapped around my dick.” He says, stroking his cock a couple of times before he runs the tip through your folds, getting his cock wet with your slick. “And the craziest thing is that this is the third time we meet.”
“It’s the effect I have on people.” You chuckle, before he slowly pushes his cock inside of you. You whimper, feeling as his thick cock stretches you out. You both shut your eyes, taking everything in. He’s even bigger when he’s inside of you, at least that’s how he feels.
“Your pussy feels so good.” He whispers. Your cunt feels just like he imagined– No, even better. So nice and tight. The night he needed a cigarette, he shouldn’t have asked for a blowjob, instead he should’ve straight up asked you to fuck him. He actually would’ve finished.
When he bottoms out, he waits a moment, letting you adjust to his size. He begins to move slowly, looking at your face as you try your best to contain yourself. His bottom lip is between his teeth as he fucks you. One hand goes to the shelf behind you, causing a couple more books to tumble over.
You’re beginning to moan, and as much as he loves the sound, he can’t risk getting caught. One hand covers your mouth while his lips go to your ear, “You want us to get caught, naughty girl? You want everyone to come see you get caught?”
God, he just feels so good inside of you, it’s hard for you to keep it all in. His cock hits all the right spots. You could come alone with the way he moves in and out of you. Yet your hand still moves down to your clit to play with it.
Aki understands the way you feel because he’s trying his best to contain himself as well– In more ways than one, because he could come at any moment. He stops covering your mouth and his lips land on yours again.
He feels your cunt clench around him, and he moans in your mouth. When he pulls away, his lips go to your ears again, “Love your tight little pussy. I could die in it, and I’d die a happy man.”
His cock picks up speed with every thrust. His hand is back on your mouth, muffling the sounds that get louder and louder with every thrust. You reach your climax, your eyes rolling to the back of your head as your legs spasm.
“So fucking good. I need to come inside your pussy.” He mutters. After a few more thrusts, you feel as his warm cum fills up your cunt. He keeps his cock inside you for a minute. He takes it out and fixes your panties. He pecks your lips one more time, as he fixes himself up.
“Go fix your paper, and if I like it enough, I’ll give you another reward.”
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Pie-eyed over you Series Masterlist
Pairing - Mafia!Bucky Barnes x f!reader
Summary - When a new baker in town refuses to abide by his rules, Bucky has no option but to go and take care of it himself. But nothing could prepare him for what stood on the other side. Nothing could prepare him for you.
Warnings - Each chapter has its own warnings but in general, this story will contain weapons, murder and a hell lot of sweets.
You can also read it on AO3.
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Chapter 1 : Cupcakes
Chapter 2 : Brownies
Chapter 3 : Muffins
Chapter 4: Pancakes
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Lavender Sheets
Aki x Fem reader
Warnings: Somophilia. Fingering. Oral f receiving. Spit. Vaginal Penetration. Creampie. Mating Press. Cockwarming. mention of pubic hair. Grinding.
Wc: 2.3k | CSM Masterlist | Main Masterlist
The early morning sun is starting to peek in through the curtains, casting streaks of sunlight on the blue sheets, and making you stir. You're wrapped in the warmth of another body and blanket, one arm tightly secured around your waist and one under your head. The sound of the television playing the early morning cartoons seeps in through the thin door, Denji and Power's arguing also causing you to stir. Aki's hold on your body becomes tighter as he whispers in your ear, lulling you back to sleep.
He watches your shoulders relax once more while your face snuggles into the white satin sheets before dropping his head back onto your shared pillow - shared because despite there being a perfectly good one on his side you always ended up on the same one- burying his face in your hair. He can smell the coconut scent from the shampoo you use, the same scent that cleans the bedsheets. His eyes are starting to fall close again, his body craving the rest and the warmth of your body.
On any other day, he would be up running the washing and drying machines while prepping breakfast, but today was Sunday. The laundry had been washed late last night, the bathrooms had been washed, and you had insisted on vacuuming after Denji and Power had gone off to bed. You had even left the bread out for Denji next to the toaster and bought him a few new things that he could top his bread with. Going as far as to put a "Don't disturb us," with a detailed description of what you would do to the two troublemakers if they so much as knocked on your bedroom door.
A warning that seemed to have worked, as the door had remained untouched. Allowing Aki to get a few more hours of sleep and time alone with you. And the quietness of your bedroom has Aki almost falling asleep. Almost because the moment, his eyes are falling closed again, you shift your weight closer to him. Your ass grinding against his crotch.
His eyes snap open, boxers immediately growing tighter, boner pressed against the curve of his ass. Taking a deep breath through he tries to ignore the feeling of your ass moving against him as you find a new position to sleep in. Closer to him, with your hand falling over the edge of the bed, and ass pressed against him. Even after you stop moving he can't help the thoughts that pass through his mind, his arm still snuggly tossed over your waist with his hand resting under your breast. He knows you aren't against the idea of being woken up like this, but he can't help but feel dirty for having the thoughts that he is while you sleep in his arms.
Aki swallows, burying his face further into your hair, and inhaling deeply, letting his hands travel down your torso. His fingers sneak underneath the waistband of your shorts, groaning when he finds nothing beneath them, long fingers brushing against the soft coarse hair of your mound. He presses a kiss on the back of your shoulders, listening carefully to your shallow breathing, not wanting his movements to wake you. His fingers dip further down, the tips of his fingers circling your clit, swallowing a groan when he finds you already slightly wet. He teases your slit with three fingers while pinching your bud, eyes always watchful of your facial expressions.
Holding in his breath he pushes a single finger in stopping when his knuckle is snug between your walls. He allows you a few moments to adjust before slowly removing his finger and sliding back in, curling it upwards so it grazes your sensitive walls. Your eyebrows bunch together, lips pursing as you try to make sense of what's going on in your sleep, but you don't wake. Something which Aki is thankful for as he pushes a second finger in. Using his thumb he massages your clit slowly while thrusting his fingers in and out of your cunt, slowly scissoring them. Testing his limits while pushing the entire length of them in, teasing the sweet spot in the back of your pussy. You whimper in your sleep and wiggle around, your inner thighs becoming slicker as he fingers you in your sleep.
Your eyes flicker behind your closed lids, your hand subconsciously coming down to grab onto his forearm. He whispers lowly in your ear, hoping the sound of the voice keeps you asleep like it always does on lazy Sunday mornings like today. Hoping to keep you asleep until he empties his balls in your warm cunt. "Sh sh, everything's okay it's just me. You're being such a good girl, just keep your eyes closed for a while longer."
Your walls clench and unclench around his moving fingers, thighs squeezing shut around his hand when he brushes your g-spot, he readjusts his fingers so the heel of his palm applies pressure on your clit. Your juices coat his fingers and wrist, your whimpers growing in volume, you squirm against him,
He can tell you are close as your eyebrows draw together, and your walls suck his fingers deeper into your cunt. "That's a good girl, cum all over my fingers." Aki's hips start moving into your ass softly, his boner buried in between your ass cheeks as he builds your first orgasm of the morning.
Rubbing tight circles over your clit you cum on his fingers, crying into your pillow. Drool dripping down the corners of your lips. Aki slows down, whispering sweet nothings into your ears, his blue eyes scanning your face and making sure you are still asleep. He waits until your face relaxes again before slowly removing his fingers from your heat, bringing his cum soaked fingers up to his lips and licking your juices off. He hums as your sweet taste fills his taste buds, running his tongue along them until they're clean.
"Fuck," Aki grunts, sliding his arm out from under your head, and sliding down the bed, carefully turning you onto your back, and spreading your legs apart, placing them over his shoulders. Your shorts are soaked from your release, sticking your cunt and thighs. He can see the outline of your pussy lips, and feel the warmth radiating from it as he shuffles closer.
Aki doesn't hesitate, dropping a small glob of spit before running his tongue on the slick once before raising your hips and removing your sleep shorts, tossing them randomly on the bedroom floor. He watches your whole pulse, begging to be touched. Spreading your lips apart he circles your entrance, his nose bumping against your clit. The sweet taste of your cunt fills his mouth, and he pushes the tip into your heat, swirling it around.
He feels you shuffle above him, your head tossing on the pillow, hands gripping the sheets as your body grows hotter. Aki wonders what you're dreaming of as gasps start to escape from his lips, sweat dribbling down your temples, your hair sticking to the sheets.
His tongue laps at your folds, making a line from your opening your clit, and back down, his teeth pulling on your swollen bud. His eyes peered up to watch the twist of your face. He knows you'll wake up at any moment, with the way your legs are clenching around his head, and hips raising off chasing after his tongue. And the idea of you waking up while he eats you out makes him forget that he's meant to make sure you remain asleep.
Pushing your legs up towards your stomach he shoves his face into your cunt, loud slurping noises echoing off the walls of the bedroom, drowning out the sound of laughter and the television in the living room. He watches your stir in your sleep, his name stumbling out of your lips as they flutter open, your brain still working on processing the pleasure that is coursing through your body.
Everything feels hot, the lavender satin sheets beneath you. The breath you let out as you look at your surroundings. The hair that clings to your forehead. But most of all the warm tongue that moves along your folds, drinking all you have to offer.
"A-aki, what are you doing?" your voice shakes while you ask, peering down at him through dazed eyes.
Instead of answering, Aki shoves his tongue further into your clenching whole, slurping your juices, before pressing it flat against your and licking up to your clit. He spells out your name and his with the tip, his eyes never leaving yours.
You cum unexpectedly, thighs wrapping around his head, and your hand cumming down to tug on his hair. You quietly chant his name, aware of the tv playing just down the hall.
"Aki, oh my god," you sigh, staring up at the spinning ceiling fan, your brain catching up to your body.
Aki drops your legs from his shoulders and slowly traverses up your body while pressing quick kisses to the soft skin. He hands kneading all that they can grab. "Good morning," he murmurs when he reaches your lips, kissing the corner, "Feel good?"
You nod your head, wrapping your legs around his waist and rubbing up into him, feeling his erection through the thin material of his boxers, "Feel good." You pull him down, cupping his face and kissing him fully on the lips, licking his bottom lip, begging to let your tongue into his mouth. A request he obliges to. Your tongues become a tangled mess, teeth bumping into each other, the faint smell of morning breath, and your cunt reaching your nostrils. You pull back first, lazily smiling up at him, your right hand traveling down his lean torso, outlining the ridges of his abs, "That was a nice way to wake up."
"Yeah?" He asks, bumping his nose against yours, longer hair cascading over you, hissing when your hand wraps around his length, pushing his underwear down his thighs.
"Yeah," you whisper back, running your thumb over the slit, "How about now I help you with this."
His eyes squeeze shut, your hand stroking his length and rubbing it against your wet folds. "Fuck, stop teasing," he groans, pushing your hand out of the way, and holding on to his shaft at the base, positioning it at your entrance.
Your eyes widen as he pushes the first inch in, your slick making it easier for the two of you as his girth stretches you. His hands come back to rest on the back of your thighs and he pushes them back toward you as he pushes more of himself into your warm walls. Low grunts slip from his lips as you clench around him.
Neither of you will last much longer, your body still sentive from your two previous orgasms, and Aki barely holding on anymore after fighting the urge to just have his way fully with you while you slept. His thoughts are scattered all over the place when he draws his hips back and plunges into you, moaning loud enough for it to travel out the door.
He starts out slow and hard, snapping his hips into yours before pulling them back until just the head of his length rests inside you. He mostly does it to be quiet, which is feeling as you yelp every time his hips met you and he groans and grunts as your cunt sucks him in further. The pace he had originally set soon becomes quick and sloppy, the sound of skin slapping against skin bouncing off the walls of the bedroom, over the sound of the fan.
"Gonna cum," you whimper, pulling his head down so his forehead rests against yours, your breaths mixing with one another.
"Me too - God you feel so fucking good," his hand snakes between your bodies, two fingers rubbing tight circles on your clit. That's all it takes to push you over the edge. Your legs shake on his shoulders, eyes rolling to the back of your head when you feel him release in you. The sensation of you gushing and walls gripping around him pushing Aki over the end just seconds after you.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck," Aki recites, pushing his lips against yours as he fucks his cum deeper into your cunt. He doesn't stop until your legs stop shaking, dropping them so they rest against his waist. He stays seated in you after you both finish cumming, dropping his weight on you. His warm breath fans over your neck as he kisses you there.
A few moments pass before he starts to feel heavy, your hand pushing on his ribs, "Aki your crushing me."
You expect him to pull out, but instead, he rolls the two of you over and wraps one arm around your waist. He uses his free arm to push himself up, making his cock push deeper into your cunt, making you whimper. You feel and hear him suck in a deep breath as your walls clench around him, feeling him become hard again.
"Don't do that," he whispers, shuffling up the bed to rest his back against the bedframe.
You murmur out an apology resting your head on his chest, watching as he reaches to his night table for the pack of cigarettes, lighting one before tossing the box over to
the soaked side of the bed. He pushes his hair out of his face and leans his head back, inhaling the smoke before breathing it out through his nose. You watch as the smoke swirls up into the air, listening to his heartbeat against your ears and the sound of the fan turning, the air making the smoke fade quicker.
"The tv isn't playing anymore."
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ADVERSARIAL APPETITES
♡ — aki hayakawa x f!reader
The only thing worse than accidentally running into the Lust Devil is having to call Aki fucking Hayakawa for help.
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wc — 1.9k
prompt — coming in pants, praise kink (requested by @antique-remains)
additional content — enemies to lovers, edging, masturbation, phone sex, light brat taming, light dom!Aki vibes, voice kink, mentions of anal sex, coming untouched, dirty talk, anal fingering
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“Hayakawa.”
“Yeah?”
His voice is slightly muffled, and you know there’s a cigarette tucked into the corner of his mouth, burning orange embers dangling precariously as the white stick shakes with the slight movement of his lips.
Pinching the bridge of your nose, the back of your head thuds against the creaky motel headboard as you close your eyes and exhale noisily before muttering, “I need your help.”
Later, you’ll look at your call log and be horrified to find that you called Aki fucking Hayakawa to grovel for assistance. Like this is your first goddamn day as a Devil Hunter. Like he’s not the most insufferably broodish bane of your existence.
You may never forgive yourself for this temporary lapse in judgment, though that will ultimately be a problem for Later You.
Later—when you’re not stripped down to your bra and panties in a dingy motel room with a questionable smell lingering in the faded brown carpet, your blood-stained button-down shirt and pants carelessly tossed over the back of a half-busted chair, filthy knives left discarded on the nightstand where they’re sitting precariously close to a well-worn copy of the Bible.
When the metallic taste of blood isn’t still lingering in your mouth from your split bottom lip.
When you’re not about to crawl out of your skin with arousal because your simple in-and-out solo assignment was interrupted by an accidental run-in with the fucking Lust Devil.
The Lust Devil, who had laughed with an irritatingly melodic voice as you tried and failed to decapitate her. Your knives sang through empty air with each swipe as she repeatedly disappeared into a cloud of hazy, pink vapor, the sickeningly sweet smell of which left you doubled over gagging and gasping for breath.
She’d kissed you on the cheek and tapped your nose with a deceivingly girlish little giggle before taking her leave, ominously lilting, “Good luck with that, love.”
You’d hardly made it to this shitty, back road motel with the dredges of your self-control intact, almost orgasming from the mere feeling of your car bouncing with the bumps in the road, scraping your thighs together as you floored it. Abdomen pressed desperately against the edges of the dubiously stained sink, you’d scrubbed your hands raw with scalding hot water thrice in the cramped bathroom before unceremoniously stripping down and flopping onto the bed.
After an hour of trying and failing to bring yourself over the edge, your sticky, arousal-soaked fingers are now cramped and sore from repeatedly plunging them in and out of your aching cunt. Try as you might, every time you reach the precipice of release, your pleasure evaporates in an instant, leaving every nerve ending in your body painfully ignited with need. Pathetic tears prick at the corners of your eyes as you desperately hump your hand, powerless to expel the insurmountable lust burning inside of you.
Clearly, masturbating isn’t the solution to the Lust Devil’s little game.
And Aki says as much after you finish explaining yourself through gritted teeth, fighting for your life to stave off the embarrassing urge to dip your fingers between your thighs again while the call is still active.
“Then what the hell am I supposed to do?!” you cry out in frustration.
“Her power is fuelled by the fear of something, remember. But it’s not the concept of lust.” He pauses for a moment. “It’s the fear of lusting after someone that you shouldn’t. She feeds on the shameful feelings of acting on inappropriate sexual desires.”
You raise an eyebrow, even though he can’t see you. “So you’re saying I should come back and seduce Kishibe sensei.”
“You’re fucking shameless.”
“I like a quick solution.”
You can hear his exasperated sigh on the other end of the line. “From what I’ve been told, it’s not about physical consummation. It’s a mental thing.”
“So I just need to think about a dirty little secret while I’m touching myself, and then I’ll finally be able to orgasm?”
“Essentially.”
Twenty minutes later, half of the pillows and bed covers have been angrily tossed to the floor in your attempts to touch yourself in every position you could possibly think of—sadly to no avail.
“Yes?” Aki sounds bored when he answers your next call, and you make a rude gesture in the direction of your phone.
“It’s not working.”
“And?”
“And I’m two seconds from losing my mind. Can you put that stupidly smart brain of yours to use and actually help me?”
The other end of the line is quiet, so you add with an annoyed huff, “Please.”
You can hear the slight amusement in Aki’s tone as he asks, “What, do you need me to tell you how to masturbate?”
You pointedly ignore the odd feeling that zips up your spine at his words. “Wow, you sure know how to talk dirty to a girl, Hayakawa.”
He scoffs.
He fucking scoffs.
There’s a shuffling sound before he responds in a low, clipped tone, “Stop being a fucking brat.”
Everything is silent save for the ticking of the clock on the wall.
“I…” you trail off, not sure what kind of response you can formulate with the way your heart’s suddenly pounding in your chest.
“Tell me what you’re doing,” he intones smoothly, your toes involuntarily curling at the cadence of his deep voice.
“Laying in bed,” you reply, far shorter of breath than you were moments ago.
“And what are you wearing?”
“My bra and underwear.”
“That’s too much. Take them off.”
Your sharp inhale is your only response, and though Aki’s normally hard-pressed to even suggest you do something on a regular day without getting a snarky response in return, your hands are like phantom limbs as you comply with his request.
“Are you naked now?”
You nod, only to belatedly realize he can’t see it, so you reply, “Yes.”
“Good girl.”
Your back arches upward from where you’re lying face up on the mattress, those two words catching you entirely off guard.
Aki’s the bane of your existence most days, for reasons your foggy brain can’t quite remember now that you’re naked and dripping wet to the husky sound of his unfairly attractive voice in a shitty hotel room in the middle of nowhere. You’ll certainly hate yourself for this later, for shamelessly imagining the slightly bored look on his stupidly handsome face as you spread your legs wide, exhaling shakily while running your fingers over your sensitive, peaked nipples.
But oh, if it’s an inappropriate orgasm the Lust Devil wants?
It’s what she’s going to get.
(And if you’re silently moaning now in anticipation at the thought of Aki fucking Hayakawa murmuring dirty things to you over the phone to get you off, nobody else needs to know that.)
“I like you like this,” he murmurs.
“Like what?” you ask, as if you don’t already know.
He chuckles.
—
You’re insufferable.
Absolutely, positively insufferable.
You live and breathe to make Aki’s job far more difficult than it needs to be, with your snappy, headstrong attitude and your penchant for nearly getting yourself killed on a regular basis.
But right now?
Right now, that’s the last thing on Aki’s mind. Because all of your bristled, sharp edges have gone pliant on the other end of the phone, your scathing, impatient remarks replaced by the sound of your heavily aroused, labored breathing.
“I bet you’re already soaked,” he says, shifting slightly from where he’s seated on his couch as he feels himself harden in his slacks at the thought.
“I'm dripping all over the sheets,” you admit.
He bites his fist.
“Touch yourself for me then.”
You don’t hesitate—he knows that because he can immediately hear the lewd, squelching sound of you starting to pump your fingers in and out of your wet hole.
“Slow down,” he chides, just to be a dick. He can’t let you off that easy, after all.
“Fuck you,” you pant out with a whine.
“Maybe if you behave,” he drawls, clicking his tongue. “How many fingers are you using?”
“Two.”
“Put in another.”
He hears a strangled moan fall from your lips.
“S’tight,” you whimper.
“How do you expect to take my dick then?” he asks, the words past his lips before he can stop himself.
There’s a slight choking sound from your end. “How would you fuck me, Hayakawa?”
“Aki,” he corrects you with a slight edge to his voice, not sure why he suddenly feels compelled to do so.
“How would you fuck me, Aki?”
His dick is straining painfully against his zipper now, a dark spot of precum staining the black fabric of his pants. He presses the heel of his palm against his throbbing shaft to relieve some of the pressure as he hears the damp slide of three of your fingers plunging in and out of your cunt.
“Till you’re begging me to come.”
You moan for him.
For him.
He’s fucked.
“Would you fuck my mouth to shut me up?” you breathe out, words hoarse.
“I bet you’d look so pretty choking on my dick.” More precum leaks through, and Aki’s muscles tense.
“Would I look pretty with your cum all over my face?”
His dick is so painfully hard it feels like it’s going to fall off.
Aki’s going to kill the fucking Lust Devil with his bare hands.
“You’re filthy,” he comments, hips rocking upward to no avail.
“Rude,” you exhale between a moan and a whimper, and he imagines the way you’re probably teasing your supple breasts while fucking yourself on your fingers right now.
“That was a compliment.”
“I haven’t even told you what I’m doing now,” you tease.
He raises an eyebrow, letting himself run his hand over his throbbing shaft briefly one more time. “What’s that?”
A loud, broken moan follows. “Using what’s dripping out of me to finger my ass.”
Oh.
He’s really fucked.
Aki bites his lower lip so hard he tastes blood as he resists the urge to furiously fist his cock.
“How many?” he croaks.
“One.”
“Give me two,” he nearly growls.
“I can’t—“
“Prep yourself for me. Two fingers.”
Aki’s fairly certain he’s never been so desperate to fuck anyone in his life as he is in this moment.
He hears you gasp and whimper as you slowly ease a second lubricated finger up your ass, knows it’s shoved all the way in by the sobbing moan that follows.
“Okay,” you whisper shakily.
“Good girl,” he says again, because he could tell what it did to you the first time.
You keen at the praise, and he hears as you resume playing with your pussy while plunging in and out of the tight ring of muscle between your cheeks at the same time.
“I’m close,” you sob.
“Come for me,” he tells you, like he’s not on the verge of an untouched orgasm himself.
“Wanna feel you come in my ass,” you whimper.
Aki’s helpless to hide his answering moan, the mental image sending him reeling. But it’s the sound of you crying out his name as you come that’s his undoing—
“AKI!”
The coil in Aki’s gut unfurls like a whip, white-hot pleasure washing over his body as he trembles with the force of his orgasm. Cum floods his boxers, his hot, sticky seed leaking all over his balls and soaking through the front of his slacks. He gives in and roughly grasps his cock through the damp material, riding out the aftershocks as cum drips along his inner thighs, belatedly realizing just how loudly he’s moaning right along with you.
Then it’s quiet for a moment, save for the sound of both of you breathing hard.
“Did you—“
“Text me the address of that motel. Now.”
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Late Night
Pairing: Aki Hayakawa x Fem!reader
Word Count: 5.5k
Content Warning: heavy nsfw, pet names , degradation, dry humping, praising, profanity, masturbation, choking
Synopsis: Whilst "finishing" some paperwork with your co-worker, things start to become a bit heated, and not just by arguing.
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18+ - Minors don’t interact.
Make sure you complete the remaining paperwork which is due by tomorrow and if not, then you’ll be working extra hours next week :) - Makima.
Fuck. You’ve been stuck in the Public Safety building all day, and even though there were several files to proof-read and store in the cabinets, you accomplished absolutely nothing for the last five hours. Sighing, you lazily prop yourself up from the black chair and walk to the illuminated window.
Nights like these, where the buildings shone iridescent colours of yellow and white, hearing people bustling around to get to their desired places and most of all, beginning to see the moon make its way up the cloudy sky, casting a dim but surreal light over the city, are what you couldn’t get tired of.
You seriously craved a break, considering you killed around twenty devils this week alone, a pay-rise is certainly needed for accomplishing that much. Placing your hand against the glass, you admire the atmosphere, purely wishing to escape this damned hell-hole and live a life at ease, just like those people down below.
"Quit fucking day-dreaming."
Oh, and him.
Aki Hayakawa, the absolute worst nightmare one could imagine. You only started working here around a month ago, but you already established how much of a prick he was. Ruthlessly cold and arrogant, Hayakawa wouldn't even bat an eye towards you whilst he was working alongside you.
Even when you were trying to get to know him and asked the simplest of questions such as: How long have you been working here? Do you have any hobbies outside of work? Favourite manga? He'd give incredibly dry responses like why do you need to know. It doesn't matter right now, can't you see we need to work? and I don't have time to read fucking nonsense.
At other times, he chose to scream at you if you unknowingly messed up the smallest amount. It was a distant memory, though his voice resounded within you deeply.
Two weeks ago, you and Aki were sent out by Makima to handle a cockroach fiend. You managed to kill it, but only through 100 rough swings, leading you to bleed excessively soon afterwards.
You didn’t even use the devil you had a contract with, which could have obliterated the target within seconds. Your co-worker, well higher-up technically, was mad. Incredibly mad.
“You’re so fucking stupid, thinking that you could beat the thing up just because it was a fiend. Why the hell did Makima employ you in the first place, and most importantly, why did she make me work with you.”
So he was going to be like that, huh. You figured at that point, there was no way you could approach him casually again, or else he'd act like an ass towards you. But at the same time, you couldn't wrap your head around the idea that he behaves like this all the time.
"Himeno, you've worked with that bastard, does he really always act so harsh?"
"Eh, I mean, so long as you don't push his buttons, then he's not too bad, why?"
"Well to be honest, I only see him as a cold-hearted bitch with no intent to at least try and get friendly, what's even the point in working with him? All he does is shout at your fucking face and expects you to do what he asks every single time, it pisses me off."
"If it makes you feel better, when the division went out for drinks a couple of months ago, Aki got totally hungover, couldn't even speak at all so I had to drop him off to his apartment. Funny thing is, he started spewing tons of bullshit, like how he felt the urge to fuck this girl he saw whilst walking to work and how sad he was because he barely receives female attention. Everyone was dying of course because of how insane he was acting. So, don't worry if he's being bitter towards you right now, he definitely has a certain side to him that's blind to the naked eye."
A certain side, sure. Clearly, there must be a side to him that no one has uncovered. A side that he's hiding because he doesn't want to be seen as weak or idiotic amongst his co-workers. He still has to remain at the top, maintaining the role of the most renowned devil hunter in the prefecture. If he slipped over, even once, he'd never make an appearance again because of the way people would change their entire perspective of him. Pathetic.
Through all of this though, one thing you'd definitely admit is that he has a striking appearance, slick dark hair done up in a top-knot, his uniform ironed to perfection and his body. Holy Shit. Okay, you might call him a prick most of the time, but sometimes, when you're feeling curious, you wonder how good he'd be in-
"Are you deaf, I asked you to stop zoning out.", you snap out of your daze and shudder, slowly turning around in order to see Aki's looming figure.
"My bad, I'm just tired, how come you're here?" , you mutter, genuinely wondering why he's here so late since everyone else has gone home.
"Makima told me to stay and check on you, since you're still new and what not. Seems to me you haven't done shit though during the last couple of hours, have you?"
Fuck no. You can't get into trouble with him again. There's no way you could deal with it this time round. You'd probably end up shouting the most incredulous stuff at him, like how shallow and brash he is towards you and even if you managed to slice a devil in front of his goddamn eyes, he'd still tell you to try harder next time ,making you feel like utter shit. Things like that couldn't be said out loud, so you figure it'd be best not to argue and instead just listen. But you don't.
"I haven't, so why don't you come and do something instead of just standing there so idly, if you think you're the best worker around here".
Aki grits his teeth and you could see, ever so slightly, that his left eye was twitching in frustration. It looks like he wants to say something, something that he usually wouldn't say. After what seems to be forever, He lets out a long sigh and replies "Fine. But for the record, I'll be informing Makima about the "work" you've completed today, don't even think you can get away with this, especially with me".
He strides to the desk, where you left all the papers to fill out and begins sorting them with ease. It was in this moment, where you wished for him and you to just get along, if he wasn't acting so impertinent. Maybe you'd actually enjoy being in his presence if he started being nice to you. Maybe, just maybe, if you rile him up a bit, he'll listen to you.
"And I'll inform her about how much of a self-centred bastard you are.", you retorted.
Aki cocks his head towards you, with a grimacing look on his face. You don't care though right now, focusing instead on what you want rather than giving in.
"Y'know how much of a pain in the ass it is to deal with hearing the same bullshit spewing out of your mouth on a daily basis? I fucking physically recoil whenever Makima tells me I have to work with you out of all people. And get this, even she says that you can be persistent with work at times, like a little try-hard."
That'll do the job, you're sure of it. You may have lied about the last part, but you were willing to go over the edge if you wanted Aki to budge. Instead though, there's a deadly silence in the room. Saying nothing at all, he just looks at you with those dark blue eyes of his. One minute goes by. Three minutes go. For fucks sake. It's been nearly five minutes but he still stares hard into you, making your entire body shiver in fear.
Shit, shit, shit. You realized that he'd probably tell the higher ups everything you've said to him, regardless if it was true or not. Not only that, but he'd tell your fellow co-workers, and they'd definitely despise you after that. Ah, working in the streets didn't seem so bad after all.
"Come here." Aki places the papers onto the desk, neatly stacking them and leaving it to the side. You remain still, unable to move an inch, afraid of the endless possibilities of what he'll do next.
"I said come here, you seriously can't hear a fucking word, huh." , he repeats, adjusting his blazer as he stands up.
You start making your way towards him, even though you might piss any minute because of how terrified you are. If anything, you'd rather cause an accident and make an excuse to leave instead of hearing whatever he has to say to you next. Once you finally approach him, he motions you to sit on the chair. He bends over slightly, and you can already smell the musky cologne blended in with cigarette smoke from him.
“Tell me, did you really mean everything you said?”, Aki questions, slowly placing a hand on your shoulder. Oh God. The touch of his palm alone sent a shiver through your entire body. You felt yourself blushing red, Jesus Christ , he was obviously going to catch on that you were unreasonably warm. Your mind felt hazy, but you had to keep talking or else there’d have been utterly no point in provoking him.
“Y-yeah, of course I meant every fucking word and what are you gonna do, tell your superiors that some random girl who you believe doesn’t do shit at work insulted you, like a coward? Go on then, see if I-” , your words are abruptly stopped as his hand shuts your mouth. Shit. It reeks of cigarette, but it feels oddly tender against your lips. You want to break free from his hold but right now, at this moment, you give in, slumping down.
"Listen, I don't fucking care whether you like me or not, in all fairness, I couldn't give two shits if you told Makima, because at the end of the day, I’m still your higher up, so even if you went around telling our entire goddamn division that I've been acting hasty towards you, chances of them actually caring are low as hell.", he sneers, his grip tightening around your mouth ever so slightly, but the sheer slightness made you wince, sinking you downwards on the chair.
In this position though, you came to realize how huge his hands are compared to your face and holy hell, his fingers. They were gracefully slender and oh, so intricate. Your mind began to wonder elsewhere, those unwanted thoughts slowly beginning to creep in.. you were helpless at this point. Aki let go, lightly tapping his foot whilst he waited for your response, but you were still immersed in your little fantasy, evident by the way your eyes were dozing off.
“Am I talking to a fucking dog right now, or are you just going to keep spacing out with that hideous look of yours.” Oops.
“Uh-huh, I mean- No, I heard you the first time.”
“Is that it? You’re not even going to apologize? After everything you’ve just said to me in the span of ten minutes.” Aki answers, his tone deeper than it was before. He straightens his already taut posture and glowers at you. Oh God.
There was something rather thrilling about seeing him so worked up about you, knowing that this was the first time you garnered so much attention from him. All other attempts of trying to at least hold a small conversation whilst you were partnered up with him never seemed to be successful. But now, now that you’ve finally got him under your control, he’s forced to take notice of you. You yearn for more.
“Apologize? Pft, I was speaking the truth, you scolding me isn’t going to do anything and quite frankly, I have friends in our division who are amusing and fun to be around. Unlike some people who think it’s okay to act like a bitch 24/7.”
His eyes widen but nevertheless, he keeps that cool, stoic composure. How much more did you have to say for him to snap? You ponder for a bit, trialling the different ways you could approach this situation in your head.
“So you’re going to be like that, chatting like a runt to me when you clearly don’t fucking understand who’s in charge here” , an enraged expression forming as he speaks, “ If I were you, I’d try and actually get some shit done if you don’t want to get fired, but it seems that everything I say to you goes through one ear and out the other.” Letting out a heavy exhale, he re-adjusts his blazer, trying so hard to keep his cool.
“A runt. Is that what you really see me as? Maybe this is why I choose not to listen to a fucker like you. I’ve worked my ass off this week, but you’d clearly know, wouldn’t you?” you insisted.
Aki chews his lips, fiddling with his fingers before remarking “I think, if you’re going to continue acting this way, you need some lessons retaught, I’m talking the basic principles since filth like you have no fucking clue what it means to respect those who are only trying to help.”
Stress mounts your head, “Help? Yeah, as if you’re helping me at all. What lessons do you even need to re-teach me anyways, I'm not a goddamn child.” What the hell was he going to explain to you, how to show some decent manners? Of course you knew that, for God’s sake.
Wasn’t it clear to him that you’re fed up with his antics, that you’re just trying to get him off the leash a little. This is gonna take so long. Way too long for your liking.
“Get over here then, and I’ll show you”, Aki tilts his head a bit, signalling you to come over with his finger as he walks to the desk.
You stroll with him, taking a peek at how neatly the papers are stacked on top of each other, and how they were arranged in alphabetical order. Wow. He certainly takes attention to detail seriously. You want to praise him all of a sudden, for how agile but engrossed he is with his tasks that weren't even meant to be assigned to him.
“Hey, did anyone ever mention how well you sort-”
Out of nowhere, you feel something seize the back of your head, shoving you onto the desk. You smack against the concrete wood and cry out in pain.
“Jesus, what the fuck are you doing”, you yell, shaking around frantically to try and loosen the ever-strengthening grip at the nape of your neck.
“Dirt doesn't deserve to be taught shit I realized, and you undoubtedly seem to be the dirtiest of them all. I don’t fucking know why I bother with lost causes these days, all they do is make my head writhe in disgust.” , he goads, digging his hands into your neck until it turns bright red. He’s cut access to air, rendering you unable to breathe properly. You struggle within his grasp, failing to break free. God, you were going to die right now in the most wretched way possible. But, the harder he latched onto you, the more you wanted to let out a-
“H-hah.” Oh. no.
“Oh? What was that, I didn’t quite catch you” , Aki chides, but you see a smirk beginning to form on his face. He fucking heard.
“I-I want you to let go of me, it fucking hurts like hell.”
“Really? It seems to me that you were enjoying being pushed around, or did I mishear that noise coming out of you”, he slowly began to release you but as he did , Aki angled your body, so that you were facing directly at him.
“God, please can you go, I’m already tired enough as it is.” And in distress. How on earth were you going to work with him again, after he heard you moan whilst fucking suffocating you. You can’t even register why you did that, you were on the verge of passing out, yet you couldn’t repress that disgusting sound coming out of your mouth.
“That’s not a good enough reason, and you didn’t even answer my question” he countered, narrowing his eyelids.
For fucks sake. This man was clearly going to push you on and on, to the point where he’d drive you mentally insane. You couldn’t even deny the allegations he hurled at you though, filling you with fervent anger.
“Okay, maybe I did fucking moan when you were choking me, but that doesn’t mean I felt good from it. If anything, I feel sickened by you. A bit traumatized even.”
“You’re a shit liar.”
His words bang in your head, making you feel unsteady. Those 4 words alone made you want to retch, he wasn’t buying into your games anymore. He most certainly wasn’t planning on feeding into them either.
You had 2 debilitating choices. Leave so you could get away from him, but ultimately you’d get nothing done and probably get fired. Or, you could stay, but you’d be suffering in the hands of your higher up, who was already giving you a fucking hard time.
No matter what though, everyone in your division would find out about what you did, and soon enough, it’d spread to the entire workforce.
You might as well just die at this point.
“I’d never lie, Aki. You’re a bastard, and I hope everyone finds out about your feeble antics”, you scowled at him, attempting to maintain your coolness so that you wouldn’t lash out like a feral cat again.
Aki looks at you, but doesn’t say anything. You wonder what’s going through his mind right now, whether he actually cares about what you’ve said or if he’s just trying to process the fact that you’re fucking crazy. You honestly couldn’t tell at this point.
Checking the time, it’s already gone past 1. Now it’s been 7 hours. You’ve roughly completed 25% of the work, but the 25% was Aki’s doing. Great.
“God, we’ve wasted so much time arguing, please can I just finish my assignment, you’ve done enough helping as it is”, you affirmed.
The throbbing pain in your head finally eased, so you managed yourself up, slowly but surely. It would have given you great joy if you passed out in front of Aki, the fucker would have realized how drained out you were. Flashes of black and white entered your periphery as you tried to regain vigour, exactly how long were you slammed down for… you didn’t have a clue. The last time you felt like this was when you accidentally snorted cocaine whilst peeking in your dad’s cupboard. That certainly was an interesting time.
“I’m gonna continue, thanks for helping I guess, and for the record, whatever happened here stays here. I think that’s a pretty solid plan, don’t you think?” , you propose as you sit down on the desk chair.
Aki moves closer, leaning his face in so that he can get a clearer view of you. You didn’t realize how tall he was, probably 6 feet, or more to be fair. The feeling of superiority lingered between you both whenever you worked alongside one another. Though he was your higher-up, even if he was an average colleague or loosely something along those lines, you’d still feel like a fucking ant compared to him.
“Nah. I think I have a better idea in mind.” , Aki muses, his navy eyes piercing into you yet again. This time though, there was no hint of distaste or pure hatred coming from them like they used to. It seemed there was a hint of compassion and even, you refused to believe it, a trace of lust. Lust. There was no way that Aki had any intention of doing anything of the sort with you, considering the terms you were on with him currently were not great. Although… The smallest thought lingers through your mind;
Maybe he does want to fuck me
Another thought races into you;
And I want to fuck him.
Ah shit. As much you hated to confess, your love life wasn’t exactly exceptional. Occasional hook-ups, sure. The ones that you got into though, were boring and mundane. You couldn't even remember the last time you had a one night stand with someone, one, no, two years ago. It was heart-breaking. When you first started working at Public Safety, you knew it’d be best to cast your concerns of romance aside, it was an issue to deal with another day.
Now… maybe this could be your chance. Your chance of finally satisfying that unkempt desire burning deep within you. What you were about to do was ludicrous but fuck it, you only lived once. Heart pounding erratically, your hand traces up his shirt and to his collar.
Seizing him, you murmur “Oh really, what kind of idea?”, pulling him closer to your face. Rubbing his chin, you whisper into his ear “If I were to guess, I think your so-called idea is fucking me right here, right now.” You can feel Aki’s neck suddenly become more heated, and you can’t help but grin.
He slaps your hand away. “I-I don’t know what you’re talking about, just shut up. I’ve had enough of this, I’ll tell Makima to give you an extension or something.”, Aki stutters, his face becoming flustered so much that he turns away. He starts making his way towards the door, ready to unlock it and leave.
You can tell how agitated and disoriented he is, by the way he fumbles the keys out of his blazer pocket and the uncoordinated movement of his legs.
No.
After all of this, you can’t just have him leave you. You’d be so fucking embarrassed if you turned up to work tomorrow and saw him again, after all the things you said and did to him. It’d permanently haunt your mind as long as you continued working here. You rise up and hurry to him. Grabbing Aki, you turn him around and shift his focal point towards you.
“Look at me Aki, please, I can already tell how frustrated you are by all of this. By me. I’m sorry for all the bullshit I’ve said to you, but I can’t tell what you want from me. One minute, you’re yelling at me because I’m apparently not doing my job correctly, and the next you shut your mouth and refuse to even acknowledge my presence. Just tell me what you want.”, you insisted, narrowing your eyes at him.
He stays mute, yet again.
Beginning to lose hope, you mutter “See you tomorrow then.” and start heading back to your desk to try and complete the paperwork that was supposed to be finished hours ago.
Out of nowhere, you feel something grip your arm, making you stop dead in your tracks. It was Aki’s hand.
“I hate you. I hate you so fucking much” , he states, tightening his hold on you.
“Well no shit, I figured so why don’t you just le-” , your words are halted as his lips press onto yours, begging for you to indulge in this moment.
His tongue slips into your mouth, whirling around your inside. Fuckk. You can’t help but groan, it was so sudden, yet you felt so good. Craving for more, you push his head further in, so that his tongue drives itself deeper into your throat. Oh God. You were struggling to breathe, but if he wanted to play like this, you’d do the exact same. You force your sloppy tongue inside him, exploring the crevices of his mouth. The sweet taste of him made you twitch, it was other-worldly. Aki pushes you against the wall hurriedly, so desperate for more. Pulling away from him, you catch a few breaths, wiping the sweat that was already forming on your face. Wow. Aki’s hands cup your face and you hear him mumble
“And y’know what else I hate? I hate that you’re so fucking addicting. It hurts my dick every night.”
What.
“The hell do you mean by that? I- please elaborate.” you stumble upon your words, attempting to process what Aki just said to you.
He raises his voice ,“You heard me. Ever since you stepped foot into this damn building, I couldn’t stop thinking about you. The way you strolled to Makima’s office without a care in the world, and spoke with such transparency even though you knew no one, made me fucking envious. I simply despised the way you were being praised and held so highly by everyone, and you hadn’t even been here for a week.”
Your face plasters with shock. Aki, Aki Hayakawa, the most esteemed devil hunter at Public Safety, was jealous of you. Despite how slightly amused you were hearing that from him, your mind was mixed with confusion and chaos. He still didn’t explain what he meant by those last words he uttered.
“I get that, well, most of it since I really can’t comprehend why you out of all people would be so irritated with me. After all, you’re the most driven individual at work, how could I get in the way of anything?”, you implore, running your hand down his silken face. Aki pursed his lips, turning the faintest pink and looked down.
“What did you mean by those last words too? Or was it just in the moment.” God, you seriously intended for it be some shitty prank, it sounded demented coming out of his mouth.
He glanced back up at you, smiling slyly as he took your hand and began kneading your fingers.
“Oh, I wasn’t lying. You have such an alluring figure and fuck, those lips of yours. So pink and luscious. I wanted to savour you so badly, every single day. Every goddamn day, as soon as I arrived home, I headed to the bathroom and stroked my dick relentlessly whilst I thought about you undressing, sucking me off, all sorts of obscene shit. I came so much, so much to the point where I was in pain. It hurt that I couldn’t approach you because you joined Kishibe’s division and not mine. It hurt that you managed to shit talk every guy you stumbled upon, but not me. And most of all, it hurt that even if I did attempt to speak to you, I’d shy away, afraid of messing up my chances.”
“Chances of what?”, cocking your eyebrow at him. Everything he was saying to you, it was definitely surprising but holy shit, you couldn’t get enough of the fact that you directly consumed his mind. It felt electrifying, knowing that he pleasured himself because of you. And God, that sultry grin of his. It’s as if he wanted you to give in, solely wanting you to get on with it. You wanted to as well, but curiosity got the best of you this time round.
Aki clasped your shoulders and whispered into your ear ,
“Of making you mine.”
The sonorous intonation made you quiver with delight. His hot breath trailed down your skin, squeezing your legs as the sensation tingled throughout your entire body. Dear God.
Pure adrenaline entrails you and within seconds, you shove him onto the chair and propped yourself on his lap. You catch a glimpse of his arm making its way up to your waist, clutching your hip. He’s seriously desperate for this. For you.
“Tell me Aki, do you really need me?” , you muse, brushing his bangs away so you could get a better look at those divine sapphire eyes. They reminded you of the ocean at night, the waves hitting the coastline ever so softly, but its next moves were unpredictable. The wave could either be calm, or surge with malice. Aki was the exact same. So perplexing he was, you wished to uncover each sophisticated layer of him, no matter how long it took.
“Yeah, I do need you, so fucking badly. I crave for every single inch of you, I want to be inside you”., his voice is strained, trying so hard to hold back.
“How much Aki, hmm” , you begin grinding on his crotch, pressing your hands onto his chest for balance. He was needy, and you were going to make him ever more so. Quickening your pace, your body worked into him harder, feeling his bulge throbbing beneath you. It already felt so huge, fuck, it was exhilarating. You’d never felt this aroused before, not like the other times. He didn’t even have to do anything, but you could already feel your panties dampening at the sheer sight of him screwing up in libido.
“Hn-ngh, so, so much, f-fuck, too fast, you’re going way-”
“A-Aki, you wanted this, right”, your hands enfold the back of his head, bending in to smother succulent licks down his neck.
“Of course I do, a-at least let me touch you, I wanna make you feel high, so high that you cum for me as much as I did for you.”
“A-ah, please, please touch me Aki. Fuck me up so badly that I can’t even breathe after we’re done.” , you purr, frantically moaning out as the friction between his fully erect dick and your soaked clit rises.
That does it for him. Those vulgar words slurring out of those seemingly innocent lips, the way that you arched your back whilst dry-humping him, God, he was ready to do this all night. Ready to strip you down and fuck you senseless, that you’re only calling out his name whilst you’re at your tipping point. Even if his cock was aching to fill you up, he wanted to take his time, focusing on each intricate part of you that he’d be fantasizing about for so long.
It happens so fast, too fast that you couldn’t even fathom what he’d do next. He’s untucking your shirt, lifting it up and planting small pecks on your stomach. His warm touch on your bare skin alone was enough for you to squirm. He wasn’t done though. Far from it.
His hands reach to your bra, and it’s as if he’s skilled in this profession. Unclipping it swiftly, he tosses it onto the floor, taking no time to fondle your tits, stroking circles around.
“D’you like this? Tell me you like this baby.” Aki pants, seeing your face blossom with pleasure as his thumbs press into your breasts fervently.
“Y-yeah, I do, need more, hah, so much more.”, your pupils shimmering with intense desire at him.
“Beg for me then. If you don’t, you aren’t getting fucked. Simple.”
Right. This was payback for much you toyed with him, but you’re too caught up in the moment to even care.
“Aki, please-” , he pinches your nipples, twisting them as you squeal out in pain.
“It’s Sir, already forgetting how to address your higher ups?”
“F-fuck, Aki sir, I only crave you. Your touch. Your voice. Give me all of it, please.”
"Oh hell yeah, been waiting to mess you up for so fucking long.” , his formal tone fully leaves him, though he honestly couldn’t have given two shits whether or not he sounded professional anymore. Aki was already overwhelmed with all the work he had to finish, particularly this one.
Sticking his tongue out, he proceeded to your left breast, dragging his hands down to your hips. Rolling it against your tit, you convulsed within his touch. His mouth was skilled, way too skilled for your liking. Saliva trailing between your nipple and his mouth as he released, a smug grin formed on his face.
“God Aki , you're so good, so fucking good” , you whimper, digging your nails into his back skin.
“Y-yeah, this isn't enough for me though, not in the slightest" Aki says through harsh breaths, moaning at how brash you scratch his back.
He returns to suck on your right tit, this time with incessant movement, making sure he feels how hard it's becoming. You could tell how desperate, how frustrated he was. He wanted you for so long, yet he waited until you gave the call. This only made you wetter.
"Ha-, fuck Aki , I'm gonna-"
You feel your underwear slick with cum and pant heavily. Aki notices and wastes no time to unbutton your trousers and throw them aside.
You're embarrassed. If you were aware of the events that would occur today, then you could have put in a little bit more effort with what you were wearing underneath. Your underwear wasn't even laced either, they were pink. And striped.
"Shit- I swear I don't wear these all the time.." , you mutter.
"Honestly, I couldn't care less, you've already coated them with your juices”, he tugs you and leans in to mumble
“Now I can finally have a taste of you.”
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*₊˚⋆ ˚｡⋆♡˚ one more song.
˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ aki hayakawa x fem! reader. no cw, fluff piece. ଘ(੭ˊᵕˋ)੭ ੈ♡‧₊˚
i wanted this to be short and sweet >__< i hope you all like regardless!
thinking about domestic bliss with aki... a red circle on the calendar. a little doodle of a broom. cleaning day.
he starts bright and early, always getting up before you but only because he insists on you getting those extra 30 minutes. by the time you get up, he has coffee brewed just the way you like it and a light breakfast. wouldn't want you getting sluggish. if you took a nap, he wouldn't be able to resist cuddling up to you and taking a snooze as well.
you divide and conquer when it comes to the chores but you always find your way back to each other through music. set aside the duster. put away the mop. he slides his arm so smoothly around your waist, his hand at the small of your back pulling you in nice and close. your hands find each other, fingers lacing together as the two of your sway to the comforting melodic tunes from the other room.
you bury your head in the crook of his neck, drawing in a deep breath and indulging yourself in the intoxicating scent of his cologne blended with his brand of cigarettes. he smells more like home than your shared living space ever could.
aki kisses your forehead quietly. it doesn't matter that the bathroom was halfway done or that the mirror had windex streaks from top to bottom. he can get to that in a minute. he just needs to hold you, to move with you and enjoy this simple bliss. you rustle against him, murmuring against his skin that you should get back to it. his hand at your back is firm as he mumbles in return, "just until this song is over." so you dance with him, not noticing when one song ends and the other begins...
as hard as it is, the two of you part, knowing it won't be long before he embraces you one more time... and then another... each time kissing to your skin, "one more song."
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CW: AFAB reader, use of term girlfriend, use of pet names baby and pretty boy, oral (f on m), pearl necklace finish, cum eating. Aki takes a photo of you covered in his cum, you two almost get caught by Denji and Power. Mentions of food. Aki smokes at the end.
A/N: x reader drabble/fic inspired by Aki's anime debut! quickly proofread 😅
It’d been a long day…
Aki had spent all afternoon hunting devils and fiends and now all he wanted was a long bath and dinner…
Denji and Power were arguing in the living room when he got home, adding to his growing headache. Once he had settled the dispute and went to fill the bath, he felt his phone vibrate in his pants pocket.
It was a text from you.
“Coming over in 20, is that okay?”
“Sure. Just getting into the bath.”
“Perfect.”
Aki had changed into comfortable grey sweatpants and a loose cotton top after the bath, brushing through his damp hair and staring into the mirror.
This most recent devil hunt had left him with a tiny cut across his cheek and knocked him on his butt more than once. He’d likely need some ibuprofen later.
Sighing, he exited out the bathroom and heard a familiar sound: your voice.
In the living room, you were sitting on the floor next to Denji and Power, listening to another one of Denji’s stories while Power messily put your hair into buns. Aki laughed to himself. Just like a real family.
“If you don’t mind, I’d like to steal my girlfriend for a few minutes~”
“No fair!!!!” Power belted out, grabbing the last hair tie from the coffee table and securing the second bun. “Twas us here first!”
Denji crossed his arms and nodded. “I’m not done with my story yet.”
“Too bad.”
Aki walked over, grabbing your hand and helping you up, then turning to Denji.
“Can you guys go get us some snacks and drinks? That convenience store next to Family Burger? Kobeni should be working too if you want to grab burgers.”
Fishing out his wallet, he handed Denji cash for everything. “Don’t spend that on stupid stuff.”
“Oiiiiii!” Denji frowned, grabbing the cash. “I’m not a total blockhead.”
Power lunged for the cash as well, missing it by a few seconds. “Lemme hold some!!! Denji’s gonna order weird food!!!”
“Will not!”
“Will too!!”
“Will not!”
“Will too!!”
Aki put a hand on each of their shoulders, pushing them towards the apartment door. “Whatever you do, come back with 2 drinks, snacks, and burgers for us. Please.”
When Denji and Power finally exited, the apartment was eerily quiet, the only sound the wind blowing softly through the nearby curtains.
“Now that we’re alone…” Aki began, glancing over at you.
You interrupted, grinning. “Bedroom?”
He nodded, lips pursed in a half-smile and hands shoved into his pockets, trying to hide his already growing erection.
Rushing forward, you hopped up a little to throw your arms around his neck and pulled him down into a kiss, feeling his hands immediately grab for your chest and waist. He tucked his fingers under your shirt with a soft moan, kneading your breast with the other.
Aki had always been a man of few words—he preferred to let his actions speak—but you had convinced him to be more open and more vocal for you.
When no one else was around, he had the cutest moans~~
“How—“ “Was—“ “Work—“ You got out in between kisses, walking backwards clumsily into his bedroom while he shut the door. Breaking the kiss, Aki panted softly, turning the side lamp on. “Nothing special. I’m sore as hell though.” Rubbing his butt, he gave you a sad look, like a wet kitten left outside in a storm.
“Ohhh, do you need some help?? Making it better?~” You teasingly pouted too, nodding as he nodded back. “Lay down on the bed and I can help~”
Climbing onto the covers, Aki laid down, crossing his arms so he could rest his head on top of them as you straddled over his legs. Setting your hands on his lower back, you rubbed gently, focusing on the small of his back and moving down slowly.
As you approached his butt, Aki let out small groans, wincing at the pain and tense muscles. Grabbing handfuls of each cheek, you massaged slowly through the fabric, watching his shoulders gradually relax as the soreness finally melted into pleasure.
Laying down fully on top of him, you smiled, kissing his shoulder. “Better?”
“Much~”
Rolling over, Aki deposited you onto the covers, making you squeal as you almost fell off the edge. “Hey!!!!”
He grinned, turning onto his back and looking up at you. His sizable package was now outlined perfectly in his grey sweats, practically begging you to grab it through the material.
“I know what you’re doing, Hayakawa~”
“And what is that?”
You sighed, rolling your eyes slightly and tugging at his waistband.
“Is it working?~” He smirked, holding your gaze.
“Yes… Shut up and let me work.”
Climbing off the bed, you got on your knees, hair already tied back from Power’s work earlier. Aki moved to the edge, draping his legs over and quietly watching as you pulled down his pants, lifting his hips to help.
Reaching towards his cock, you rubbed gently, glancing up in time to see Aki’s face flushing all the way up to his ears. Pulling down his boxers, you freed his cock and immediately cupped his balls gently, massaging them as you kissed his thighs.
“We don’t have too long before Denji and Power will be back, so I’ll make it quick, yeah?”
You mouthed along his length, giving warm licks over the veins and flushed pink-brown head, humming softly when a few pearly beads of precum leaked from the tip.
“You got all worked up today, baby…” You cooed. “Let me take care of you.”
Whining, Aki leaned onto his elbows, head thrown back in pleasure as his cock disappeared into your mouth. Clenching his thighs to calm down, Aki took deep breaths as you began bobbing slowly up and down his length.
The sensation was overwhelming.
Pulling away, you gripped him with your hand, stroking gently with the mix of spit and pre as lube.
“Are you okay? Do you need me to stop?”
He shook his head, cheeks flushed bright red as he breathed hard. “No. I can take it. Just need to focus.”
“It’s okay, you know, if you come fast. We can always try more after Power and Denji go to bed~”
“You do feel so good…” He paused a moment, then shook his head. “I need to work on it. I wanna make it last.”
You smiled, nodding and stroking gently. “You’re such a pretty boy~ I’m lucky to be yours. Lucky you care so much.”
Letting out a soft moan, Aki leaned forward to pet your hair, tucking his fingers into one of your hair buns as you went down on him once more.
The warmth of your mouth around his cock was overwhelming again, but he felt like he could take it this time, breathing through the sensation and focusing on the rhythm you set.
He closed his eyes and lost himself in you, leaning backwards onto the bed, letting out small grunts and whines of pleasure, utterly entranced.
When your jaw hurt and you needed air, you pulled away, panting hard as Aki sat up, gripping his own cock.
“C-can I finish on you?”
Eyes going wide, you nodded. “Just a sec.”
Stripping off your top and bra, you pushed your breasts together, wiggling your hips. “All yours~”
Aki chuckled at your instant reaction, then set a quick pace, punching himself into his tight grip, punctuating each slick stroke with a deep grunt and soft whimper. You held your breath, listening to the wet sounds of Aki’s hand in the silent room, wishing that the sound was him inside you instead.
Before long, he reached his peak, decorating your chest with warm splashes of his cum, breath running ragged as he loudly moaned your name over and over again.
Picking up one of the trails with your finger, you popped it into your mouth, looking directly at Aki. His softening cock twitched and he whined, begging for mercy. Shuffling forward, still on your knees, you pulled Aki into a kiss, letting him taste himself on you.
He pulled back, fingers trailing across your jaw. “I’ll go get a washcloth. Just a minute.”
“Take your time~” You smiled, glancing down at the pretty picture of yourself and how Aki had claimed you.
“Want a pic first though… You look so pretty.”
Aki grabbed his phone from the nightstand and snapped a pic, quickly sending it to his “hidden” folder.
“I’ll be right back, then we can—“
Aki heard someone’s keys jingling outside the door and got up quickly, rushing you out to the bathroom before Power and Denji could see. Pulling his sweatpants up, he walked to the window and shoved his head outside to cool down in the evening air.
Maybe they wouldn’t notice how he looked like he had ran a marathon. Definitely didn’t just get his soul sucked out of his dick. Definitely not.
WAIT.
SHIRT.
Your clothes were still laying on his bedroom floor. Somehow the door was still locked, as neither Power nor Denji could remember which key went to the apartment.
Aki made a mad dash for his room, scooping up the clothing items and running back to the bathroom, opening the door and tossing them in without a word.
The bathroom door shut again just as the key finally slotted into the front door, Denji and Power returning with arms full of shopping and food bags.
“I told you it was that one from the start, foolish mortal!”
“You tried like 5 other keys before that one, smelly demon!”
“Lies!!!!”
Aki leaned out the windowsill again, having grabbed his cigarettes and lighter from the counter, acting nonchalant as his housemates returned and dumped everything on the kitchen table.
“Oi! Aki! We’re back.” Denji glared over, gesturing to the food on the table.
Power glanced back and forth across the room. “Where’s your friend?”
“Bathroom.”
Denji gave a toothy grin. “If she doesn’t get out here soon, I may just eat her burger too.”
“Don’t you dare!!!” Aki put his cigarette out on the windowsill, coming back inside to the chaos awaiting him, the taste of tobacco and your kiss still on his tongue.
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KINKTOBER-AKI HAYAKAWA/FREE SPACE
pairing: aki hayakawa x reader
warnings: 18+. spanking.choking. p in v. fingering. oral (f!receiving). female anatomy. slight praise kink. multiple positions. drunk sex. drinking. smoking. slight rough sex.
notes:how is this my first time writing for him and this is the longest thing i’ve ever written? please. also if it’s ooc im sorry. and i finished this at 1am so don’t come for me with the end.
word count-> 2k
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“Here.” You say throwing the pack of cigarettes at your roommate, Aki. He had come home from work moments ago, and you’d realized you’d forgotten to do the one thing you’d promised him…buy him a new pack of beer and cigarettes. He’d gotten a little pissed, which wasn’t unlike him after a shitty day at work as a Devil Hunter, so you let it slide.
Mostly because you so conveniently drank the last beer in the fridge, so you’d had to run to the corner store for both.
“Thanks." Aki said, taking the cigarettes and beer. He looked at you with his normal stoic expression, yet his dark eyes held a flicker of gratitude.
"Sorry I got so pissed before. I had a rough day.” He looks over at you. Your hair is down today and you look really good. He thinks you always look good. Your figure, the way you dress just a little bit revealing. He thinks you do it on purpose to drive him crazy. You’d had sex before, the perks of having a hot roommate, but it had only been a few drunken nights…much like this one.
“It’s cool. I’m sorry I forgot. My memory’s kind of on the fritz lately.” You say, taking a beer and settling down next to him on the couch.
"Yeah, whatever. I’m over it ." Aki says, taking the beer from you. His attention seems to be locked on you, he can't help but stare at your lips. The way they pout ever so slightly. “Let’s just forget about it." He adds, looking away.
“Alright. Deal.” You say, smiling at him. You turn the TV on to some random show and you both sit in comfortable silence watching TV and drinking beers, you make it through the pack quite quickly.
Eventually, Aki grabs his cigarettes and stands up, walking outside towards the balcony for a smoke. You follow behind him.
Aki lights a cigarette, and watches you as you walk towards him, your hips swaying slightly. He can't help but admire the way your body moves. You’ve got such a great body, he thinks to himself.
"Can’t believe you’re drunk already” He says, taking a drag.
“And you’re not?”
“I’m not as much of a lightweight as you." He says. He takes another drag from his cigarette and looks at you.
You giggle slightly, “That’s true.” You take a step towards him, a slight sway in the way you walk thanks to the affects of alcohol. “I think you like me when I’m drunk though.” You tease.
"Maybe." He says, his voice low and husky. His eyes are locked onto yours, admiring the way they sparkle under the dim light of the balcony.
He takes another drag from his cigarette, watching as smoke billows around you.
You wave your hand in the smoke, willing it to disappear. “I think I’m a fun drunk.” You say with a cute little pout.
"Yeah, you're fun." He says, his voice a little deeper from the affects of the booze. “As long as you don’t puke on me." He says, with a slight chuckle, taking another drag from his cigarette, the tip glowing red in the darkneses.
“Hey!” You yell, swatting his arm. “That was one time.” You say in defense. With a playful grin you lean against the balcony railing. The cool breeze brushing against your face.
“I'm kidding." He says, with a smug smile. “Let's go back inside." He takes another drag from his cigarette and then stubs it out on the railing of the balcony.
You follow him inside, the glow of the TV illuminating the room. You lean against the kitchen counter, watching as he grabs another beer from the case.
“Want another?” He asks, extending a beer filled hand to you.
You hop up on the counter, opening your beer and taking a sip. “See, I think you’re trying to get me even more drunk.” You tease, a playful smile graving your lips. “Cause you like me drunk.”
"Maybe." He says, shrugging. He steps closer to stand directly in front of you, looking you up and down as you sit on the counter. He looks in your eyes for a second, before leaning up to grab a bag of chips from the cupboard behind your head. His shirt slightly lifts and your eyes trail along his stomach, admiring his physique.
“Like what you see?" He, asks catching you staring, his voice low. He takes a chip from the bag and pops it into his mouth, watching you closely.
The tension between you is palpable. “Maybe I do.” You shrug. He takes a step closer, setting the bag of chips down next to you. You instinctively spread your legs apart, giving him access to step between them.
“You’re drunk.” He says, leaning in to whisper in your ear. His voice is low and husky and the rich tones make your body shiver.
“So what if I am?”
“Well, if you're drunk, then maybe you don't care."He moves closer to you, your bodies slightly touching. One of his hands reaches resting on your thigh, just barely above the hem of your shorts. “Maybe you want me too."
“Want you to what?” You ask, feigning innocence.
You can feel the heat from your bodies emanating between you. Electricity funnels through you both, a magnetic pull of your bodies. Aki’s hand moves higher up your thigh, closer to the heat between your legs. “Do things that we shouldn't be doing right now."
You suck in a breathe as his hand moves higher and your heartbeat picks up. Your gaze falls from his eyes to linger on his lip before you’re looking back at his eyes again. You say nothing, the electricity surging through your body renders you momentarily speechless.
Aki senses this as his hand finally stops to rest at your hips. He leans in to whisper in your ear, “Do you want me to kiss you?”
All you can do is bite your lip and nod as he leans in to brush his lips against yours. His hands tighten on your waist, pulling you closer to the edge of the counter. He presses his lips to yours in a long lingering kiss, he pulls away to look at you. He smirks at the hunger he can see in your eyes before he leans in to kiss you again.
This kiss is deeper, his tongue traces the edges of your lips seeking permission to enter before sliding inside.
He pulls away slightly, his piercing blue eyes looking through you as a smirk grows on his face. “You taste like beer.”
“So do you.” You say, breathless and eager. You lean in brushing your lips against his again. He pulls you closer, his lips pressing against yours in a hard rough kiss. A kiss filled with hunger, and intense desire.
Aki’s hands navigate the curves of your body, until he finds the hem of your shirt, pulling it off over your head. He admires your body for a second before he’s kissing you again. Your hands travel up his back, gliding your fingertips over his muscles until you reach his hair, gently tugging at the dark strands.
His hands move to your waistband, undoing the button and zipper with quick movements. He pulls your shorts and panties off. Exposing that beautiful sight of your naked pussy. You spread your legs further, and it’s like a beacon calling to him. “Fuck you’re so wet..." he murmurs before he’s down on his knees and diving in, his tongue tracing the outline of your lips.
You let out a soft moan, tugging his hair as he licks and sucks at your heat. His hands grip the flesh of your ass, holding you steady as he devours you. “Fuck…taste so good.” He says, tasting the sweetness of your juices that mingle with the taste of beer on his tongue.
He’s intoxicated. Your taste mixed with the pretty little moans that escape your lips as you tug his hair, is driving him insane. His fingers slip inside you, moving in rhythm with his tongue.
You rut your hips up, chasing more of his tongue as you clench around his fingers. He smiles slightly against your skin, before his tongue is flicking at your clit. He thrusts his fingers deeper, hitting that sweet spot that causes you to moan louder.
“Aki…F-fuck…gunna cum.”
“Cum for me." He murmurs against your skin. His fingers move faster, his tongue whipping around your clit. He can feel it happening, the way your body tenses up, the way you moan his name over and over again. “That’s right..." he says as you explode around him, your juices dripping down his face and covering his fingers.
He pulls back slightly, looking at the mess he's made of you. The way your pussy glistens is amazing. He leans in again, licking up every last drop of your cum from your body. His tongue traces along your sensitive parts, making you gasp and arch into him.
“Aki, please…” You beg, all you can think about now is how bad you want him inside you. He leans in to kiss you, you can taste yourself on his tongue.
"Please what?" He whispers, his hands tracing up your thighs. His eyes are locked onto your body, the way you're shivering under his touch. The thought of being inside you now is driving him crazy. “Fuck you?" he asks, his eyes gleaming with mischief. "I can do that.”
You reach down, helping him to take his pants off as your lips meet again. “So fucking eager.” He groans against your lips as his cock springs free. His hands grip your ass, pulling you against him as his cock slowly sinks inside you.
Soft groans escape him as he feels your gummy walls tighten around his cock, the feeling is almost too intoxicating.
“Best fucking pussy. God, feels so good.” He pulls out almost completely before slamming back in again, each stroke hitting that sweet spot inside you that makes your entire body shiver with pleasure. “Ahh fuck, love this pussy so much.” He moans again, his hips moving faster now. His hands grip your thighs, holding you steady.
He groans again, his thrusts becoming more erratic. The way your pussy clings to him, the sound of your bodies slapping together, it’s almost too much for him. It’s taking everything in him not to cum right there.
"I can't...fuck..." He pulls out suddenly, leaving you feeling empty and needy. “Get down and turn around.”
You oblige, bending over and spreading yourself open for him. He admires your ass, round and firm begging for his touch before he gives it a good slap. Causing you to cry out in pleasure and pain.
He steps closer thrusting inside you from behind, unable to control his movements. His hands grip your hips again, holding you steady as he fucks you hard moving you in sync with his rhythm. He slaps your ass again, admiring the handprint left behind.
“Fuck, come here.” He says turning you around again, he lifts you up with ease and carrys you to the couch. Laying you down and lining himself with your entrance again, he thrusts inside you again. His hips move faster, his cock hitting your service everytime he enters your lush walls.
He comes down to kiss you again, trailing his lips down your body before taking a hard nipple into his lips. His tongue moves around the bud and it causes your moans to become louder. You rut your hips up into his, your nails digging into his back as his thrust become more erratic.
He can feel something start to boil inside him, a coil in his stomach ready to explode. “C-can’t hold on much longer…gunna cum.”
“Cum inside me Aki, fill me all the way up.” You moan, breathlessly in his ear. Those words alone cause him to let go, as he shoots his seed inside you, filling you up.
He rides his orgasm out, before collapsing on top of you. You both lay breathless and sweaty.
After awhile he leans up on his hands above you, kissing you on the forehead and looking in your eyes.
You take a deep breath. Carding your fingers through his hair, stifling a giggle. “Told you that you liked me when I was drunk.”
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title: Y/N and her boys [sneak peek]
pairing : Upper classman/popular kid!Gojo Satoru x F!reader, Exchange student!Eren Jaeger x F!reader, MMA Fighter/Celebrity!Ryomen Sukuna x F!reader, Childhood Bestfriend!Aki Hayakawa x F!reader, Varsity football player!Itoshi Rin x F!reader (use of she/her pronouns)
Genre: Alternate Universe-University setting, romance, fluff, angst (if you squint), slice of life, drama, all cliche romance genres unite! (Based on the Manhwa, Bunny and her Boys)
Summary: Y/N’s denied the existence of pretty boys and god forbid she’d ever end up dating one yet with one horrid break-up, she decides that relationships aren’t just meant for someone stupid like her but the problem is — five of them suddenly appear and god, why does it seem like they can’t get enough of her?
General warning for the story: mild sexual content, cliche tropes (help), mahito is his own warning, minor character death, mentions of depression, a lot of second-hand embarrassment from y/n's part (shes not a cool girl, SHE IS A BUBBLING MESS AND THATS OK <33), insecurities, bullying, and mentions of cheating
Notes: english isn't my first language! (dont judge me) this multi-chaptered story will probably be 20-30 chapters (idk) in ao3. you can totally tell this story is rooted from self-indulgence LMFAO. Im not sure if i should cross post it but im leaning towards ao3 more either ways, can't wait to release this on friday!
also can u guess who she ends up with :P rb’s are appreciated yay FULL VERSION IS RIGHT HERE!
SNEAK PEAK
“Maybe…Maybe we should break up.”
There's another round of silence between you two, and you know that you can’t exactly take it back anymore since you had said it loud and clear, “Woah, woah, I told you I wasn’t with Misa.” his voice turns louder, and the background noises are good as gone as if he had left the noisy place, “Where are you? I’m coming to get you-”
“I said,” you try to control the stammering of your voice, trying to avoid the stares of the people who cast odd glances, “We’re done. I don’t want to see or hear from you again.” and before he could let another excuse out of his mouth, you end the call. It is only now that you notice how your legs have been quivering and your mouth has gone dry, seemingly like a pup who had just been born and trying to walk. You lose your footing and sit down on the dirty pavement.
No tears were shed at that very moment, probably because you were only stupefied, and it was written clearly on your face that this wouldn’t be something you’d recover anytime soon. Heck, you couldn’t even grasp the idea entirely that someone you’ve been friends with for years and, eventually, a lover would do that to you.
Was it as easy as a snap of a finger?
“Miss? Miss?” someone calls out, but it only bounces back to him like an echo in a cave. You remain still, eyes blinking rapidly while the rest of your face is slack. Everyone around you continued to move, but you remained there like a decorated statue.
“Miss? Christ, you’re about to be–” the husky voice also stops, and it’s only now that you look up to find a man. He seems stocky but, simultaneously, smaller, as if he didn’t want to come off as intimidating when he maintained eye-to-eye contact.
He is incongruous with everyone who walks by since he desperately tries to hide his features with a baseball cap and a dark face mark. The only thing you can see are strands of his bleached hair, his eyes that resemble the sunshine that peeked through the glasses of whiskey, and the swirls of ink becoming visible underneath his coat when he stretches out his arm.
If this were any other day, you’d run in the opposite direction because he looked like an unscrupulous loan shark, but your body remains in a state of unknown fatigue that you just wanted to stay still.
You watch as his face softens, the lines on his forehead somewhat disappearing when he watches the color bleed from your face. “...Alright…” he stops, squinting as he crouches to your level. His thick thighs encompass the rough expanse of his straight jeans, and you wondered if he had been an athlete or something. Aside from his built, his presence was rather invigorating, “oh…” he continues, “Sorry, you-uh…” The confidence he had to throw you off is gone like the evening dust as he motions his index finger up and down his face.
At that moment, you feel something wet running down your cheek. It seemed like the waterworks were late.
You didn’t want to be a pity party in front of anyone, and you’d expect there to be only bystanders, not ‘good samaritans’.
You sniffled, violently wiping the tears away as you felt your ribs were too tight when you took one long breath, “I’m fine…” you respond monotonously.
Who were you even fooling?
“Right…” you carefully watch him take out a handkerchief, “Fine, sitting on a dirty pavement near my car doesn’t make you look fine, Miss.” he prodded.
“Well, what do you care, anyways?” you tried to keep your voice from cracking, but the stranger showed no qualms of anxiety or fear, nor did he seem mad at your snappy attitude. The blue handkerchief is laid on his palm, waiting for you to take it, yet you exhibit no signs of accepting his kindness. Instead of forcing you through like the usual status quo, he returns it to his pockets.
The odd man.
“Well, for one, I don’t want to run your feet over since I’m parked over here,” he thumbs towards the black jeep that’s parked in front of you, “And my mom didn’t raise me to leave a girl sitting alone, crying her eyes out…”
“Well, did your mom tell you to mind your own business, as well?” your body remains heavy and distant from the stranger, not minding if it came off as rude, but you’ve always been wary of them, especially the ones who claimed to be nice. You wouldn’t be swayed even if you were in a vulnerable place.
He sucks in a deep breath, quite surprised that you had the energy to exchange a vehement response to him. Weren’t you just about to bawl your eyes out?
“Well, you honestly looked like you deserve some niceness after whatever happened.” he conceded, remaining suspiciously friendly, “Piece of advice, though, if it’s a guy, he’s not worth it.”
“I-what makes you think it’s a guy?” there it goes again, the unknown tightening of your throat and the way the gummy lids on your eyes would heat up as if a pipe of water was about to burst and flood the segways any moment.
“It’s always an asshole who doesn’t seem to know how to treat a woman right.” he lamely explains, and slowly but hesitantly, as if he was waiting for you to move away, he places one hand on top of your hand.
Unlike a while ago, you weren’t as hostile, but you were confused about why the stranger suddenly did this and didn’t seem to tilt away like you usually would, “So go home tonight, Miss. Cry it out and wake up tomorrow for yourself. You’ll be fine.”
You don’t even see his entire face, but the way he gently caresses your hair as if you were a long-time friend had your lips quivering, and without even realizing it, your torso bends forward. You bury your face in your arms, finding solace in your makeshift fetal position.
The stranger says nothing more; honestly, you didn’t even mind. His newfound presence is comforting.
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𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐔𝐏𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐃𝐎𝐖𝐍𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐀𝐆𝐄
Aki Hayakawa
Pairing: Aki Hayakawa x f!Reader
Summary: Aki and his wife make up after a minor argument.
Warnings: MDNI, Smut, Nipple Play, Oral Sex (f. Receiving), Vaginal Fingering, Vaginal Sex, Creampie, Overall Fluffy, Smoking
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Aki lights up his cigarette, his elbows resting on the balcony. He takes a long drag of his cigarette before exhaling. He inhales the fresh air outside before bringing the cigarette up to his lips again. He shuts his eyes, his free hand pinching the bridge of his nose. He has to clear his head.
At times like this he wonders why he decided to get married. He used to have a single goal in mind, and getting married would just drift him from his purpose. But he met you, and his plans changed; however, when he got home, you were enraged. You were upset because he wouldn’t pick up his phone. He couldn’t even get a word out.
He doesn’t finish his cigarette before he puts it out on the ashtray. He takes a deep breath, trying to contain his anger. He massages the temple of his head. He doesn’t hear the sliding door open, which startles him when he feels a pair of arms wrap around his waist. You kiss the back of his neck before you press your face on his back. You take in the smell of fresh laundry which doesn’t mix well with the smell of smoke.
“I’m sorry, I overreacted. I was really worried.” You say. “I should’ve kept my cool. I know you didn’t mean to ignore me.”
When you pull away, he turns around and wraps his arms around you. He kisses the top of your head. He runs his hand up and down your back before he tells you, “You should try to calm down first.”
“I know… But I was just so worried. You weren’t picking up the phone, and you came home later than usual– I have grounds to be upset. You didn’t even acknowledge how late you were.” You begin, and he wants to tell you his side, but he’ll hear you out first. “I was just thinking the worst– Without you, I’m alone. Seeing you so relaxed just upset me.”
“I didn’t realize how late I was– I’m sorry. But you can’t act like that. I was just regretting getting married because of how you were acting.” He confesses, which makes you furrow your brows. Perhaps he should’ve left that last out. “What I’m trying to say, you really upset me. You didn’t even let me explain… You wanted me to say something but you wouldn’t let me get a word in.”
“You’re right, honey. I’m sorry.”
“Plus you wouldn’t be alone– And you’re not going to be alone. I’m not leaving you any time soon. We’re going to grow old together. By the time one of us dies, we’re going to have ten great-grandchildren.” He says, a chuckle leaving his lips right after. He doesn’t believe he’ll live for that long; in fact, he doesn’t believe he’ll be around for too long. He’s not going to tell you that though, he wants you to be forever happy, at least in his eyes. He wants your worries to be just worries, he doesn’t want you to think that there’s a possibility that something bad will actually happen to him.
You smile before bringing your lips up to meet his lips in a short kiss. His hand goes to your cheek, and he caresses it before he kisses you again. He pecks your lips a couple of times before you stop him, putting your hand on his chest. You smile at him, and his eyes wander from your lips to that suggestive look in your eyes. You say, “How about we properly make up? Inside?”
He nods without a second though, and you guide him back inside and to your bedroom. You begin to get undressed and once you’re completely naked, you sit down on the bed, still holding on to his hand. You guide his hand down your body, stopping at your breasts. He squeezes your tit before his thumb and index finger begin to play with your nipple. His lips go down to meet yours, his tongue entering your mouth. His tongue wanders around your mouth before it finds your tongue. He presses his tongue against yours.
When he pulls away, a string of saliva connects your lips. He stares at your face, analyzing each feature that makes him so weak in the knees. You bite down on your lips as his fingers play with your nipple. He speaks, “You have no idea the effect you have on me.”
“Show me the effect I have on you, Aki.” You tell him and he doesn’t need to be told twice. He gets on his knees and spreads your legs apart. His mouth quickly attaches to your clit. His tongue begins to flick your clit, while his long fingers go up to gather the slick between your folds. You’re already so wet for him but–
He doesn’t deem that as good enough, so he brings his hand up to your lips, and presses his ring and middle finger on your bottom lip. You open your mouth and he shoves those fingers in. You roll your tongue around them until he pulls them out.
He enters the two fingers into your hole, his tongue still flicking your clit. Little moans come from him, assuring you that he’s enjoying this. Him eating you out wasn’t for you, it was for him. He loves the taste of you on his tongue, and he loves the little moans that leave your lips as he pleases you.
His fingers move slowly in and out of you, while his tongue moves fast. His fingers curve just right, the pads of his fingers brushing against your sweet spot repeatedly. Your hands move to run through his hair. You undo the hair tie that keeps it together, letting his hair free before your fingers do much. You unintentionally pull on his hair, but the man doesn’t mind. This isn’t the first time you do so.
“Aki-” You moan, and he begins to suck on your clit. His eyes look up to find your head thrown back as you enjoy his mouth and fingers. Your orgasm begins to approach.
His fingers hit your sweet spot, and with the mix of him sucking on your clit, it’s too much for you to handle. You get louder by the second, and the neighbors can surely hear through the thin walls. You shut your eyes as your orgasm approached.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck-” You repeat the same words over and over again as you come. Aki flicks your clit a couple more times, taking his fingers out. When he finally stops, he stands up from the floor and his lips land on yours in a short, but sweet, kiss.
He unbuttons his pants , pulling them down along with his briefs before taking his cock into his hand. He strokes it a couple of times while thinking of which position he wanted to take you. He decides he wants to see your face while you manage to take him. He lightly pushed you onto the bed so youre be laying down, before picking up your legs and placing them over his shoulders.
His tip presses against your clit before he moves his cock through your folds to coat it with your slick. He teases you before slowly entering you. He went slowly, giving you time to adjust. Once he bottoms out, he stands still.
“Please move.” You request, and your wish was his command. It always is. He begins to move slowly, taking in how good you feel wrapped around his cock. Fuck– You always do and he almost hates it because it makes trying to let go of you so much harder.
“Fuck, baby, you feel so good.” He groans. He reaches so deep in the position and it feels so fucking good for you as well. You have to shut your eyes, trying to handle the cock that fills you up so well and manages to hit every right spot.
“S’ fucking good, Aki.” You moan. Your hand travels down to play with your clit while his hips speed up. He stares at your face and examines the expression on your face. He smirks knowing that you’re such a mess for his cock. You always are.
“You like it?” He asks the obvious, and you don’t answer. You can’t answer since your mind is hazy. All you manage to do is moan in response. His eyes wander down to the hand that plays with your clit, and he removes it to replace it with his own. You can’t complain because he does it just right. He knows your body better than anyone, even yourself.
“Aki, it feels so- so great!” You practically yell. He loves the way you moan his name. It fills him up with motivation, and it causes him to fuck you with more vigor.
“Keep saying my name baby, it sounds so fucking hot.” He says and you repeat his name over and over again, no other thought being able to form in your mind but to say his name. Your brain is clouded with sex.
Your second orgasm begins to build up, and he feels as your walls tighten around him. He goes faster and faster, the sound of skin smacking fills up the room along with your moans and groans.
You see white as you reach your peak, your body spasming. Your juices coat his cock and he looks at it with a proud smirk on his face. “Messy girl.”
“Fuck-” You moan as he continued going faster and faster. You think it’s impossible, but he proves you wrong. He somehow fucks you with more energy with each moan that leaves your lips.
“My messy girl.” He adds. His thrusts soon became sloppy, the way you feel around him becoming too much for him to handle. He groans before he releases his seed into you, and he doesn’t let go until he makes sure every drop is in your cunt. When he pulls out, he gently puts your legs down before he lays down next to you.
You squirm your way to his side, not leaving any space between you, resting your head on his chest. You listen to his fast heartbeat while he wraps his arms around you. He kisses your forehead, and he thinks about how he was a fool for even having a tiny bit of remorse for getting married. He knows why he got married: He can’t imagine not having you by his side.
Even if it means that you’ll nearly kill him every day, he absolutely loves you. He’ll endure just about anything to be by your side.
“What do you think about expanding the family soon?” You ask. He gives you a small smile before his eyes go up to the ceiling. He’ll endure just about anything. Even parenthood. He at least wants to make sure to leave you with something before he–
“Yeah.” He answers. He listens to your heavy breathing, and he blurts out, “I love you.”
You’re taken a bit back, considering your husband rarely says I love you first. But you smile before replying, “I love you too, Aki.”
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𝐃𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐋 𝐇𝐔𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑-𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝟏
(SMUT/NSFW +18 - Minors DNI)
𝐅𝐞𝐚𝐭: Kishibe x f!reader
𝐒𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: As the main secretary of the tokyo public safety headquarters, you couldn't help but notice Kishibe. the strongest devil hunter of the 1st special division. and the man that soon had you crushing hard on him.
𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬: age gap (Kishibe is 50+, reader is in her 20s or older), kishibe smoking and drinking, degradation (slut etc), slight violence (slapping etc) , breast sucking, Dom/sub dynamics, Master/Daddy Kink.
𝐰𝐜: 1,2k.
He’s probabely in his 50’s…
you thought to yourself as he walked through the main portals of the public safety headquarters.
You’re undeniably hardworking, reliable and good at what you do. or at least good enough to be the head secretary of tokyo‘s public safety branch. Mrs. Makima herself was the one to recommend you to the superiors and then hire you as her personal secretary the in your early years at the institution, and you started progressively earning her trust and respect since.
most of your job consisted of taking care of paperwork, archive sorting and verifying most devil hunters‘ divisions reports, so you weren’t usually in a direct contact with the divisions‘ members. But that didn’t stop you from noticing the 6“4 frame that made appearance at several occasions over the two years of you working there.
You did hear the rumors about him being a ruthless maniac, a pussy pleaser and a enchanting seducer. But he managed to hide it well under his unphased expression and dark gaze. At least to those who didn’t know him.
„is makima at the office?“
a husky, yet warm voice snapped you out of your train of thoughts, as his intimidating silhouette made its way towards you.
„good evening, Mrs Makima left the building around half an hour ago. So I believe she’s done for the day.“
„tch“ He groaned, a slight frustration translated through his gestures. „charging me with all her crappy tasks .“
„I’m sorry for the inconvenience sir.“
„Master.“
You raised your eyes towards him, a little confused at first, looking for a slight explanation. But then it hit you.
„my bad. I apologize for the incovenience. Master.“
an unspoken yet heavy tension floated around as soon as the honorific left your your lips. And you hoped that the heat in your cheeks didn’t become obvious to the sight.
„ya ought to call it a day as well. It’s getting darker outside and there isn’t much protection around the area…“ he advised, flashing a silver flask out of his dark coat.
„thank you for your concern master, but I’ll have to finish all the reports by the end of today‘s shift.“ You said as you kept sorting the documents on the wall-sized bookshelf behind you.
He took a few gulps of what you assumed to be mostly alcohol, as he seated himself on the armchair across from your office.
„you normal civilians take it as a joke. with that fragile body of yours, wouldn’t take a devil more than a minute to take ya down.“ He lighted a cigarette , eyeing the way your body moved before him.
„I myself would take you down in seconds…„ he added in an almost inaudible tone, yet it managed to reach your ears. heart bumping out of nowhere, you quickly turned your back to him, trying to calm your sudden nervousness in the few instants that he couldn’t see your face.
The way he made a mess out of you with a few words, while wearing the most stoic of expressions on his face is insane.
„come to think of it. Aki told me that he left a report for me two days ago.did he hand it to you?„
„y-yes he did. I’ll provide you with it in just a second.“ You stared at the shelves for a brief moment, trying to recall exactly where you placed it. „shit“ you scolded yourself. You placed it too high while you were trying to arrange last weeks‘ documents.
„great. now I’ll have to struggle to get it.„
Standing on your toes wasn’t exactly the most briliant idea you had. As you heard a light chuckle behind you, a few steps approached from you, before you got utterly towered over by him.
Your heart sunk. His scent is intoxicating. the mix of a strong masculine cologne with the hint of alcohol and a distinguishable cigarette odor overwhelmed your senses.
„tiny.“ He whispered as his hand effortlessely landed on the folder.
You couldn’t move for a good minute. His dark eyes darted down at you in an almost pitiful look..
„what are ya acting so flustered for?“
„nothing. it's just that ... you’re a little … intimidating. Master.“
„is that so ?“ two fingers lifted your chin. His gaze dead focused on your lips.
„I’m sorry. I-I didn’t mean it in a-„
„shut up“ he cut you off „Your screws will pop if you don’t loosen ‘em a bit…“ his grip fully caged your cheeks. „give it a break.“
His face came closer to yours. His lips felt rough yet so delicious. You couldn’t possibly deny how addictive it was to make out with him. he had you caged between his strong arms, your tongue wrapping around his in the nastiest way. his bitter aroma of alcohol and smoke suddenly melted like an elixir down your throat. you felt like passing out as he whispered right in your ear
„take yer bra off...“
Your hands shaked of pure frustration while you undid your shirt‘s buttons. he wasn't even about to wait for it, plunging his face in the heat of your neck.
„oh master..“ you called for him in a loud sigh. His warm tongue licked over your earlobe before you felt the motion of his lips.
„ call me again.“ the hoarse tone in his voice struck right through your core. you felt so vulnerable as your bare chest was on display before his eyes.
His hand flashed behind your back in a quick gesture, undoing your bra. „oh god, hngh.." the tiny whines of embarassment emmited from you „ what if someone…“
He backed off a few inches from you, a little grin gracing the scar on his cheek „ they’ll see me sucking on your breasts. I don’t mind… “ he brushed it off nonchalantely as he slowly took the garment off your chest, eyes glued on your slightly pebbled nipples, „ ... and if they do, I’ll make sure to crush their skulls.“
You looked at him with doe eyes, only for him to tackle your breasts like a hungry beast. His loud groans and sloppy licks filled the room in obscene sounds, though it was heaven to your ears.
Your hand wandered through his trimmed lower haircut, caressing his neck and shifting to stroke his slightly bearded jawline.
„you’re such a damn pervert. Master.“
You couldn’t believe what you just iterated. You probabely never said this to anyone before. But it felt so good to say it right to his face.
It didn’t cost him more than a slap to put you back into your place though. You knew he tried his best to make it as harmless as he could. So that he wouldn’t accidentally break one of your bones.
„then why would a flower-like lady as yourself agree to have an old bastard take her ass right here, right now ?“
„I like you. Kishibe.“
A brief silence weighed around. You certainly wouldn’t expect any kind of obvious reaction nor emotion from the stone cold man that he was.
„you’re nothing but a young brat. Don’t get yourself into that love stuff.“
„I’m not a brat! you’re the old geezer!“
„you watch that little mouth or else I’ll teach you how to.“ He harshly gripped your jaw, pressing his large fingers on either sides of your face. His breath fanned over your nose, sending mini shivers down your spine.
„open, slut.“
He spat right on your lolled out tongue. and you knew you had to swallow all what he gave you, judging by the way his rough hand squeezed on your poor cheeks.
„I’ll break your little heart. I may die any day…“
PART 2 - coming up.
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