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dejwrites · 1 year

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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀─── ⠀ ⠀⠀ oh sugar⠀ 〳 ⠀ kishibe ‵

❪ ♡ ❫ ─── ( synopsis ) give him some sugar as your tiffany diamond necklace twinkle under the stars

♡ ˙ ˖ ✧ — reader discretion is advised: female reader, female anatomy described, written with black reader in mind, her/she pronouns, told in third pov, sugar baby!reader, sugar daddy!kishibe, canon age kishibe, age gap, kishibe is old money rich, exhibitionism, riding position, fingersucking, oh no the sugar daddy falls first trope, does it in his porche boxster, usage. of spit, mentions of kishibe giving reader a hickey, age jokes (nothing too serious and bad), mentioned of kishibe being married (but he got divorced), a l bomb is dropped, quanxi mentioned, mention of quanxi flirting with reader, kishibe spoil reader, luxury au, let's just pretend gambling legal in japan lol, word count: tba

IF Y/N LOOKED CLOSE ENOUGH, SHE COULD SEE HER PRETTY REFLECTION IN THE SIDE OF THE BLACK PORCHE BOXSTER. The full moon twinkled down on the pair as they leaned against the front of the car staring at the skyline that overlooked the Roppongi district. From the view of where 50-year-old Kishibe stood, he could see the bright lights that lit up the casino he owned. He was positive that people were still gambling their lives away, helping his bank account grow and helping fund his gorgeous sugar baby's expensive lifestyle. A person looking in from the outside would assume that Y/N was swindling him out of his money. He always let out a sonorous laugh at that. It wasn't really their business, but at the same time, he didn't mind.

If Kishibe could give Y/N the fuckin' stars out of the sky himself—he would in a heartbeat. He didn't understand what overcame him to just throw his money at the woman, but he just did. His closest friend Quanxi liked to joke that he was in love and (dumb). 'Cause what sugar daddy fall for their sugar baby?

He didn't believe Quanxi at first. Kishibe didn't do well with relationships because of his wealth. Money changes everyone, so obviously, it would make any logical women that adored Jimmy Choo heels and Chanel purses pussy wet for his money—not him. But why was she so different?

"Did you hear what I said?"

Her voice interrupts his thoughts before he shakes his head, "Sorry, what did you say?"

"It was nice meeting Quanxi and her girlfriends. They were so nice." Y/N sighs happily before she's taking a sip out of Kishibe's flask.

Kishibe chuckled at her statement. "If I didn't approach you in time, you would have been the fifth girlfriend because she was flirting with you."

"I may have taken her up on her offer." Y/N elbows Kishibe's side jokingly.

The crisp breeze swirls around the two, and he watches the young woman shiver under the tailored suit jacket over her shoulders. Kishibe stood up fully from sitting on the hood of his Porche, "Are you ready to go home? I don't want to keep you out so late." His hand reaches over to tug his jacket further on her frame.

He knew there were better times to come to their secret place, considering the weather & the two attire. He didn't want her to get sick because he needed to escape his casino's obnoxious and overbearing crowd.

With his hand collecting hers to attempt to warm it up in the Fall nightly weather, he watches her smile before shaking her head. "No, I want to see the stars." Y/N breaks eye contact with him to glance up at the stars, winking down at them.

She let go of his hand to walk around the car to climb back into it. Kishibe follows, getting into the driver's side, and his eyes glance up at the stars. Like the diamond necklace around Y/N's neck, the stars danced across the dark sky like they were waltzing on a dance floor. Kishibe's eyes glanced over to stare at the beauty on the passenger side.

Y/N felt his eyes drilling a hole in her body. Despite the chilly weather, his stare made her feel hot all other. She sunk further in her seat before her eyes traveled to the older gentleman. "What?" She asks, her head innocently tilting.

Maybe, Quanxi was right. He was dumb and in love. There Kishibe was staring at the beauty next to him as her brown skin illuminated against the little light the moon gave the two. His head resting on the steering wheel of his car with his lip caught up in his teeth—completely love-struck.

"It's nothing." His lips curve into a sly grin before he lifts his head and glances ahead.

He could hear her shuffling to move closer. He knew because he could smell that intoxicating floral perfume she used.

"Tell me." She says as soon as he turns to look at her.

"It's nothing, sweetheart." Kishibe lets out a happy sigh. He extended his arms, so his right arm rested behind her seat. "Just admiring how beautiful you look tonight."

Y/N kicks off her heels so she can fully turn in her seat. If Kishibe's mind was in the gutter—he would assume that she was about to lean over and give him head under the luminous moon. Instead, she's leaning in closer to kiss his lips.

"Thank you, old man." She pecks his lips quickly. "I really enjoyed spending time with you tonight." with each word that rolled off her tongue, she kissed Kishibe's lips, staining them with lipgloss.

With each kiss, Kishibe could feel his cock twitch in the three hundred thousand yen-priced tailored pants. He could blame his soon-to-be actions on the alcohol from his shiny silver flask and the clouding feeling of possibly falling in love. He could pass up the moment to make her feel good, so he took the leap.

The kiss got heated, spit was swapped, and minutes later, Y/N was in his lap without care that any car could pull up and interrupt their moment.

Kishibe chose the wrong car to want to have a quickie in. However, that's what made the moment so hot, so intimate. With the fusion pink strapless dress pushed up around her waist and her hips grinding against Kishibe's crotch like a cat in heat, it drove the older gentleman insane, completely feral even. His tongue traces alongside her plump lip gloss-covered lips, begging for a taste of the lemon drop cocktails she drank tonight. But he knew his little sugar baby too well for her to give him a taste so easily. She was a tease, and she knew it. She knew what she was doing when she left the house in the attire she picked out. It was just a ploy to tease him from the beginning.

The dress was short for times like this for him to push it up and slide her panties to the side (when he brought her a new designer bag, those were the nights she chose to not wear any at all). It hugged her silhouette like a tight-fitted latex glove to show off her dips and curves—just like Kishibe liked it. It was a bright fusion color because it perfectly highlights her golden complexion to have heads turn in the casino. Lastly, strapless to give Kishibe better excess for him to kiss her smooth skin.

Kishibe broke the kiss quickly when he realized that he could cause her to whimper for him in another way. His lips dragged kisses across her sculptured jawline before going down to her neck. The sweet floral scent of Y/N lingered up his nostrils and when he smelt her—his grip on her grew tighter. He kissed her right on her left breast and felt her giggle because she knew what was next.

"You're too old to be giving me those things," She jokes to him as her fingers comb through the strands of grey on his head. Despite her complaining about him giving her the scandalous hickey, her eyes are shifted closed, and a furtive grin is on her face.

The swelling feeling on her skin caused Y/N to pull back. Her back hit the steering wheel, causing it to honk the horn. She muttered an apology for interrupting such a moment as her panties were growing soaked, and she craved Kishibe's cock. Once more, Kishibe's staring at her as if she's the brightest and most expensive jewel in a jewelry store. His hand cups her face before he lets the pad of his thumb brush against her lip.

"Y/N..." He pauses, and his eyes light up, watching her mouth teasingly latch onto his thumb.

"Hm," She answers, giving him a wink before releasing his thumb with a pop.

And here, Kishibe's L bomb got stuck in his throat as he's quickly urging her to lift up so he could undo his pants. His cock throbbed to feel her wet walls clutch around him as tightly as the expensive dress on her body. Y/N didn't complain. Her hands are even shuffling to help him undo his pants. The sigh of relief from Kishibe was like music to Y/N's ears when she saw him push down his bottoms enough for his fat cock to spring out. It stood straight, with its tip glistening with precum from its slit.

Kishibe grabbed hold of the back of Y/N's neck to embrace her in one last harsh, gritty kiss. This time, he didn't wait for her to teasingly not let his tongue shove in her mouth. His tongue already intertwined with hers as his money-making hand propelled her hips to rock against his hardened cock. Kishibe cruelly pulls away from the kiss just in time for Y/N to get into it, and with their lips barely touching—he whispers, "Go ahead and sit on it, baby. I know you want to."

His hand was released from her body before he brought his hand up to her mouth. "Spit."

Y/N lips curve into. smirk before she collects a pool of saliva to let dribble in his hand. Her hand grasped the back of the headrest behind his head as she anticipated his thick cock finally indulging in her drooling cunt. Kishibe stroked his hardened cock, completely coating it with Y/N's saliva. He guides his cock towards Y/N's pussy, his tip brushing against her entrance, completely teasing her. He leaned to kiss her neck as Y/N sank further on his cock. "Take your time. I'm right here, sweetheart."

"It's just s'much, Kishibe." Y/N breathes out, her thighs quivering at the sudden stretch done by Kishibe's cock.

His manicured fingers dance along her sides, and he chuckles at her statement.

"Not so much of an old man now, huh?"

"Still old." Y/N jokes.

Kishibe chuckles before he grabs her hips and slams her on his cock. He didn't wait for another snarky comment while guiding her on his cock. Y/N head fell back in complete bliss as she moaned out Kishibe's name. Her hips bucked to meet Kishibe's guidance on his cock—the sensational feeling driving the two over the edge. With the car rocking due to their movement and Y/N's diamond pendant tapping at Kishibe's nose as she was riding him—Kishibe wanted the evening to end with Y/N cumming on his cock.

The lewd sound of heated skin slapping against each other was like music to Kishibe's ears. The grasp on Y/N grew tighter because Kishibe didn't want it to end. He didn't want to go without his cock feeling the way your cunt clenched around him.

"Shit." He utters breathlessly under his breath.

He looked in awe, watching the way Y/N jounced upon his cock. Her head sprang back as she moaned out Kishibe's name. His large hands traveled down to her waist to help her movements gracefully. His gloomy eyes traveled down between the gap of their heated bodies to gaze at how his cock disappeared into Y/N's drooling cunt.

"So close." Y/N voice cracks while riding Kishibe.

"Go ahead and cum, love. You've earned it." Kishibe says through groans.

Y/N never came so hard. She and Kishibe have had sex countless times, but this time was different. It was as if the two of you were expressing a feeling you wanted to express so severely in the moment's bliss. It didn't take long for Kishibe to follow right behind you. His thrusting upward became sloppy to mimic the overstimulation of Y/N's cunt pulsing around him. He leaned in to kiss Y/N's swollen lips to wrap the loving moment with a bow.

As the moment was dying down and Y/N's head fell to lay on Kishibe's chest, she let out a happy sigh attempting to regain control of her limp legs. She could hear Kishibe's heartbeat and her lips parted to say some snarky joke, but his words interrupted her.

"I'm in love with you."

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llovekami · 2 years

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one more hour / aki h.

cw: smoking, missionary, riding, mentions of bruising, hickeys, angsty-ish, morning sex, hinted overstimulation, masc!bodied reader but no pronouns mentioned, hair pulling (on aki), praising, genuinely just soft sex, reader is worried about aki and his health, anal

the early rays of the sun had peaked through your shared bedrooms window, the curtains barely being able to contain the brightness that slowly seeped into your bedroom. aki was curled around you, his hands softly holding your thighs and your back was pressed against his chest, the closest you two had been in weeks. aki wasn’t the most affectionate person, and you knew this - but he made an effort. he made an effort for you. only for you. other things he was obligated to put his effort into, or it’d cost him his life. it’d make him leave you. you rolled, pressing your forehead against his chest. he straightened out his long legs, and you merely sighed as you looked up to him. your eyes were hazy with sleep, but the way the golden orange beams of sun had rained down on your face, he hadn’t even noticed. he moved his rough hand to cup your soft cheek, rubbing his thumb over the softness with a little smile. he ran his hand along your scalp, leaning down and pressing a little kiss to your forehead. he moved though, and with a little whine you realized just what in all he had reached for. his cigarette pack. he opened it, sliding a cigarette between his dried but plump lips, grabbing a lighter from the box and lighting it before tossing it to the side with the cigarette box. smoke once more filled the room, just as it had the night before and countless nights before that. “aki,” your voice broke the silence, him humming in acknowledgement of your raspy, sleep-hazed voice. “you know you need to quit smoking,” you uttered, “especially with your job. you never know what could happen.” and he sighed—he sighed because he knew you were right. and it was tiring. he hated his job, hated having to get out of bed to leave you, hated his horrible addiction to smoking. he hated it all, but he had brought it upon himself. your hands trailed over his chest. the hickeys you had left four nights ago now fading into his skin, and all the marks made also disappearing. the bruises he had left on your hips healing and fading back into the same colour as your skin, his own hickeys fading. “i love you.” you muttered through the air, the smoke invading your lungs and making it hard to breathe. the smell of his cologne that stuck to his body like glue, the smell of the smoke, the smell of your sheets. it all smelled like him. he stayed silent, before he reached his hand up to remove the cigarette from his mouth. “i love you too.” he spoke quietly, before you moved to cup his cheek and place a kiss to his lips. he tasted like cigarettes. you placed kisses along his neck, slow and sensual. your hands trailed down his chest, tracing over the little scars and all the little ridges and curves and lines he had over the years of being a public safety devil hunter. he was mysterious, you thought. not because he never told you anything — but because you had no clue why he stayed in a job that would, no matter how hard you tried to deny and postpone it, kill him. his hair was kinked from the hair tie he wore every day, running your fingers through it once more. his hands settled on your hips, pulling you close and pressing a little kiss to your forehead before the cigarette was inevitably placed back between his dry lips. you shifted, placing your hands against his chest before you moved to straddle him. the blankets settled low on your hips, right at your tailbone and only got dragged down the more aki moved his hands up and down your thighs. the way his rough fingertips traced over your delicate skin, the way he looked at you with adoration and love was almost astounding. “what’re you tryin’ to do?” he spoke lowly, voice still raspy from just waking up. you rocked your hips, slow and steady as you eyed him down. his own hues stared up into yours before glancing away, a bright red hue flushing over his cheeks. “can i not sit on my boyfriends lap?” you quipped, grinning once he huffed in defeat and just let you sit there. you both relaxed for the first time in a while. the loss of so many friends, of people you had considered family. and now aki with his job, with his habit. you thought of all the things that had come up to this, had thought of so many solutions for you both to just runaway together, but he proclaimed he had a job to live up to. a need to thrive and protect, to uphold his name. to claim justice for those deserving. he stared up at you. you took the cigarette from his lips, pulling it away with a silent huff. “i wish you’d stop smoking like this.” you began, burning the cigarette out on his ashtray on the side of the bed, full of crumpled cigarette butts and ashes that were begging to be blown away. aki only shrugged, closing his eyes and looking at the bowl of ash. “i know.” you huffed again. he ran his hands underneath your his shirt, the coldness of his calloused hands brought goosebumps to your skin, brought a fire you couldn’t quite set a feeling on. a good fire or a bad one, one that brought you comfort on the loneliest nights or the hands you would miss and crave for once they were gone. “i can keep your mind off of smoking for a while, if you’d let me. i know it’s early, but it’s better than damaging your lungs more, you know. let me be your new addiction and forget all others, let me be the one you come to for stress, let me be your new and only addiction that you uphold above all else.” he stared. blue eyes burned into yours, before his hands hiked up your shirt and threw it over your head. “distract me then.” he hummed, slow and sweet like frozen honey. the morning rays shined on your bodies, and he found no better comfort than the sight before him. your own hands came to tug down your underwear that you had thrown on haphazardly once you had gotten out of the shower with your lover the previous night before, racing into the bed to escape the coldness of your home. he slithered under the covers with you, and for the first time in a while, he wore a warm smile that made him want to drop anything and everything just to experience bliss with you forever. he tugged down his own, grabbing a bottle of lube from his side of the nightstand. cherry scented, you remembered. it was akis favourite flavor of anything, or so you thought. he always had something cherry. “already hard and i’ve barely done anything?” you teased, and he huffed. “when you’re in my position and i’m the one sitting on your lap, we’ll see who’s “already hard,” my love.” he chuckled, and you huffed in reply. you weren’t much better yourself. once he had prepped and prepared both you and himself with lube covering your hole, he had slowly sunk you down with a vice-like grip on your waist. “oh—fuck, like that, shit. jus’ like that, baby..” he muttered, head already tossed back. your hands had found settlement in his hair, softly tugging as he let out a groan of, much to your satisfaction, pleasure. you set a steady rhythm, up and down nice and slow. just the way he liked it. his hands perched onto your hips, guiding your pace, guiding you. his blue eyes were screwed shut, a low rumble coming from him that you identified as his form of moaning. “aki,” you whimpered, and his eyes seemed to struggle to crack open to look at your angelic form. “flip,” he commanded. you paused for a moment, whimpering as you eased yourself off of him. he sighed at the feeling of your warmth no longer clinging to him, but he soon found himself on top of you. your legs on either side of his, wrists pinned down to the pillows below you as he only inserted himself once more. his thrusts were the same speed of what he had you bouncing at, a slow and deep pace that left you feeling breathless, that left you feeling every detail he had to offer. your moans and his mixed and left the room feeling humid, left it feeling like it was full of love. “i love you,” aki began, “i really do. if—fuck,—if i could quit this fucking job i would, i’d give the fucking world to be with you,” he sniffled, whimpering as his thrusts grew erratic. quick paced and much more rapid as his emotions began to take control, as he finally felt alive when he was with you, “i’d do anything for you. you showed me peace, bliss and heaven right when you first touched me, and now i’m paying you back.” he was heaven, bliss, an angel sent for you that’d just be ripped away in time. a memory to remember and never be forgotten, but a time to experience and never relive. living with aki hayakawa was thrilling, and yet you knew that after him you’d never get someone as remotely amazing. “closecloseclose,” he chanted, and you only squealed and encouraged him. “come on, baby, cum for me. you can cum wherever,” you nodded, giving him permission before he only smiled down at you and thrusted his hips once more, his own hand coming down to slowly jerk you off as he rode out his high, and soon you had reached yours. his fingers laced with yours, aki’s eyes only staring into yours before your lips connected. sweet, slow and loving as he kissed you. it was heavenly. it was blissful. “you said you’d make me forget about smoking, but i still wanna. care to go again?” he’d utter, and the sun had hid behind the mountains by the time the two of you were done.

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lovelyunholyc · 1 year

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fem!reader. use of names (sweetheart, good girl, naughty girl). oral(f! reader receiving + brief m! receiving), face sitting, riding, unprotected sex, kinda rough but not really...fwb/ambiguous relationship :')

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absently he wonders when you'll tire of him, when you'll change the locks and stop answering his calls, stop letting him have access to you. he's been around long enough to know it's inevitable, no matter how stubborn you are, how much you enjoy proving him wrong.

selfishly he revels in the fact that it isn't today, isn't any time soon by the looks of it, because he enters your apartment easily, though he can tell you're not home.

kishibe makes his way past the threshold with familiar ease, toeing off his shoes and taking off his coat and hanging it at the door, things you'd have been sure to chastise him for had he not done.

his drink of choice is in the kitchen, the bottle seemingly untouched since the last time he'd been here - which could've been weeks, months ago - another subtle reassurance that makes the scarred corner of his lips turn up ever so slightly.

he sighs contentedly into his first glass, slowly savors his second before making his way to your bedroom and the attached bathroom.

you come home just as he's stepped out of the shower, and stand at the doorway, letting steam escape past you as he glances at you through damp, dirty blonde strands. he can't read your expression but doesn't dislike the way you scrutinize him, grinning as he wraps a towel loosely around his hips.

"welcome home, sweetheart," kishibe teases gruffly, which earns him a scoff, but you don't let him pass you without kissing his cheek, wrinkling your nose at the feel of the stubble lining his jaw. he fishes his pack of cigarettes from his pants in a puddle on the floor and heads for the balcony on the other side of your room.

you follow wordlessly, sliding the door closed behind you and taking a seat at one of the lounge chairs facing the view outside. the sun has just started to set, casting your skin in a purple-orange haze that shouldn't look as good as it does on you, making your skin glow, your face even prettier.

it doesn't escape his notice that you're dressed nicer than you usually would be for work.

kishibe leans against the railing facing you, putting a cigarette between his lips and cursing himself for forgetting his lighter.

but you have him covered, producing one from your bag and reaching up to light it for him.

he leans in gratefully, inhales a little more than he maybe should, stays bent over even after it's long been lit, because he selfishly wants to keep smelling your perfume. he takes a long pull as he straightens back up, eyeing you over the smoke, raising a brow in response to your watchful eyes.

he knows you don't smoke, but doesn't question why you have a lighter.

"date didn't work out?"

you smirk at that, looking past him and at the slowly setting sun instead. "what makes you say that?"

kishibe shrugs, doesn't take his eyes off of you. "you came home alone." he likes the cut of your dress. it's perfectly fitted to you, reveals exactly what it should, tastefully. you look too good in it to not have had any prospects.

it's your turn to shrug, finally meeting his eyes with a wistfulness he doesn't think he should see. "just had a feeling that i should."

he hums, savors the warmth of his next drag, a contrast to the cool breeze that whispers over his still-wet skin and makes him shiver.

"how's work?"

kishibe hates making small talk, knows that you do, too, but he supposes it's the least he can provide after being away for so long. "same as always," he says flatly, finally looking away from you. he reaches for one of your potted plants and pulls out the dish to catch the water out from under it, and ashes into it.

you make a quiet noise of amusement, probably surprised that he'd even taken the trouble.

he can be nice sometimes, polite. "i'm still here," he continues. haven't died yet, is what he means. he smiles humorlessly.

you watch him, placid, patient. still unreadable, as he finishes off his smoke.

he doesn't say as much, but he appreciates your company, your quiet, meaningless murmur of conversation. everything but what you actually want to say.

when he's done, you leave first, stepping back into your room and leaving the sliding door open for him.

it's his turn to watch you quietly, entranced as you start undressing, your back to him. he makes his way to you, closing the door without looking, eyes only trained on you, fingers coming up to find the zipper of your pretty dress at the nape of your neck. his breath hitches as he slides it down your spine, the silk of your skin revealed to him inch by breathtaking inch, soft and smooth.

before he knows it he's following the seam of the dress as it parts, lips pressing right at the trail of his fingers descending down with the fabric, until it can't go any further. he slides the tip of his nose back up your spine, making you shudder, until he reaches the nape of your neck, and starts a fresh trail of kisses along your neck and shoulder, wet and wanting, your dress dropping to the floor without a second thought.

you turn just as he reaches the top of one shoulder, placing your hands on his hips, rubbing at the towel still slung over them with the pads of your fingers. his arms cage you in against the door of your closet, and all he has to do is dip his head slightly to finally capture your lips.

you taste like wine, undoubtedly remnants of your unfortunate date. sweet, heady, intoxicating. he chases the taste on your tongue, groans heavily into your mouth when you open up for him so easily, when you melt into him, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him ever closer. rough hands drift across your body, greedy, eager to have you against him again, to feel your warmth and squeeze at your softness. he kneads at the supple flesh of your ass over the delicate lace of your underwear, sliding up quickly to follow the gentle curve of your back, your waist, pressing into your breasts, licking languidly into your mouth all the while, relishing your soft little whimpers. you jolt when he pinches at your nipples, and he pulls away just a few inches to chuckle, pressing biting kisses along your jaw.

"kishibe," you whisper when his fingers move lower, dipping into the band of your pretty lace panties. his name sounds so sweet when you say it like that, as rich as the wine that had leaked from your mouth.

he's pleased to find you as wet as he'd expected, and slides through your folds appreciatively, licking at your throat as he watches his fingers disappear into your pretty pussy, soaked in your slick. you buck into his hand when he pushes into your entrance, clutching at his shoulders and breathing heavy. cute.

"so wet for me, so pretty." his voice is low, gravelly enough to send shivers down your spine. "c'mon, sweetheart, let me taste you."

kishibe licks his fingers clean before leading you over to your bed.

but before he can lay down and move you on top of him, you tug at his towel and drop on your knees to the floor along with it, hands firm on his hips to keep him still so you can kiss at the head of his cock.

he groans as you stroke him to full hardness, curses under his breath when you lick at the precum gathering on his slit, sucking the bulbous tip of his cock into your mouth and moaning when his hips rock into the heat of it instinctively. his fingers twist into your hair, and he lets you sink down on his shaft once, twice, before pulling you off completely, grinning devilishly at the dazed look on your face, the spit and his precum pooling in your open mouth before you swallow it all down.

"naughty fucking girl," he chastises, voice laced with mirth, and can't help but notice how you rub your thighs together at that, your panties somehow having disappeared since you'd distracted him. "i said," he backs into the bed, pulling you up and along with him so you're straddling him when he lays down, "give me a taste," and he's kissing down your stomach, your thighs, until his head is between them. he lays back and you shift on top of him, trapping him between your legs with his encouraging hands on the backs of your knees, pulling you closer, closer, sliding up your thighs to grope at your ass and urge you to finally sink down on his face.

the first lick is divine, to you both. he kisses at your pussy lips as if they were the ones on your face, before letting his tongue delve deeper, lapping up the slick at your entrance and sliding up through your folds to swirl at your clit and make you whine. he wraps his lips around the bud and starts sucking and you lose balance, falling forward on the bed and catching yourself on your hands.

kishibe pulls back just to laugh, and the heat of his breath against the wet, cooling skin of your pussy makes you shiver. you curse at him and he presses a chaste kiss to your sensitive clit in a silent apology he doesn't really mean.

he wants to pull you apart piece by piece until he's all you can think about until the next time you see him. "cum on my tongue, sweetheart," he encourages gruffly, one hand drifting to your hip and the other thumbing at your clit. "cum for me." he flattens his tongue against your slit, fingers drifting back down from your clit to slip into your fluttering hole, and he uses his hold on your hip to urge you into riding his tongue.

you keen, hands finding his hair, grinding into him, rocking into the rhythm of his fingers and tongue as he laps at you, and you hardly register the roughness of his stubbled jaw against your skin, too lost in pleasure. you chase the sweet friction just as he'd encouraged, spurred on by the gratifying groans he lets out as you spill continuously into his mouth, until it becomes too much, your body tensing with your impending orgasm.

it only takes another deep moan that vibrates through you, and his lips suctioning around your swollen clit, to take you over the edge, clutching at the sheets beneath you and gasping his name, walls pulsing around his fingers, squeezing so enticingly, hips stuttering.

kishibe doesn't pull back until you do, thighs trembling on either side of his face and seemingly close to giving out. you practically fall to your side next to him on your bed, chest heaving, and he watches you with amusement as he licks his fingers clean and swipes carelessly at his chin with the back of his hand.

"god, i've missed you," you confess quietly, leaning in to brush your fingers through his hair, still slightly damp, but now with sweat. you trace the scar across his cheek with your thumb with a kind of tenderness he's afraid to think too hard about, and kiss him sweetly, savoring the taste of you on his tongue, the bitterness of his cigarettes coming through for an acquired taste. familiar, addicting.

"yeah?" he sits up and leans over to shove a few pillows under his back before beckoning you back over to him.

you grin, taking the hand he offers you and sliding back into his lap, legs on either side of him. "yeah," you sigh dreamily, touching your forehead to his and looking down to watch your hands meet around his shaft.

kishibe curses under his breath when you pucker your lips and let a glob of spit drip onto the glistening head of his cock. he groans when you work it onto his dick, shifting closer so you can grind against the base of it, the slick of your cunt easing the slide along your folds and giving you the friction you need. the flared head catches on your sensitive clit and makes you gasp, and it only takes a few seconds of rocking against him to build the pleasure back up, to have your mind hazy and your lungs at capacity.

he squeezes at the flesh of your hips, leans in minutely so you can meet him halfway for a messy, needy kiss that makes your heart stutter. when he pulls back, he licks up the line of spit still connecting you, and trails his lips down your jaw, your neck, your chest, and you shift to expose more of yourself to him, pressing your skin into his mouth, arching your back towards his touch so he can suck greedy kisses into the swell of your breasts. rough hands knead at your ass all the while, guiding you in your slow grind in his lap, until you can't take it anymore and raise yourself up on your knees to line him up with your entrance.

"fuck," he grits between his teeth when the fat tip of his cock pushes through your walls, and you whine at the sweet stretch. you clutch at his shoulders as you sink down further, cursing too when you're fully seated, body jolting when the coarse hairs on the base of his cock nudge into your clit.

"good girl," kishibe praises quietly, barely a murmur that passes through his lips. you shiver all the same.

when you catch his gaze again, his mouth twitches up in a subdued little smile, and you can't help but shift towards his warmth a little more. you kiss him again before lifting your hips and sliding back down, slow and purposeful, savoring every ridge and vein of his cock splitting you open and getting a feel for your rhythm.

it isn't long before you're bouncing in his lap, chasing the sweet friction of his pelvis against your sensitive bud, the head of his cock nudging into your sweet spot, the addicting slide of his shaft along the tight wet heat of your walls.

kishibe is a quiet lover, but soft grunts escape him periodically. he continues lavishing your chest in attention, alternating between massaging at your breasts and your ass, smacking lightly at the latter just to make your moans pitch higher. you're so wet you're dripping down his thighs and your own. the obscene sound of your slick is music to his ears with every stroke, your whines of his name sending pleasant shivers down his spine.

he knows you're close when your walls start to spasm around him, and he slides his hand between you to start rubbing mercilessly on your clit. your hips stutter and you whimper at the unrelenting pressure, throwing your head back with a moan so beautiful and wanton that he instinctively answers with a deep, guttural groan, clutching at the flesh of your ass then to slam you down onto his dick.

you take over rubbing at your puffy clit as he plants his feet on the mattress and thrusts up into you and shoves you down onto his cock simultaneously, biting on his bottom lip in concentration to hit the spot that makes your walls clench around him so sweetly.

"k-kishibe-!" you mewl, and with the next stroke you're falling apart, arching your back and writhing against him, clutching at his hair and his back and shoulders - anywhere your fingers can reach - as you lose yourself in pure bliss.

"that's it, sweetheart, good fuckin' girl." admiring you with lustful, half-lidded eyes, he fucks you through it, so ferociously he knows you'll have bruises to show for it in the morning, but you don't seem to mind at all, encouraging him with weak, breathless moans as he maneuvers your body with a strength that makes you shudder to fully realize. your head falls forward onto his shoulder as you struggle to stay present and come down from your high, still trembling, and it only takes a few deep, focused thrusts for your fluttering velvet walls to bring him over the edge too.

kishibe drives his cock into your tight, twitching cunt as deep as he can, and finally spills into you, each pulse of his spend making you whine lightly. he weaves his fingers in the roots of your hair and tilts your head up so he can kiss you - none too gently but you chase his tongue anyway, kiss him back until you're too lightheaded to continue, nudging the tip of your nose along the side of his face instead, despite the stubble you playfully complain about, along the scar you so love to touch and marvel at.

when he says your name, a whisper on a sigh, you realize it's the first time he's said it since you've seen him tonight, and there's a tenderness to the sound that is so palpable it makes your heart somersault.

neither of you speak of it.

instead you hold him closer, arms wrapped tight around his neck and his around your waist. you don't part for a moment that feels infinite, emotion stirring up between you that you know with a deep ache you'll likely never address.

kishibe isn't sure what you benefit from him except maybe making you cum more than once every time and knowing how to fuck your brains out in the way you like best, but he doesn't question you.

he doesn't think he's capable of love.

you, however... smart, vibrant, lovely you - you have the potential to bring anyone to their knees for you, and yet you choose to entertain him though he thinks he has nothing to give you, knows that you deserve more.

if that's the case, he thinks, he's a worse person than he'd initially thought.

for now, he can take another shower with you and clean you up, fix you a drink to go along with his, and fuck you to sleep, too.

before he disappears again in the morning, he might have time to question what he benefits from you in return, other than to have his chest ache every time he leaves you.

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kanekisfavoritegf · 1 year

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Good Days

Still wanna try, still believe in

Good days, always

Always inside (always in my mind, always in my mind, mind)

Good day living in my mind

Musician of the Week - SZA

warnings: smut, toxic behavior (kinda), oral(f. Receiving) mating press

It had been years since you had seen him. He hadn’t changed one bit, unlike you, who was a completely different woman. In your eyes, you had lost your youthful glow since college, but Kishibe seemed to see the same young woman he had fallen in love with all those years ago.

You were in the second semester of your freshman year of college when you met him. He had saved you from a very dangerous devil one sunny afternoon when you were on your way to class.

After your first encounter, you decided to make the first move, giving him a quick kiss on the cheek when he offered to walk you home that night. And as you pulled your lips away from his face, he suddenly placed a finger under your chin and pressed his lips onto yours gently.

One small kiss. That’s all it took you to fall in love with Kishibe.

At first, your days with him were full of flowers and kisses, and your nights were full of passionate and lustful sex.

But after a year, you found yourself distancing yourself from your friends, throwing yourself into Kishibe, and drowning in the love you had for the older man.

He didn’t mean to do it on purpose, and neither did you. But you were young and naive. So when he said, “I wish you would spend more time on me.” you sacrificed your friends for your love.

Until one night, you had had enough. It was the fifth day in a row going out with Quanxi to go drinking and coming home early in the morning the next day. You had spent your night worrying something had happened to him. He hadn’t picked up any of your calls or any of your messages. The last text you had gotten from him was at eight A.M., saying,

“I’m going on a mission. I'll see you later tonight.”

It was now three in the morning the next day. You watched as he stumbled in drunk off his ass, and you got up from the couch of his room to help him in. You carried his body weight as he leaned into your neck, kissing it a little.

“Areyoumygirlfriend?” He slurred, too drunk off his mind.

“Not anymore.” You responded with sadness laced in your voice. With a loud thud, you threw his body onto his bed and began to strip him of his outside clothes.

“Why not?” He questioned with a frown on his face.

“I’m worried that I’m wasting the best of me on you.” Your lip quivered as you said this, tears forming ever so slightly. “And you don’t care.”

“Oh.” is all he said as he curled up in his bed. You kissed his forehead and walked out the door, never looking back again.

Years passed, and you sat on his couch next to him, just like you had dozens of times when you were younger. You were a lawyer now, a representative for the public Devil Hunters working for the Japanese Government. You had assumed Kishibe had gone private in the years you had separated. So, of course, you were flustered beyond belief to see the man beside Denji, the boy you were representing in an accidental death on the job.

So flustered by him, you mindlessly agreed to have dinner and catch up.

So flustered by him, you agreed to come home with him for a glass of red wine.

So flustered by him and his unchanging looks, you didn’t stop him when he kissed and bit you all over your lips and neck as he dragged your body with his onto his bed.

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Your moans were so loud the occupants of the other apartments could probably hear you through the walls of his apartment, but you didn’t care. Your legs shook uncontrollably as Kishibes tongue delved into you along with his fingers. His grip on your thighs was so tight they would leave dark marks across your scratch marks. His eyes never left your face as he watched your cum for the third time that night.

He was entranced by you. Everything about you. From the first moment he had seen you, you had always managed to take away his breath. He could practically feel his heart stop when he saw you again for the first time in years.

You had been heavy in his mind ever since the day you had walked out. He’d be damned if he let you go again. So as he pushed his dick into you slowly, he made sure to fuck you like you with such need and passion that would make you know he never wanted to leave again.

With each brutal thrust and scream of his name, you felt yourself become closer and closer. He needed you. And you needed him.

“Be mine again, Y/N.” He moaned into your ear. You couldn’t respond. You were too fucked out to even think. Your eyes rolled back as drool slowly dripped down your chin as he held your legs to your chest. He knew that you couldn't form a sentence. But it didn’t stop him from asking once more,

“Be mine. Still wanna try, still believe in-”

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bimbodoggie · 1 year

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thinking about aki and how domestic he is…waking you up with breakfast in bed, being a good big brother to power and denji, also a cat sitter to meowy. But also he loves every single curve, imperfection about your body. “Aki please” you whisper to yourself, it was embarrassing how you were facing him…your back facing his chest while he continued to grope and caress you. There was a mirror present which made it more humiliating for you “im not going to stop, not until you realize how beautiful you are” he whispered licking your neck.

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mushies-stories · 10 months

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Desperate 18+ drabble.

Aki and Denji come home and desperately need you.

Warning: Smut, unprotected sex, creampie

SMUT BELOW

Aki

The moment you heard the door open you went to greet Aki, he had been away for days and all you wanted was to be in his arms again. “Welcome home Aki!” you smiled as he wrapped you in a tight hug.

“Missed you too.” he mumbled into your hair, not letting his hold on you loosen.

“Aki? Something the batter?” you questioned. He only nodded but kept his hold still. “Is there a reason you won't let me go? I want a kiss.” you said, trying to wiggle free. With a soft huff Aki’s hands came down to rest on your hips, he looked down at your eyes darker than normal and he looked tired. “You okay? You looked tired.” he said with concern.

“More than tired, but there is something more important than that on my mind right now.” he said and before you could question what he meant he was leaning down and connecting your lips as he guided your back against the wall. The kiss started out gentle but quickly turned feverish, needy. As his tongue explored your mouth he began to softly grind into your core. His cock already hard in his pants, restricted and twitching as he attempted to ease it with the little friction. Pulling away for air Aki leaned his forehead against yours, looking you in the eyes. “I can't wait, I need you baby, need to fuck your perfect pussy.” he confessed, face tinted red and eyes blown with lust.

Your own face beginning to redden, being fucked by Aki as soon as he got home? It wasn't like you were going to say no. You looked up at him through half lidded eyes and started to undo his belt for him. However that basically just triggered him into action. Gripping your thighs he picked up and stepped into the kitchen then set you on the small counter top. Undoing the rest of his pants he almost hissed when his throbbing cock made contact with the air. You felt the wetness in your pussy begin to pool in your panties at the sight.

Aki held his cock in one hand as he slid your dress up around your waist. “Spread your legs for me baby.” he commanded and you obeyed. When he saw the spot of arousal staining your panties his cock twitched in his hold. Moving your panties aside he ran the head of his cock through your folds before sinking the head of his cock into your waiting hole. “So good to me baby, dripping and ready for me.” he praised as his cock slowly sank into you, bottoming out.

Aki could only manage to wait for you to adjust before he lost it, no longer able to hold his composer he fucked into you at a desperate pase. He held your hips so firm you were sure to see the marks in the morning. “Aki aaahaa~ so good, so full.” you babbled, head spinning from how deep and hard his cock is fucking into you, arms around his neck to keep yourself upright.

Aki almost let out a deep groan when your legs came to wrap tightly around his hips, forcing him even deeper. His head was in the crook of your neck with his eyes squeezed shut, wanting to feel your sweet walls milk him. He thankfully didn't have to wait long as your walls began to flutter around him and a loud breathy moan graced his ears. “That's it, cum for me, cum on my cock baby.” he encouraged. Your legs locked around him as you came, holding him deep as your pussy clamped around him. Your sweet sounds mixed with his desperate breathing filled the air as his seed spilled into your still twitching cunt. His cock fully seated in your hole you felt so full you could only lay your head back against the cabinets and hold into Aki for grounding as you caught your breaths.

You smiled as Aki slowly looked up at you, a hint of a blush still gracing his cheeks. You took his pony out and watched his hair fall around his face. His cock still stuffed in your pussy slowly softend. He leaned back and came to stroke the hair away from your sticky face. He loved the face you made when he finally pulled out. Brows knitting together and a pout forming on your lips. “Oh don't pout, I'm just getting started.” Aki ashered you with a devilish grin.

Denji

Denji had a particularly rough few days. Back to back mission with Kishibe had left him drained and ready to just come home and be in your sweet embrace.

Groggily he walked into the small apartment and stumbled through the dark hallway to your room. It was late and you were probably fast asleep. He slowly opened your door and slid in, being careful to not make a sound when he shut the door behind him, the room was partially illuminated by moonlight. Throwing his shirt over his head and to the ground he pushed the covers back and slid in behind you. You stirred at the weight and turned around when you felt his arms snaking around you.

“Denji.” he could hear the sweet smile in your voice as you cuddled into him, head on his chest and a leg coming up to tangle in his. “Denji, I missed you so much.” you said sleepily with a small kiss to his jaw.

That made Denjis dick twitch in his jeans. You always made him flustered with your sweet words and gestures and being away from you for so long didn't help. He leaned his head down and brought a hand up to tilt your head up to meet him, his lips pulled you into a quick needy kiss before he pulled away with a soft groan. “Baby, you always make me need you, I've been away for sooo long now I'm all hard…” he said dramatically, secretly meaning it. His cock was growing tight in his jeans with you simply being so close. When you giggled at his dramatics he flipped you enough so he was leaning over you and between your legs. He leaned down and nipped at your neck while grinding into your clothes pussy. “See baby? You do this to me so easily.” he confessed with a soft sigh at the friction.

Your own mind is slowly becoming hazy as his touch overwhelmed your still tired brain. You easily got lost in his touch, his teeth grazing and sucking your neck. You slowly slid your hands between your bodies and tugged at the hem of his jeans. “Denji, help.” you asked shyly for him to take his pants off.

Needing no more prompting than that he was undoing his jeans enough to let his cock spring out, erect and ready. He slides your shorts down and throws them to the ground before coming back to you and connecting your lips again in a heated kiss. He wasted no time in sinking into your pussy. You were thankful Denji made you wet so easily, you didn't want to wait either. You moaned into the kiss as Denji rocked his hips into at a steady pace, letting you both adjust. Releasing your lips he picked up his speed and fucked into you with pure desperation.

You slid a hand down to your clit and rubbed small fast circles, letting sweet soft moans of praise out as Denji leaned his head in the crook of your neck. “Denji, soo good. Plee~ease faster Denji-Aah.” you moaned and begged for him and spurring him on. His hips snapped into you relentlessly, his soft groans and shaky breaths sending tingles to your core and causing your pussy to clench around his cock.

“Fuck, baby im goi-going to cum.” Denji almost whined.

“Me t-to, Denji so good!” you babbled as his thrust never slowed down, his cock hitting deep and soon you were filled with a warm liquid that sent you over the edge. Whimpering and holding onto Denji you arched back, moans and whimpers falling from the two of you.

It took you both a moment to catch your breaths before Denji could move and pull himself out of you. you whined and closed your legs immediately. “What's wrong, does it hurt?” Denji is confused at the reaction, he's never come inside of you before but tonight his need overtook him. He hadn't even thought about pulling out tell he was already dumping his load into your tight pussy.

You shook your head and let out a soft giggle. “No it feels so good in me, I don't want it to leak out.” you admitted.

And like that Denji was ready for round two or three.

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ca4dy · 2 months

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imagine shared breeding kink with Denji…

You guys have both never even thought of having children until recently. Being so busy devil hunting he can’t hold himself back when you two finally get alone. So when he gets his week off work you two go at it like animals.

"I... I need..." His voice is barely audible over the sound of their hard breaths together.

"I need to be inside you." He growls, his eyes wild and filled with a hunger he doesn't understand.

With one swift move, he flips them over, pinning her down beneath him. His cock, hard as steel, juts out between them, shining with pre-cum like a beacon in the darkness.

"Take me," He grunts, "take everything I am."

Feeling him enter your pussy. Your eyes fill with tears momentarily from the sting but You don’t stop him. Instead opting to wrap your legs around his waist.

"Fuck!" His voice is a hoarse whisper, his breaths coming out in ragged gasps.

He thrusts into you, each stroke deeper and harder than the last. His body shudders with every movement, his skin tingling with electricity from head to toe.

"I... I'm gonna come," He growls, his eyes locked on hers as he watches her face contort with pleasure and pain.

"I want you to feel this..." And with that, he slams inside one final time before collapsing onto you, both bodies trembling together in the aftermath of their union.

You blink up at him staring at him dreamily. He’s barely catching his breath before he starts moving inside you again.

"Fuck..." He gasps, his eyes widening as he looks at your inviting smile. He positions himself between your shaky legs once more, ready to claim her again and again until there are no drops left in him for her to take. He doesn't waste any time. With a single thrust, he plunges into you once more, their bodies connecting with an urgent need that refuses to be sated.

"I... I want you," He growls, his voice hoarse and filled with desire, "I want every part of you."

And with each stroke, he claims her again, filling the room with the sounds of their lovemaking, their bodies moving together in perfect harmony until they reach the peak of their passion once more. You wrapped your legs around Denji further trapping him inside as he prepared to paint your insides once more. He follows the lead, thrusting faster and harder than before, his hips slapping against hers in a rhythmic dance of lust.

"Y/n... I'm close," He gasps out, his voice breaking with the intensity of their lovemaking.

And with one final cry, he releases himself inside, filling her completely as they both reach their climax together. You wailed from the pain and pleasure of overstimulation still wanting more.

Eyes rolling and toes curling further you go limp under him.

He groans, his breath hot against her neck as he comes inside her. He pulls out of your beat up pussy slowly, bodies still connected by a thin thread of cum.

Without hesitation, he lowers his head and begins to clean her up, lapping at her sensitive folds with the same hunger that had consumed him moments ago.

"I... I love you," He whispers between licks, his tongue tracing every curve and crevice of her most intimate parts.

He continues his slow, tender assault on her most sensitive spots, each lick and suck drawing out another cry from her lips.

"Oh FUCK! I love you more than ANYTHING!" You nearly scream at the sensations he’s continuously giving you.

He continues his slow, tender assault on her most sensitive spots, each lick and suck drawing out another cry from her lips.

"I want... I want to make sure you're clean," He murmurs against her skin, his voice filled with a tenderness that leaves her breathless.

"And when we have our kids... I promise I'll be there for every moment." His words are soft but firm, a vow he intends to keep no matter what comes their way.

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chosos-mascara · 1 year

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betting & bargaining

𝙙𝙚𝙣𝙟𝙞 𝙭 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧

𝘀𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆 - you find out that using your body as a bargaining chip is the most effective way to persuade denji.

𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 - college students, virgin!denji, betting using sexual favours, some manipulation on both parts, boob squeezing, nipple play, exhibitionism(?), fingering, cunnilingus, instruction (reader to denji), virginity loss (denji),

minors + ageless dni! 4.8k words

Bargaining with Denji had become second nature to you. Positive reinforcement as Aki had called it, encouraging good behaviour. At first, it had felt as if you were manipulating him, though every stick of gum and condition met by the blonde had soon been a routine. Sometimes, Denji would ask you himself if you'd reward him for staying quiet, or remind you when he'd done a good deed, such as taking out the trash or washing his clothes.

"Denji, quit complaining." You spoke, sighing heavily while placing a finger against your temple, a desperate attempt at relief from the headache caused by none other than the male sat beside you. The bus home wouldn't take long, yet he couldn't stop himself from fussing over what he'd considered a wasted Saturday. While he'd wanted to be fooling around with friends, you'd requested his presence grocery shopping, with Aki moved out you'd required a buddy to haul the food back with. Denji couldn't help but drag his feet the entire time, sighing and whining when you'd tell him he couldn't add another bag of snacks to the trolley.

"This journey is just so boring-" Denji had begun yet another protest, crossing one arm over the other as you'd started questioning his sanity. "Please, shut the fuck up!" Interrupting his moans with an outburst, the chatter on the bus had quietened down along with Denji, eyes drifting to you through narrowed expressions. Tilting your head downward, you slumped back against the seatglancing through the window to judge how much further your shared home had been. An assortment of buildings passed the glass, an indicator that you'd still had another five minutes, and then what would be a very brisk walk, before you'd walk through the door and beg Power to be on shopping duty next week instead of the childish blonde beside you.

"Power won't like the veg you bought-" At this point, you'd wondered if he'd been purposely trying to piss you off - to grind you down to the last nerve available within your body, until you'd finally snapped. "Denji." A hushed tone, in contrast to the loud pleas you'd screamed prior, had gotten through to him. For the first time all day, his mouth had closed, even if for a few seconds before he'd opened it once more, teeth on display as he'd mustered up another complaint. "I'll do anything if you'd just," You exhaled, closing your eyes before emphasising the final word. "stop." "Anything?" Denji questioned, to which you'd profusely nodded, irked beyond belief by the man's behaviour. Babysitting a twenty-three year old had been the last thing on you itinerary for the day, and you'd be willing to spend a large amount of money on whatever snack or thing he'd request just to have a moment's peace. "Sex?" Denji asked, to which your eyelids had raced open to shoot the deepest glare you were sure you'd given the male, even after co-habiting for over a year. "Not anything." You reiterated, to which Denji sighed, slumping back against his seat with his arms remaining crossed over his chest. You watched as his brown eyes traced the ceiling of the bus, frown across his face.

"Man." He breathed, head hitting the fabric rest behind him, hair flattening against the fabric. "You know, you remind me of-" Beginning again, you'd become desperate, reconsidering your original denial of sexual favours in exchange for silence, finally settling on: "I'll show you my tits if you stop talking."

It had been as if a muzzle was placed over his lips from that moment forward. Not a single sound had erupted from the usually talkative mouth, a demonstration that Denji really would do anything for the promise of boobs. You'd heard Power had offered it once before in exchange for his help with something, though you'd been unsure if the tale had bee true. Now, you'd been left with solid evidence, and a racing heart as you'd placed your key in the door, twisting it with trembling hand as you'd realised the weight of your bargain.

With Denji perched upright on your bed, creases of the fresh sheets around his jeans, hands flat against the mattress to support himself, you brought your hands to the hem of your shirt, fingers wrapping idly around the cotton while you'd glanced over his fixed expression. His eyes had remained upon your chest, awaiting your movements. "You have five seconds." You spoke, lifting the shirt to expose the skin of your stomach, sucking inward when the cool air had mingled with your warmth. There was some hesitance, cotton lingering over nipples before you'd found the confidence to lift it to your shoulders. When Denji had finally laid eyes on your bare breasts, he'd looked faint.

"One." You'd began counting, rolling your head to face to the side, too embarrassed to watch as he molested you through his gaze. "Two." Another second had passed, the outward notation of each tick of the clock being your only way of controlling the stray thoughts clouding your vision, hoping that if you'd stay focused on the moments passing by, you could get through this exposure.

"Three." Deciding to turn your head to him, curiosity giving you strength, you assessed the situation before you. Denji had remained seated, though torso had been slanted back, eyes remaining over your chest. You'd noticed a tent growing within his slacks, your heart beating faster as you'd observed his reaction to the situation. "F-four." You hadn't meant to stutter, but while you'd been fixated on his erection, the size had been clear. He'd mentioned before he'd still been a virgin, adamantly saving himself for someone special, reciting the words of a woman he'd crushed on through teenage-hood; "sex stuff feels better when it's with someone you like". You'd wondered whether you'd fallen into that category of people.

"Five." The seconds were up, resulting in your hands eagerly pulling the shirt to cover your chest once more. Even if you'd considered making a move, the time had passed now, Denji standing to leave the room - most likely going to fix the hardened problem in his trousers. Something that for some reason, had brought a tightness to your stomach, and had your thighs clenching against one another.

The second time you'd bargained yourself had been a little over two months later, in the midst of a soured night-out. Denji had finally gotten himself a driver's license, after failing a multitude of times, and you'd needed a ride home. "What do I get?" His tiresome voice questioned through the receiver, to which you'd rolled your eyes, leaning up against the outer-wall of the club. "A pat on the back?" A joke you'd hope would shut him down, but knowing Denji, it hadn't been enough. Now you'd let him get his foot in the door, you'd known whatever you'd offer him wouldn't compare to the situation before, and he'd push his way to get what he'd wanted from you. Somehow, the 'positive reinforcement' had turned into his way to manipulate you.

"I can flash you again." Your voice was quieter, phone tilted closer to your mouth as you'd offered yourself up, desperate to get home and put the night behind you. Either that, or you'd have to walk home at midnight on a Saturday - something you didn't want to endure while sober. Perhaps you should've stuck the evening out, had a couple drinks and loosened up, though now the thought of your bed had entered your mind, it would be impossible to shake the desire to be under your duvet.

"Nah." You'd raised your brow when he'd declined the offer, heart sinking at his denial. Had the deal before not satisfied him? "What if I let you touch them?" There had been attempts to hide the tremble in your tone as you'd feared rejection, now more fixated on Denji's opinion of your tits than you had getting home in the first place. When he'd accepted the offer, you couldn't help but feel relief - not for the latter. For some reason, Denji's thoughts had mattered deeply to you.

When you'd arrived home, you'd been adamant to meet your end of the bargain, haphazardly reaching behind you to undo your dress and slip the garment from your body to reveal the skin beneath. This time, he'd laid his eyes upon much more of you, brown orbs focusing on your chest but falling to trace your thighs and stomach after realising the only piece of clothing on your body had been a small thong. He'd noticed the small crease in the fabric, the outline of your lips. Denji had wondered what it would feel like if he'd run his fingers over the fold, but decided to focus only on what you'd agreed to give him.

You threw yourself onto the bed, wide smile as you'd beckoned the eager male forward. The mattress sank as his weight had pressed in, laying beside you. "You have one minute." You commented, though unsure how you'd be able to time the encounter while your mind had wanted nothing more than all of him. He'd nodded, reaching forward to place a hand over your chest, kneading your breast immediately. Sighing, you closed your eyes as you'd focused on how he'd handled you, his lack of experience shining through his movements. "Go softer, it hurts when you grab so hard." Brow furrowed, you instructed him, placing a hand over his own to demonstrate the pressure to add. You brought his thumb over your nipple, gently brushing over the bump as you'd fluttered open your eyes, glancing up at him.

He'd been watching intently as you'd guided him through the experience. "Suck them." Command gentle, you'd almost laughed when his eyes had widened, flickering up to your expression for confirmation. He dropped his head, hesitantly placing his lips against your nipple, sucking. Involuntarily, you'd found your back arch toward his touch, hand moving to lace within his hair. You tugged lightly, a groan from his mouth both from arousal and frustration. "Lick." The instruction had been barely audible, but he'd obeyed. A whine left your parted lips when he'd executed the action, pressing your head into the mattress below. There had been a wet patch on the cotton of your thong, arousal slick on your folds with each roll of your hips against your own clenched thighs.

Within that moment, you'd made the decision to end the encounter, before anything had gotten out of hand. Denji was your housemate, betting your chest had already been taboo, taking his virginity hadn't been how you'd wanted to further your relationship.

Six months after that encounter, you'd sworn to yourself to never do it again. Since then, you'd seen him differently, what had once been a distant acquaintance-ship had now been a valued friendship, integrating the aspect of an awkward crush. His presence had caused your body to heat up, and fight-or-flight kick in, an urge to flee whenever you'd felt his skin brush yours, an unforgettable reminder to the intimacy you'd shared. Denji had been blind to your obvious change in interacting with him, instead chalking it down to your 'time of the month', even if it would've meant your period lasting months on end. His awareness of the world had been vastly different to most people's.

"It's gonna rain." You commented, looking through the window while crossing an arm across your chest, TV quietly playing in the background. The clouds were grey, blue sky hanging heavy over the run-down apartments of Tokyo. "Nah, it won't." Denji threw his bag over his shoulder, pacing to the doorway of the lounge and passing through, making his way to exit the home. The argument had caused you to roll your eyes, shaking your head at his dismissiveness, urging him to take a jacket to his classes. "I'll bet you money you'll get caught in the rain." You'd followed him through the hall, watching as his hand had reached over the door-handle, lingering before falling back to his side. Denji turned, looking to you.

"Bet you I won't." His eyes narrowed as he'd disagreed with you. "Fine, two-thousand yen says you get caught in the rain." Smirk etched across your lips, you stretched your arm forward, palm opening and awaiting his to shake on the deal. When he'd stared at you blankly in return, your smile had faltered. "If I win, I wanna touch you again." That shit-eating grin had appeared over his cheeks, teeth shining through and eyes half closed. He'd known he was pushing it, but did so anyway. "Denji, what the fuck-" "What, scared of losing?" The blonde knew how to tick you off, competitiveness being your downfall. Thinking back to the window, you sighed, allowing him to manipulate you. "Fine. You're going to lose anyways."

He didn't lose.

After adamantly watching through the glass, waiting for the grey clouds to finally release the pent up water, you'd realised the rain wasn't coming. You'd ignored the piling uni work to instead await your win, stomach churning when you'd heard the front door opening over the mild muffle from the television, a disregarded show used only to drown out the images of Denji's hands scaling your skin. Denji had entered the home, heavy footsteps heading straight toward the lounge as he wore a proud expression, eyes landing upon your horrified face as he'd announced the result. "I win."

Even if reluctant, you couldn't deny the part of yourself that had wanted to lose the bet. Following the last encounter, Denji leaving before you'd allowed things to escalate, you'd been left touch starved. The memory of his lips on your skin, delicate fingers playing with your nipples as he'd been determined to please you. A virgin, completely malleable, he'd listened adamantly to instruction, and delivered to no ends. There was something about his enthusiasm that had been attractive, a trait not many males had displayed to you.

Denji made his way to the couch, throwing himself down beside you. Neither of you had specified what 'touch' had meant, though you'd been aware his proposition had implied going further than last time. "Where?" Your voice weak with anxiety, you questioned. Leaning on the cushions behind on his left side, Denji grazed over you with his right hand. The contact had made you shiver, skin prickling. "Y' know where." His reply had been hushed, whispering through husk. Nodding, you attempted to relax into the couch behind you, spreading your legs a little wider while yearning for his hand to fall lower. His palm rode up your inner thigh, chafing over the cotton of your pyjama bottoms - in the midst of studying, you had remained in lougewear, opting for comfort.

There was some hesitation, stilling his hand opposed to finally giving you some form of relief following the teasing you'd just endured. A few moments passed, and you'd finally looked up to his gaze, meeting brown eyes. Denji looked to be judging your reaction, opening his mouth to speak in a comforting tone. "We don't have to, y'know." Much like his touch, his voice was gentle, words flowing like honey. You'd wondered if his lips would taste like it, too. "You won the bet." Quietly inputting your opinion, Denji listened closely, eyes moving to watch your mouth formulate each syllable. "Sure?" He questioned, a light squeeze over the thick of your thigh. "I want you to." The admission was as hushed as the rest of your conversation, though had felt loud, as it had been undeniable proof that you'd thought of him more than a friend.

Denji nodded, taking a moment before allowing himself free reign. He trailed his hand upward with ease, goosebumps spreading over your skin as he'd slid over it. His touch halted before reaching your cunt, a small amount of hesitance before he'd been sure of his own actions, finally cupping you through the thin material. The fact you hadn't immediately bucked forward to press yourself into his palm had been a demonstration of self control, instead opting to keep hold on a small piece of pride.

He traced his index finger along your slit through the thin fabric, feeling the length of your folds. You'd inhaled deeply at the action, pursing your lips inward when he'd dragged the digit over your clit, a spark ignited within the pit of your stomach at the contact. Somehow, when it had come to acts of intimacy, Denji had been more perceptive than usual, noticing the way your breath had hitched when he'd rolled his finger over a certain spot. "There?" His question had been quiet, borderline inaudible, yet with your heightened senses in the moment, you'd heard him. Nodding sheepishly, you felt as he'd cupped you once more, squeezing and then rubbing back over your clit. Wetness had dampened the fabric, and you'd guessed Denji could feel moisture on his finger as he circled over you again.

Grabbing his hand, you guided him beneath the waistband of the pyjama bottoms, allowing him to touch bare skin. He grasped your sex again, kneading his fingers over the folds, only this time, he'd had no barrier. Denji sighed in appreciation, a hum in his throat as he'd explored your slick, the first pussy he'd been able to get his hands on. At this point, you'd been soaked, fingers gliding within the arousal, though maintained his attention over your clit. A stray moan had escaped your lips, head falling to rest on the cushions behind you.

Sloppy movements over your clit had increased in intensity, earning shaking breaths as you'd spread your legs wider, shamelessly grinding over the digits. With each swipe you'd felt your abdomen tighten, the familiar build up forming within the pit of your stomach. "Y-you're gonna make me cum." Stuttered words had warned Denji of the impending climax between hums of pleasure, but he hadn't halted the movements against you - instead maintaining the pace. Wide brown eyes hadn't been settled on the movements of his hand, or the curve of your body, instead latched onto your expression.

Denji had watched porn, a lot of it, obsessing over women's chests or pussies, and yet, with you he'd been unable to peel his gaze from your face, slackened expression a demonstration of your alleviation. "Fuck, Denji I-" A moan had interrupted the slurry of nonsense you'd wanted to speak, hips helplessly rolling upward as you felt yourself come undone. Stuttered whines while you'd helplessly humped against his fingers; the orgasm had hit you like a ton of bricks, radiating euphoria over your body with each roll, face heated and eyes squeezed shut.

The aftermath had been slightly awkward, Denji pulling his hand from your trousers as you'd slouched breathlessly against your couch, suddenly aware of the situation, and of the tightness of his pants. But, this had just been a bet between you - he wouldn't ask you to aid in his climax. Instead, he silently stood, glancing over your disheveled form before rushing to his room to finish himself off, sucking over the fingers he'd used against you as he fisted over his cock, painting ropes over the floorboards beneath his feet with bated breaths.

Things hadn't been the same for a few weeks, uncomfortable silences between you, embarrassment overcoming your ability to communicate with your housemate. Power had been confused, questioning Denji, though he didn't enlighten her on your few sexual encounters, leaving them between the pair of you.

As time had passed, the discomfort had faded, instead suppressing the memories within your mind. Instead, a friendship had formed between you, the usual arguments progressing to be just light bickering, eventually enjoying the company of the blonde, and vice-versa. You hadn't made a bet with him in half a year, and he hadn't made any complaints, instead learning to behave (though, at times he'd accepted gum as a bargaining chip).

Gaming nights had become a regular occurrence between the pair of you when Power had been working, though somehow tonight had been a new experience. Strip poker. A video Denji had found online, his interest sparking when he'd decided to request the lewd game for your Tuesday night. At first, you'd declined, but Denji had been persistent, and the repeated reminders that he'd "seen it before" had been enough to bargain that"if you stop bringing that up, I'll play."

The issue at hand had been that Denji had won the game. With each meticulous removal of clothing, beginning with socks, each of you ending in only a pair of underwear, you'd found yourself the one having to remove a final item. Sucking in, you stood, placing hands over hips and staring at the male seated opposite you. His eyes had remained fixated to the panties you'd been wearing, watching intently as your fingers had hooked around them, pulling the fabric downward with ease. The cotton slipped over your thighs, once over your knees, dropping to hit the floor beneath.

His appreciation to the action had been written across his face in detail, mouth ajar. There had been no prompt to take things further than they already had, yet the desire within you is what had driven you forward, fighting the inner monologue before finally whispering a pathetic two words to initiate further action. "Wanna touch?"

Denji had bolted upward, almost tripping over the coffee table as he'd made his way to you, hands outstretched. He cupped over your chest first, squeezing over the fat, kneading into your skin. Measures you'd embarrassingly learned through experience that he'd taken each time, an intense memory of the bargains you'd made with him rising to the forefront of your mind, the feeling of his fingers rubbing over you while you'd came, the eagerness he had to please you.

One thing you'd been informed of prior to the odd relationship you'd shared with him had been his first kiss. A catastrophe of a first, one he'd been unable to forget - though this had invoked a new desire within you. Perhaps if you could press your lips to his, you'd be the kiss he'd remember from now on. Or, maybe you'd simply hold the title of a first within another category, you'd been the first pussy he'd touched, how about tasted? Better yet, first time?

Denji had been caressing over you while yo'd been lost in thought, imagining the ways in which you'd have him, ultimately deciding to make a move. Placing a hand on the back of his neck, you pulled him forward. With his face inches from yours, breath fluttering into your parted lips, you closed the gap, finally feeling him against you. His movements were messy, teeth clashing against yours with his impatient nature, a desire to feel all of you against his tongue. His hands continued to grope over your bare body while your hand remained firm against the nape of his neck.

Denji tasted sweet, like candy. His mouth had been a little sticky, remnants of the cola he'd been drinking now coating your chin, the flavor abundant across your taste buds. Instead of verbally instructing him, you'd walked forward, pushing him through the doorway to make your way upstairs, his hand loosely within your own as you'd guided him toward your bedroom.

Soft sheets had enveloped your bare back, legs spread as you'd achingly pulled Denji between them, his body landing atop yours before your mouths had reconnected. Supporting himself on his forearms, he'd continued to kiss you in heated fashion. Your hands ran the length of his back, resting over the waistline of his boxers; the only thing seperating your growing wetness from his cock. A roll of your hips upward had you feeling his hardened state, a hum on your lips.

With hesitance, you broke the kiss, opening your eyes to meet his blown-out brown ones. "Are you still a virgin?" The inquiry had caused a pink hue to spread across his cheeks, a small nod in answer. "Do you want to stop?" The second question, one that had confirmed where things had been heading toward, your heart fluttering as he'd shaken his head, a small no falling from his lips. "Are you sure? Because it's fine if you don't wanna-"

Denji hadn't allowed you to finish the sentence, instead bringing a hand to cup your bare cunt, middle finger pressing to your opening. Innately, your hips had bucked upward to his touch, humming when he'd pushed a fingertip into the hole before retracting it partially to add a second. Your whine of approval had encouraged him to push farther, curving the digits as he'd pulled back to thrust them back inside once more.

His movements were slow as he'd gotten used to the sensation over his fingers, warm walls beckoning him in with each withdrawal. "Feels squishy." His comment had caught you off-guard, an exhale of amusement falling from your lips. "The fact you're in your twenties is astounding to me." You'd whispered, half scolding his childish nature, even if it had been enlightening. The giggles had been cut short as he'd quickened his pace, moving from his position above you to instead place his face at your inner thigh, watching as his fingers had disappeared inside you. Denji edged closer to your folds, before placing his tongue over you, swirling it over your clit.

Your hands had immediately met with his hair, lacing within the roots as he'd worked his tongue against you in sloppy motions, fingers amateurishly sliding in and out as he'd attempted to multitask. You'd been his test-subject, a body for him to explore, to experiment with, allowing him free reign to use. He'd enjoyed the taste of your cunt, the fluids eagerly lapped up between the thrust of his fingers, humming when you'd tugged his hair, or rolled against his tongue. His inexperience had created mess, saliva coating you from your clit to the insides of your thighs, collecting on Denji's cheeks, or on a few of the ends of his hair. Though, he hadn't minded, simply basking in the mix of substances.

A harsh tug had caused his head to pull back, eyes lazily focusing on your breathless chest as you'd coaxed him upward, repositioning himself between your thighs, this time his boxers discarded and cock free to press against the soaking cunt awaiting him. There had been no denying Denji had felt nervous, worried over messing up, or the likely conclusion that he'd cum within seconds of feeling the tight walls embrace his cock. Since the first evening you'd allowed him to touch you, he'd pictured the moment he'd finally stuff himself into the cunt he'd felt kiss his fingers.

He'd been sensitive, member harder than it had been before, red tip brushing over your clit one last time, a shiver spreading over his spine at the contact. He'd exhaled, eyes closing as he'd finally pushed into you, lewd moan leaving his lips when he'd felt the squeeze over himself. Just as he'd expected, you'd hugged him tightly, gripping over his length as he'd gone deeper. The sensation had been incomparable to any other, stomach clenching with each thrust, his mouth wide.

"You okay?" You'd asked, trying your best to focus on the male above you, though with the way he'd filled out your cunt, it'd been difficult to formulate words. Denji could only let out a pathetic nod, a groan cascading from his lips instead of a sentence. His features had been contorted, and every few thrusts he'd halted, a desperate clasp at your thighs as he'd fought the urge to cum immediately. "You can cum if you want, don't worry." You'd giggled, stomach sucking in with the pattern of laughter. After speaking the words of confirmation, Denji had sped up, hips clashing against your legs as he'd fucked into you with speed. Bringing a hand to your clit, you rubbed circles, eyes closing while your pussy had been fucked into, picking up from where Denji's tongue had left off.

When Denji had reached his climax, he'd let out a series of whines, his entire orgasm being commentated through loud moans of pleasure, face screwed up and body jittering. His cock had twitched inside you with each rope, a sloppy sound and squelching feeling as he'd offloaded his seed into your cunt, the feeling alone enough to push you over the edge.

Denji had rolled from you, chest rising and falling in a frenzy as he'd found himself pussy-drunk, and high within the euphoria of losing his virginity. As he'd found his mind once more, he'd glanced over to your nudity, then to your resting face. Denji found himself in awe of every inch of your body, unable to fathom the fact he'd managed to lose his virginity to you. Though, he wouldn't allow you to bask in his admiration, instead allowing the familiar shit-eating grin to spread across his sweat-sheaned face, rolling to lay on his side. Somehow, he'd found the energy to tease you once more, playful tone as he'd asked you; "Round two?"

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blueparadis · 1 year

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so lovesick.

[ notes ] :: this was supposed to be only for aki , a drabble but i got carried away. it's been a while i haven't written on them. | redirect to blog navigation!

[ characters ] :: aki hayakawa & yoshida hirofumi. | word count :: 1kish.

[ ! ] :: f!reader, making love, boyfriend headcanons but not really, fluff, domesticity, live-in, some n$fw headcanons + scenarios, fwb!relationship , mention of $moking & drinking.

꒰ AKI HAYAKAWA ⁠꒱

+. lovesick!aki always sits beside her during dinner just to hold her hand under the table or rest it on her thighs while leaning to grab the seasoning, even after innumerable failed attempts to occupy both her sides by Power and Denji.

+. lovesick!aki never forgets to take his girl out to dates during weekends in the name of “just a change of air” , or “exploring new cafés in town” just to see the smile on her face while having the same flavored desserts. He never gets tired of it while it boggles his mind why isn't she tired of that same damn flavor yet?

+. lovesick!aki just can not take his eyes off her whenever she is tying her hair up in a ponytail with the same rubber band that he managed to get back from power after rounds of stone-paper-scissors. It does not matter if she is within his hand's reach or not, he is still gonna press a soft peck on her nape.

+. lovesick!aki likes to watch movies with her, preferably at home, during Fridays when power and denji are asleep in other room while he is deep under the covers with his hands under her dress, his chin on her shoulder and her eyes occasionally glancing at him whenever he bucks his hips forward.

+. lovesick!aki manages, at least, two bubble bath sessions with his girl in a month. Amongst those dim lights and scented candles he thinks that she looks even more beautiful, more wild and responsive under his touches. He does not touch her much but the feeling of her skin against him makes him so dizzy that all he can think is to touch her. But he doesn't since he has to listen to her, talking about her day. His responses are a trail of hums: “mm-hm.”, “i see”, “is that so?” & just lits a cigarette thinking maybe he can, just, blow the smoke in her mouth when she's done talking.

+. lovesick!aki loves to hold y/n’s hands during sex, be it making out or or kissing her by having her up against the wall. Be it missionary or reverse cowgirl : he likes this sight of her pretty calloused fingers, painted nails interlaced with his rough ones. “Fuck, baby. . .”, he rasps as she bobs on him with his cock inside her,“ you’re getting ~mhnm— good at— at this.position.” He amends while clasping her hands at the valley of her waist as he enjoys the view of her back, riding him in reverse cowgirl.

꒰ YOSHIDA HIROFUMI ⁠꒱

+. lovesick!yoshida has y/n’s phone number saved with a different ringtone for calls and different messages tone from others so that every time she messages his heart lights up with joy even if he can't get back to her right away.

+. lovesick!yoshida never tells her about his rough days because he thinks he might be worrying too much for him, and might end up leaving him but can not really deny it when he hears her soft voice asking, “had a bad day? Wanna talk about it? It's okay. I'll just listen.”

+. lovesick!yoshida likes the idea of her waiting for him before any dates yet he is always early, always the one waiting for at least ten to fifteen minutes. She's not late, he is just early. That's all.

+. lovesick!yoshida loves to see her in little revealing clothes, especially when he is around because, with every blink of his eyes, he will look at her, mind wandering about tonight's sex and thinking of the last night so that he could see the art he did to her skin and do more.

+. lovesickyoshida never forgets the fact that y/n hates taking pills. So, there are always condoms laying at the bottom of his backpack but the thing is she rarely lets him do it and in all honesty, he likes other things — other things such as tying her hands to eat her out while jacking off, or the other way around. He is ready to explore whatever territory she will introduce to him.

+. lovesick!yoshida loves to take her from the back because it just feels so good to be inside her, feeling her body trembling at each thrust, twitching when he bites her ears, and moaning when he shoots his cum in spurs.

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thursdayisfriday · 4 months

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ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴀ ᴘʀᴇꜱᴇɴᴛ (ꜱꜰᴡ) (ᴛᴇᴀꜱᴇʀ!) ⋆˚✿˖°

⤑ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: Husband! Character x GN! Reader

⤑ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢ: Fluff, a little bit teasing and mention of bondage

⤑ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: You and your husband find a book on bondage from last Christmas and decided to try it out~

(NSFW version coming out soon)

The air was crisp and warm and the fire cracked sharply, as it danced in the fireplace. The room smell of oak added coziness to the house. The house was well lit with Christmas lights and laughs could be heard in the living room.

“Aww look at this one”, Once again you grabbed another paper film. On the front there was a picture of a little boy with messy hair and what looked like tomato sauce on his face. The little boy was pouting and held a cooking spoon in his hands that was covered in red sauce. You snickered as you moved the picture close to him so he’d be able to view the photo. “What?” He chuckled, taking the photo in his hand and looked quite puzzled. “I don’t remember this at all, but I gotta say I’m still quite the chef” He smirked, moving his eyebrows up and down while looking at you. You grinned. “Sure you are”. You rested your hands on his face, dusting off some cookie crumbs. “But you're still a messy eater, huh?”. He reddened in embarrassment as he swatted you away. “Yeah, ha ha” He said sarcastically, rolling his eyes. “I'm going to go get us some more hot coco real quick”. Pressing a quick kiss to your cheek and getting up. You grinned and looked back at him and shook your head while smiling.

He really is perfect, isn’t he. He’s such a sweetheart, always knowing what to get you when you need it. Looking back at the floor, you notice that all the pictures you guys had been looking at were now covering the rug in a messy manner, but not to worry, you guys could always fix it later. You scanned the photos and bit your lip. “Is that really all of them?”, You asked yourself quietly. Surely that couldn’t be all the old photos, there has to be more in the closet. You quickly got up making your way to the closet and pasting by the kitchen. “And where are you going?” Your husband looked up at you as he grabbed the whip cream from the fridge. “Getting more of the picture. There's more in the closet, right?”. He nodded, fixing the wipe cream on top of the hot coco. “Top left i believe”. You nodded and looked down at the cups of hot chocolate. “What? Needs more whip cream”, He grinned. “You know me so well” You smiled before running towards the closet.

Upon opening up the closet, you ignore the mess you guys had made looking for the photos. Climbing on a random box, you looked to the left for anything that looked like it held photos in it. As your eyes wandered your eyes fell on a dark green box with a red bow on it. It looked like someone had opened it but closed it back perfectly. Curious, you grabbed the box and hopped down the box you were standing on and studied the gift in your hand. Pasted on the box, a paper said: -From, Tonie -To you and your husband Have fun~. You smiled, it must have been from last Christmas you had with your friends.. ‘What could be in here?’ you thought as you tugged on the bow, not bothering to care as it had hit the floor softly. You lifted off the top of the box to reveal-

. A red rope and a book?

You looked at the items curiously and picked up the book. In bold the cover read: 100 ways to tie someone up. Before you could even react you heard your husband call out for you. “Honey? Is everything alright there?” You didn’t even know time had passed by so fast. You grinned walking to the living room again. Your husband was sitting on the floor right where you guys had been sitting to look and picture and was drinking his hot coco, but stopped to look at you. “There you are- what’s that in your hand?” He asked, confused. You waved the book in your hand and held the box in the other. “It’s a book on bondage, wanna try it out?~” You grinned and walked to sit next to him. He almost choked hearing those words come out of your mouth. “Bondage? Now? I thought we were going to look at some more picture” He fake pouted. “I know, but this could be more fun. Come on please?” You begged, sitting in front of him now.

“Nope, begging isn’t gonna work on me you know…”

. “Does it really need to be this tight?” Your husband groaned a little as he felt you tug a little on the rope. “It’s so you won’t be able to get out, remember?”. You snickered as you whispered in his ear. You made one final tug and got up. “Done!” Now he is currently kneeling on the floor with his arms behind his back. You bite your lip and sit on his lap wrapping your arms around his neck. “So..how does it feel?~” You cooed, watching as he tried to get out but failed. “Tight” He said before he gave up struggling. “You really go at tying knots, huh?~”. You rolled your eyes and cupped his face in your hand. “We should do this more often” You looked down at him and smiled as he let out a chuckle. “Yea? Next time the other way around though”. You grinned and moved your hips slightly on his lap making his breath shutter a little. “Please~ I know you like this as much as I do~” You purred.

“Of course I do, I like it when you take control, baby~”

I hope you enjoyed (⁠人⁠⁠´⁠∀⁠｀⁠)⁠｡⁠ﾟ⁠+

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mmakimasa · 9 months

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𖦹drabbles , csm ; aged up,

𖦹pairing, makima denji x fem!reader

𖦹tags, teasing, humiliation, nicknames , pet names , degradation, makima , denji , drabbles, makima x fem!reader , denji x fem!reader

!aged up Denji!

A/N: just realised the colour combo with denji

𖦹MAKIMA; fem!sub!reader

Her fingers delicately traced the contours of your plush body, the tinted pink fabric inviting to the touch. You lay together on the bed, the duvet enveloping both of you. With a mischievous glint in her eyes, she leaned in close, her voice a low murmur. "Mhm? Is someone feeling a little eager?" Her words dripped with playful taunting. Her fingers continued their journey, trailing down your body until they reached your trembling core, fully aware of the effect she had on you. Her lips grazed your neck, planting teasing kisses as she whispered, “doggy desperate?”. Makimas fingers leading down inside you, circling your clit. small moans emit you, a sly smirk creeps onto her face. "Pathetic," she spat with venom, her disdain evident as she regarded you. Lying there, you felt exposed and vulnerable, your body still trembling from the effects of her relentless teasing.

𖦹DENJI; fem!reader

His strong arms envelop your body, creating an intimate embrace as your clothed hips move in sync with his. Waves of pleasure radiate from both of you, heightening the enjoyment of the moment. He whispers, "harder," his voice filled with desire, while he leans against the back of the couch. You surrender to the tantalizing friction as you grind against him, feeling a rush of desire that weakens your knees. Even through the barrier of clothing, a moist sensation intensifies, causing a growing wetness to gather between your thighs.Denjis’ hands gripping your sides , pushing you down further if that was possible. small moans are heard from the both of you again, the warm sensation getting higher and higher with every second. his face buried in your neck, pecking it like it was his last meal. “c’mon , ya can do it,” he whispers into your ear. you feel your panties become soaked, very soaked. his hands trace your figure up and down, your clothes blocking his view so why not just take em off? your not gonna need them later.

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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀─── ⠀ ⠀⠀ wicked games⠀ 〳 ⠀ a.hayakawa ‵

❪ ♡ ❫ ─── ( synopsis ) the story of japan's biggest rockstar aki hayakawa

♡ ˙ ˖ ✧ — reading discretion is advised: female reader, her/she pronouns, female anatomy, rockstar!aki, therapist!reader, written with black reader in mind, drug usage, alcohol usage, mentions of rehab, dark content, obsessive!aki, panty stealing, panty sniffing, not even going lie don't know nothing about therapist occupation so i apologize now, mentioned bi!aki, solo masturbation, implied oral (m.receiving), implied missionary position, mentions of relationships with himeno & angel, aki's thoughts in italics, wc: 4k, loosely inspired by wicked games by the weekend. can also read & leave kudos on ao3 pls.

♡ ˙ ˖ ✧ — entry for @okhotel #XO♡. thee collab

HIS LEGS SPREAD APART AS HE LISTENED TO THE LADY IN FRONT OF HIM TALK. His dark eyes couldn’t stop looking at how her lips looked as she articulated every syllable of each word that rolled off her tongue. Or she would constantly switch legs to cross them so that he couldn’t get a glimpse of the panties she wore. To Aki Hayakawa’s guess, they had to be red, Fenty brand, seamless because it was tacky to wear a pencil skirt and have the seam to your panties showing—and very easy to push to the side to see her pussy lips glisten with her own slick.

What the fuck, Aki? Why are you having these thoughts about your therapist, you fuckin’ perv.

“Mr. Hayakawa, did you hear me?” Her head tilts to the side, wondering where he stared off to.

Aki clears his throat as he adjusts himself in his seat. He leans back to make himself comfortable—spreading his thighs slightly before sighing.

Once again, they’re traveling down to her lips as she repeats the question he somewhat hears. The vivid image of her pretty mouth wrapped around his cock swirled around his head—like a carousel that goes around and around. The thought of how the flat of her tongue could lick at the one vein that pops up on Aki’s cock when he’s hard. Or how those kissable lips would place a kiss on the tip of his mushroom-shaped tip, collecting his salty precum effortlessly. She’ll probably sound so pretty as she gags on his cock. She’ll look even more stunning with a thick cum shot on her face.

Fuck, Aki—there you go again.

“Your relationships with Angel and Himeno? They seem to be very prominent relationships in your life.” She says. “With Angel being your bandmate. Himeno being a longtime friend..”

“They were, but they left. Just like everyone else,” Aki let out the most depressing sigh before his eyes met with the woman in front of him. “But, I moved on. You have to do it when you’re an international Grammy-winning rockstar.”

“Did you?” Her eyebrows raised curiosity as she rolled her black ink pen around her fingers.

“Did I, what?” Aki asked.

“Get over them? If you don’t have the proper time to heal from someone leaving your life, you’re prone to turn to toxic things to help you temporarily cope rather than heal,” She explains.

Aki’s mouth went dry hearing that statement come out of her pretty mouth. The same mouth he just was visualizing his cock was buried in. He sinks further in his seat—realizing that he did cope in such an odd way regarding his past relationships. Himeno broke up with him, and he turned to drinking. Angel left him, and he turned to partying and drugs. He went to defend his actions, but the timer went off, indicating that their hour together had ended.

“I have spoken to your manager and hope to get at least two more sessions in before you go to rehab, Mr. Hayakawa.” She says. “From what I’ve been told, you’ll most likely have a different therapist, but If you’re comfortable, I can set up where we can meet virtually.”

“I would prefer that.” Aki fiddled with the silver rings on his finger before standing up. His hand went up to rub the back of his nervously. “I wish you were stuck listening to my problems all the time.” His crystal blue eyes met with hers as she chuckled at his statement.

“Goodnight, Mr. Hayakawa.”

“Goodnight.”

Their time together always ended like this. Just Aki staring at her as his crystal blue eyes examine her lips and then eye her up and down—then he’ll leave with the lewd image of how she’ll look without clothes on. It was sick that he imagined her like that. She was so kind. So sweet, delicate, endearing, and the list goes on. Sadly, despite her kindness in a world that hated his guts at the moment—he deduced her to be a sexual object. That’s because you’re sick in the head, Aki. Everything you touch, you ruin.

He pushed his hands further into his leather jacket, fishing for his box of cigarettes and lighter. He placed the nicotine-rolled stick in between his lips and lit the cigarette. His eyes stared at the shiny silver lighter engraved with his name—a present from Angel that he held onto even when it was on the verge of being used up. It was the last thing Aki had that reminded him of him. You would hold onto a little lighter if one of the people you’ve loved left you, wouldn’t you?

Aki saw his driver perfectly in the parking lot waiting for him. He is watching a lousy football game when he is supposed to call Aki immediately after his therapy sessions to ensure he doesn’t go exploring around the city. That was a specific task from Aki’s manager after his last sessions with another therapist—Aki landed a very exclusive TMZ story of his dangerous and toxic behavior. It wasn’t that bad. He only nearly cracked his skull in half because he was drunk and attempted to skateboard. Also, maybe he tried to have sex with a stranger too. That night was a complete blur.

“It’s been such a long day, but it’s Friday. Let’s go out for drinks.” He heard a familiar voice.

His eyes glanced toward the laughter and saw her—his therapist.

“Y/N, you’re the therapist of that insane rockstar Aki Hayakawa. You need it more than us.” Another woman says. “I mean, have you read the shit TMZ says about him? What has he done? You’ll probably need a session when you’re done with him.”

Aki’s fist clenched at the words that were being said about him. His head hung low as he lost his appetite to finish his cigarette. He let it fall to the ground, and his foot crushed it.

“He’s a nice person. You guys aren’t his therapist, so you wouldn’t understand. Who is buying the first round of shots at Mickey’s?” She linked arms with her co-worker and eventually walked towards the other parking lot.

Aki now walked to his driver so quickly. The dark-haired rockstar nearly startled the older gentleman when he climbed into the car. He would lean forward, smiling at the man. “Can we make a quick stop before you drop me off?” He gives the man driving him around through highs and drunken hiccups a cheeky smile.

“Your manager made it clear that I must take you home immediately, Aki.”

“That’s no fun. I’ll be quick. I’m just dropping in to say hello and then leaving. It’s just a bar I found out an old friend works at.”

Aki was good at three things. Sex, songwriting, and lying. He honestly thought lying was his best quality about himself. After all, he was sure all celebrities were good at it. Lying and saving face so your precious fans won’t view you as something else despite behind the scenes & signed NDAs, it was completely different. No matter what good morals you had in Hollywood, as long as you were a part of the celebrities—you had some dirt on you.

His driver sighed before he buckled his seatbelt. “I’m giving you fifteen minutes. If you’re not out in fifteen—”

“You’ll call my manager, and he’ll throw me back into rehab. I know the story already,” He says with a smile.

He told his driver the same bar that Y/N would be at. His ears perked up after hearing the GPS state that the bar was only ten minutes from their location. Aki was thinking about what he could say to her. Perhaps buy her a drink before she lectures him about how this environment wasn’t the safest considering his sobriety streak. Yeah, that pretty mouth of hers is going to lecture me.

The weekend for nine-to-five workers who needed a drink to hype up their relaxing weekend started some bar. His driver parked in the crowded parking lot of the bar. Aki assumed that it must have been Friday rush hour for the bar. “Just fifteen minutes.” His driver says to him before he goes back to watching the sports game he was previously watching.

“Uh-huh, sure.” Aki sarcastically admits while he climbs out of the car.

Aki walked into the bar and instantly searched for her. He ignored the murmurs of strangers who immediately recognized those crystal blue eyes from his first album cover. When he spotted Y/N in the back of the bar all alone, he knew that this was the perfect opportunity to latch onto his prey. She was alone, enjoying her Friday evening off—sipping her drink and bopping her head to the music playing. Before he could even step away, two women approached him. One of the women eyed him before the alcohol she consumed finally made her realize who she was standing in front of.

“Oh my god! You’re Aki Hayakawa! I love your music!”

Aki wasn’t sure how a person’s shrieks of excitement could also come out like a horrible slur. He forced a smile on his face glancing in the direction of Y/N. Mentally cursing at himself when he sees some guy approach her. Fuck, there goes your perfect opportunity. Get rid of him, Aki. Get him away from her.

“Can we get your autograph?” The other drunkenly asked.

“How about you find me a sharpie, and I’ll sign where ever you ladies like,” He gives them a grin and watches as their cheeks glow as bright as the pink blush sprinkled on their heated cheeks.

As if he had just assigned them to save the planet, the two of them disappeared into the crowded bar to let Aki continue his journey to claim his prey. The closer he got to Y/N, she finally noticed who was walking towards her, and her smile from the friendly conversation with the guy next to her dropped. She placed her drink on the table where she was standing and decided to bridge the gap between herself and Aki.

“You shouldn’t be here.” Her tone of voice came off as demanding, disappointing, and dreadful.

Here come the lecture and the lie.

“I’m here to meet a friend that’s in town.” Aki’s eyes soften, just like the lie he just told.

“And you couldn’t meet in a cafe or something?” Y/N asks. She didn’t even let him finish his sentence before she’s gripping at the sleeve of his black leather jacket to drag him toward the entrance.

It was a poor excuse to try to get him to bulge, “I’m not going to drink. Plus, I kind of miss the atmosphere of a bar. It reminds me of the old days when my band first started.”

“But your sobriety, as your therapist—I just don’t think this is safe at all. This friend of yours doesn’t per se have your best interest if they want to meet here of all places. Where the hell is your driver?.”

Aw, she actually cares about you.

Aki’s eyes glanced at the bar, searching for something that could cause him to stay. So that he could spend more time with her, his ocean-blue eyes twinkled, seeing the unattended pool table in the corner of the bar. “I’ll go home. Let’s just play one game of pool. Just one game.”

He watches as her lips part to argue against his decision. He knew her so well that she knew he would go back and forth with her until he got what he wanted. She pointed out that he did that a lot when communicating with people when they first met. That meeting didn’t go quite well, but it did help them grow to where they are right now.

Well, when you put it that way, Aki, you make it seem like you are together. You’re not…yet.

“I don’t even know how to play pool.” He hears her say.

“I can teach you,” Aki says. “It’s not that hard.”

He watches as her plump lips part to speak but is interrupted by the two girls from earlier—the group of women huddles around him with so many questions and comments. Not only did they find a sharpie marker, but they also brought their whole group of friends with them. Aki even could see the glare that Y/N was giving him as he was just signing women's boobs left and right. Before he could even autograph the last person, Y/N grabbed his wrist to drag him towards the exit.

“It’s time to go,” She yells as she drags him out of the bar.

When the crisp air hits both of him, he watches as she glances around, searching for his driver. “We’re going home. That environment was not safe for you. You know this, Aki.” She sighs.

As soon as Y/N spotted the luxury car, it didn’t take much as she dragged Aki towards it. She opened the door to let him climb in first before she followed behind him. She sit down next to him after giving his driver her address. The situation felt so familiar to him. His manager once dragged him out of a bar an hour before he had a concert. Yes, he had to cancel the show and nearly got dropped from his record label.

The car ride to Y/N’s place was filled with Y/N asking his driver many questions and somewhat scolding him about even letting him stop at a bar. Aki couldn’t help but chuckle at her words until he could feel the car stop.

“Goodnight, Aki. Be sure to go straight home after this. No more pit stops at any—.” Her words were interrupted by Aki.

“Can I use your bathroom?” Aki asked.

He didn’t have to use the bathroom. Just another plan to let Aki be in her presence, just a little longer. He watches as she rolls her eyes and just nods. They walked into her apartment complex, and he noticed how Y/N greeted everyone who bypassed them. Even down to the little kid hugging their father’s leg as they were in the mailroom. She was so kind. So pure.

“This seems like a nice place to stay,” Aki says as they step into the elevator.

“It’s okay. My neighbor tends to give me baked goods when she’s going through a breakout so that I could give him a listening ear.” She says. “I accept them because the guy makes some pretty good brownies.” She chuckles.

Aki chuckled, and his lips even formed a smile. When the elevator door started moving, the two were standing in silence. Aki’s hand itched to ask if she was seeing anyone. He didn’t see any wedding ring, but he didn’t want to be blindsided by a man in Y/N’s kitchen sipping orange juice out of the bottle when he entered her place. But Aki had to respect her boundaries. He followed her to her apartment, and when she unlocked the door to let the two of them in.

When Aki stepped into Y/N’s apartment, he took in his surroundings as he walked further into Y/N’s apartment. He took in her apartment, and instantly he felt at home. The lingering smell of lavender traveled up his nostrils as he glanced around the place, completely starstruck. His blue eyes scanned around the place, taking in the family photos on the wall, her massive book collection, and even her cat that brushed against his leg to get familiar with him.

“The bathroom is down the hall on the left, right near my bedroom.” She says as she slides her feet into the house slippers and kneels down to pick up her cat.

Aki nods as he watches her kiss her cat's head and mumbles about giving them some food. He made his way to the bathroom, even though he didn’t even have to use the bathroom. He selfishly wanted to savor every second with her, even if that meant pretending to have to use the bathroom. As Aki turned on the sink water, he couldn’t help but stare at himself in the mirror. He did look much better compared to months ago. Formerly, Aki didn’t look like himself. His skin was much duller as if he was two seconds away from his death. His eyes used to droop like he had difficulty sleeping on tour. Since he stopped drinking and doing drugs, he was slowly becoming himself again. Himeno and Angel would have loved that.

As he finished washing his hands, he couldn’t help but wonder if it was because of her. He had gone through so many therapists that he had lost count and his manager grew a headache even having to find another therapist. Y/N made him feel so comfortable. He enjoyed talking to her and being in her presence so much that he could tell he was getting attached. Obsessively attached.

It’s best not to get attached, Aki. She’ll leave you. Himeno did it. Angel did it. What makes her so different?

“She’s different. I know it.” He mumbles as he collects one of the spare hand towels that Y/N folded neatly on the shelves.

He was just drying his hands and ready to drop the towel in the basket that was in the bathroom until a particular piece of clothing caught his attention. His eyes stared at the red lace fabric as his teeth nibbled on his lower lip. A sigh of desperation exited his mouth before he eagerly dug his hand into the basket to collect the red thong on top of the laundry in the basket. He shoved the fabric deeply into his pockets and made his exit. His steps were quick towards the door to avoid Y/N, who was in the kitchen. He didn’t even bother to yell out a goodbye with the newest precious souvenir in his pocket. His heart pounded so quickly, similar to the feeling of him being on stage performing. How can such a little task like stealing your therapist's panties give off the same adrenaline rush from snorting a line of coke and then going to perform for millions of people?

It’s because you’re getting attached, Aki.

Aki Hayakawa could have any person in the world except for her. His therapist. The old him would have been furious at the thought. How can someone like Y/N not pick up that he was interested in her? Aki tonight had to respect her boundaries, respect the rules. So instead, he would only continue to live in his own delusions as he lay in bed at night staring at the ceiling. The crescent moon twinkling through the curtains and the wind blowing against his window caused his room to feel a bit colder.

I wish she were here.

Of course. Y/N could keep him warm. In many ways, he could think of it, but it was one particular way he couldn’t escape. No matter how often he thinks about something else, his mind keeps going to one vivid image. He bet she enjoyed missionary. She probably enjoyed seeing the men who pleasured her face quiver in pure bliss as they were balls deep inside her. Aki would have loved it. The mere thought caused his cock to grow hard instantly. He shifted in bed uncomfortably—realizing that his boner would bother him until he did something about it. It wasn’t like he could call up his ex-flings for a late-night hookup. In his third session with Y/N, he had already established that both of them hated his guts. Then it was beyond a reach to call Y/N. She was so clueless about his feelings toward her.

He rolled over on his back to stare up at his ceiling. The thought of her moving around in his mind caused his skin to be decorated with goosebumps. The way her lips curled into a smile sent a chill down his spine. The sound of her laughter and voice was like an intoxicating drug he didn’t want to let go of. How could she make him feel this type of way?

His slender fingers toyed with the grey sweatpants band covering his lower half. Due to the discomfort of his boner, Aki had kicked the thin grey-colored sheet off his body. The only thing that could be heard in his room was the sound of his faint breathing before he uttered a curse word and eventually rolled the sweatpants down his toned thighs. Aki’s kicking the sweatpants and boxers off quickly before making himself comfortable. He grabs his other pillow and places it behind his head to get a better view of what he is about to do. Just as Aki was about to let his hand clutch upon his cock, he remembered the little treat he had stolen from Y/N’s place that night he took her home. His lips curl into a devious smirk before he reaches in the dark oak-colored nightstand next to his king-sized bed. His hand grabbed the red lace thong he hand took as a souvenir to remember his favorite therapist.

Gosh, you have hit a low, Aki. But that’s okay. You’re so close to becoming a better person for her.

He collected some spit from his mouth before palming his cock. In Aki's mind, he just couldn’t stop thinking about her. He wondered how she did it. Does she let her plush lips suck on the tip while she glides her hands up and down the shaft? Does she ensure it’s covered in as much saliva as possible because the messier, the better? Any way, she did it, turned Aki on. Subtle groans reverberated by his lips as he guided his right hand up and down his shaft. He attempted so badly to mimic how he thought Y/N would do it. His left hand palmed at the red lace in his hand as he groaned out whines of Y/N’s name with each stroke of his hardened cock.

“Fuck.” Aki breathes out while letting his head fall back on the fluffy pillow propped behind his head.

His eyes watered due to the intense pleasure that felt much better than the temporary high he chased when he did drugs. This just felt so much better to Aki. It was better than the euphoric feeling after taking molly. It was better than the mellow feeling after smoking weed.

For another five minutes, Aki was palming his cock until he could feel the pit of his stomach on fire. He was so close to cumming, and he knew it would be so much of it. The grip of the red thong in his left hand was just as tight as how he massaged his pink-shaded tip before stroking his shaft once more. His eyes darted to the red thong in his hand. The thoughts he had in his mind were so sinister he knew that Satan himself was shaking his head. This was going to make him cum. He just knew it.

He brought the lace piece of fabric to his nose; the only thing he smelled was her. A comforting scent that brought him at ease but turned him on even more. If Aki concentrated hard enough, he could feel his cock twitch in the immersive grasp he had it in using his right hand. Palming it quicker than usual as he sniffs Y/N’s panties. His breathing grew uneasy with each pump of his cock. His thumb massaged his tip once more, imagining her doing this to him. That it was her who was palming his thick cock just the way he liked it. He inhaled one last sniff of Y/N’s panties before his body was forced off the pleasurable cloud of cumming. Thick ropes of cum shoot out Aki’s cock; just like he predicted, it was so much of it. He wasn’t sure if it was because he felt like the scent of Y/N’s panties was an aphrodisiac or if he was just a fuckin’ a hornball. Maybe, it was both.

As Aki finally came down from his temporary thrill, he stared up at the ceiling, completely out of breath and exhausted. His eyes glanced over at the red thong intertwined in his left-hand fingers.

Gosh, I will miss that woman when I go away.

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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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