#hayakawa aki smut
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Kitchen Call
Content: Aki tries to take a phone call, but you distract him.
Disclaimers: 18+, Minors DO NOT interact, afab reader, no mention of reader pronouns, no description of reader other than they have thick hair (Aki pulls their hair…), established relationship, pet name (‘missy’, ‘baby’), the word p*ssy, gettin’ it from behind, dirty talk, Aki gets a little rough with reader, squirt, some implied butt stuff?… I think that’s all.
word count: 2291
Note: This is longer than I anticipated; I'm sorry if it drags out.
Occasionally, Aki will have to take a work call at home during the weekends. Whether it was his superior checking in on his roommates, or one of his subordinates calling for advice, he was expected to be available.
The phone only rang twice that afternoon, Aki rushing from the comfort of his couch into the kitchen to snatch it from the receiver before the third. His voice was smooth and low when he greeted one of the new recruits over the line.
Hearing his voice echo softly from the kitchen interrupted your thoughts while you folded the laundry; you couldn't help but peek from the bedroom. Spying on him, you admire how confident but patient he sounded, and how he’s willing to take time out of his day to help someone. Aki’s one of the best at what he does for work, in addition to being the rock of the ‘family’ at home. He works so hard, and never asks for anything in return.
The way he’s leaning against the counter, shifting his weight as he listens intently over the phone, he’s a sight to see. His hair, normally tied up tightly on the top of his head, is unusually loose today. It is Saturday after all, so he’s dressed casually. Pieces of his soft, jet-black hair fall against his neck, tangled with each other. His bangs keep brushing in his eyes, and he tries to pull them behind his ear with his free hand.
Feeling elated at how perfect he is, you're reminded of how he belongs to you. And you want him to feel good.
The pads of your feet are nearly silent as you creep into the kitchen. Once you’re directly behind him, his lean back slightly arched as he’s tapping his fingers on the counter, you rest your hands on his shoulders. He doesn’t turn around, the tension in his body softens from your touch. You both are the only ones home that day, so he isn’t startled by you.
You rest your forehead on his back, letting your hands slide down his biceps, gently. He loves your little touches; nuzzling your face into him randomly.
His lips curve upwards as he nods, “Yes, I heard you. This coming week we can plan how we’d like to approach the upcoming mission..”
Aki continues his conversation, letting you grope his toned biceps. He tries not to smile too much while you feel him up, but you're so cute when you can't keep your hands off of him. If anyone else had come into the kitchen and interrupted him, there’d be hell to pay.
You inhale him, grazing your lips across the old t-shirt he’s wearing. It’s been worn so many times, the fabric is thinning in certain areas. You’ve worn it before too. Aki’s gotten a little mad before because you keep stealing it from him, and it ends up in your drawers instead of his.
As much as you like wearing it, you love when he’s wearing it. The way it drapes over his shoulders, the collar beginning to stretch over time, revealing his collarbones… the dip in his neck. You like watching him do mundane things around the house when he’s wearing the shirt; how it falls open when he bends over while vacuuming, revealing a clear view of his lean chest.
It’s insane how he doesn’t understand how sexy he is. How fucking beautiful he is.
You drag your hands up his back, fingertips massaging his stiff muscles. Aki likes when you scratch his back; he drops his head lightly while he continues humming affirmations over the phone. He relaxes more as you dig your fingers into the space between his shoulder blades.
Your excitement begins to swell at the thought of how you can make him feel good like this, how he surrenders almost always to your touch. Slowly, your hands trail over his abdomen, fisting the old shirt up in your palms to reveal his tummy. Aki huffs through his nose, your warm hands surprising him. He tries to turn his head to face you, but you shrink away, hiding behind him playfully.
“uh–no, we’ll have to get that information from…,” he stammers, still trying to have a coherent conversation with the recruit.
Pressing your mouth against his back, you chuckle. He acts like he doesn't want you playing with him like this; he could easily overtake you with one arm and push you out of the room. But he turns forward, trying to divert his attention back to the phone.
Aki sighs unintentionally, making the recruit think he’s irritated with him, which is partially true. But the poor guy has no idea that you're dragging your fingertips across the waistline of his jeans. His happy trail is soft, gets fuller as it leads from his belly button, and disappears under his boxers. You drag your fingers along the trail, twisting the hairs lightly between your fingers.
Aki’s abdomen flexes when you do this, and he pushes the end of the phone past his chin to look down. He can see the bulge appearing beneath his jeans, becoming harder against his thigh while you continue toying with his waist.
A melodic giggle escapes your mouth when he reaches back to grab you abruptly. His big hand grasps your waist, fingers digging into your side; he can’t decide if he should push you away or keep you right where you are.
Smiling mischievously, you bury your face into him more. You snake your hand lower to his growing bulge and give it a quick squeeze. His mouth drops open, watching your pretty hand rub him. It's been a few moments too long since he’s spoken to the recruit, and you can hear a faint voice still yapping away.
With his arm still wrapped around you from behind, you fiddle with the button of his jeans popping it open and proceed to unzip him.
Aki exhales quickly, “Huh– well, why don't we discuss the details of it on Monday…w-we could meet in the lobby…” he’s stammering now.
His cock is rock hard now, and you struggle to pull it out of his boxers, trying to be gentle so as not to hurt him, but your lustful urges are getting impatient. He feels so warm and heavy in your hand, with perfect girth. Once he plops out, you give him a few lazy strokes before letting go, his dick resting against the kitchen counter. Aki’s arm falls away from your waist and he tries turning around to face you again, his lustful culprit.
Stepping back, you mouth to him, “Hang-up-the-phone.”
Wide-eyed, he clears his throat, “Ahem–I apologize but I’ll need to call you back in a few minutes. Yes, yes, that's fine, I have your number. Yes–goodbye.” He quickly hangs the phone on the receiver with a ‘click’ and turns back to you.
“Are you trying to get me fired, missy?”
You coyly take a step back from him and in turn, he steps forward. His cock is still sticking out the top of his jeans, prominent and hard. Aching. All because of you.
All you can do is smile at him, teasingly, your grin infectious, “No, of course not. I just thought I could help you,” you dart your eyes between his legs.
He gives you a dubious look, lifting his chin, “Oh, yeah? You thought this would help me?” he holds his cock with one hand, firmly. Seeing him hold it, how his fingers wrap so elegantly along his length makes your pussy ache.
The throb is too much, and you have to rub yourself. Biting your lip, your hand slides over your shorts and you press firmly into your swollen lips, feeling the wetness seeping through the cloth.
Seeing you grope yourself, so needy, makes him twitch in his hand. So he leans back against the counter and proceeds to pull his jeans down to his thighs; toned, and covered in soft downy hair. They lead up to his groin; get darker and fuller over his pelvis, with his balls nestled sweetly in his bush. They’re full and heavy, the kind that makes you want to bury your face in them.
Breathily, he sighs, “c’mere, baby,”
You rush to him, letting your hands snake under his old shirt before your mouths crash together. The eagerness of your kisses makes him chuckle against your mouth. Aki holds your face firmly with both hands. Kissing him makes you feel like you’re on fire; a delicious fire that you welcome.
The heat emanating from your core spreads into your abdomen, then into your heaving chest as he sucks on your tongue. You can feel his cock pressed against your tummy, so warm and firm. And wet.
“I want you right now, please,” your moans are needy and shameless.
“What do you want, baby?” He manages to slur between sloppily kissing you, pulling you closer into him. Aki knows what you want…he just needs to hear you say it. He fists his hands in your hair, knuckles protruding out of the thick mass, and whispers “Tell me what you want,”
Gasping at the sudden grip he has, your voice half-chokes, “I… I want you inside me, I want you closer to me…”
Aki nuzzles his nose to yours, adoring the sound of your voice.
“Yeah? And how do you want me inside you…how should I do it?”
He pulls your head to the side and gives your neck soft, slow kisses. Your low whimpers are uncontrollable, the juxtaposed sensation of his sweet kisses in contrast to the sting you feel from your scalp.
“…from behind,” you choke, “—I want you t’fuck me from behind.”
Your words ignite inside him, and he loosens the grip on your hair, leaving kisses across your soft face, across your lips, adoring you. You feel so helplessly lost in the anticipation of what’s next, kissing him back as he pushes you to the counter. Breaking away from your mouth, he flips you around, pushing you flatly to the surface.
Aki lifts his shirt up over his head in one swoop, dropping it near your face. His body is chiseled, defined by lean muscles, the veins in his forearms seeming more prominent than normal. He pulls your shorts down, the plush of your ass enticing him to kiss the curves as he pulls them from your feet. Feeling feverish from your taste, he licks a quick strip up your pussy lips, between your cheeks, making your legs quiver.
He grabs your ass and pulls you apart, wasting no time, lapping at your folds. As many times as he's eaten you out from behind, it still feels so vulnerable. The apples of your cheeks get hot, a hint of embarrassment mixed with ungodly pleasure from his wet tongue.
“You make me crazy, you know that?” he slurs between his sloppy licks.
Your mind wanders for a split second, reminded of how you're both alone today and how thankful you are that the roommates won't be back for a while. They'd never recover if they walked through that front door and witnessed this obscene position: you naked from the waist down, belly first, sprawled over the kitchen countertop, with Aki on his knees, nose buried in your ass, pants still snug around his naked thighs.
The phone rings. He pulls away quickly, face shining with your juices, and remembers how he needs to call the guy back. It’s been much longer than a few minutes at this point. He utters a low “shit” and stands up behind you, his jeans starting to sag to his ankles.
Pushing back on him, your ass jiggling on his length, you tell him “Better hurry up,”
Without another word, Aki grabs your hips, positioning himself, sliding his swollen head through your folds, until he’s able to sink in effortlessly. Once he’s inside, his pace is relentless. Your whole body bounces on the countertop; your ass and thighs rippling with each thrust of his hips.
Lewd sounds of his hips smacking your ass fill the kitchen. You know when he’s getting close because his rhythm gets sloppy; switching between clean, hard thrust to grinding upward, lifting your feet off the tiles. He fucks you so well. Especially when he’s in a rush.
The phone stops after the fifth ring. He’s still grinding into you, desperate to finish. Looking back at him, you see he’s flushed, eyes fixated on where you’re connected. The angle of his thrust starts hitting the right spot inside you, and your legs go slack. Relaxing, you lean on the counter, and concentrate on the feeling of him pounding your g-spot.
“oooh— you’re gonna make me cum,”
Even in his rushed state, he still wants you to finish first. He knows having you gush all over him will make his climax feel better than anything. Aki continues grinding upward, hitting your spongy spot. The sound of your voice mixed with the visual of you struggling to keep yourself grounded, hands searching for something to grip is getting him closer.
It happens when you least expect it; your walls fluttering around his length, your hot essences drenching the both of you. Aki groans at the warmth as it drips down your thighs, and it only takes a few more pumps till he’s pulling out, laying his pulsing cock on your ass as it spurts across your back.
Trying to catch your breath with the high still rushing through your limbs, the phone rings again. Panting, Aki squeezes your hips and laughs; you both smiling at each other's fucked out faces. He yanks his jeans up from his ankles and shuffles to the phone, snatching it from the receiver.
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Circumstances ⧸ Aki Hayakawa.𖥔 ݁ ˖
summary: Trapped inside the hotel that has been taken over by the eternity devil, your superior: Hayakawa Aki, is the only comfort you've found. As the days go by, you find yourself seeking more than just comfort from your usually stoic leader.
༞ Contains...! smut, porn with a slight plot, and a sprinkle of fluff, only one bed trope, virgin!aki, inexperienced!aki, touch starved!aki, consent, dry humping, handjob, pussyjob, no penetrative sex, pillow talk, confessions, overall very soft and clumsy, the reader lovingly teases aki throughout the entirety of this fic
༞ AFAB Reader.
༞ 3,064 words.
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It had been days.
Days; since you first stepped foot inside this forsaken hotel with your unit. Your Captain, Aki, was the only individual keeping your crew from losing their minds. Although, Kobeni was way beyond saving at this point.
You tried to stay optimistic, putting your trust in your Captain. You had no reason to doubt him, anyway. You admired Aki. If he asked you to follow him blindly, you would.
Aki always made you feel safe; it would be a lie if you said you had not fallen for him.
You admired every version of Aki, but your favorite side of him was the one only you got to see. The Aki who helped you get stronger, never giving up on you even when you stumbled and screwed up. The Aki who would go out after a harsh mission and eat almond tofu with you. The Aki that allowed himself to smile when he was in your presence, letting himself forget about his trepidations. Even if it was briefly before you witnessed the sorrow creep back into his cerulean eyes.
You could not help but feel as though Aki might have a soft spot for you. He always requested to be stationed with you on assignments and spoke highly of you to Miss Makima when you did exemplary work.
So when you got paired up to share a room with the captain himself, you could hardly contain your excitement.
Arai and Kobeni were in shambles, so Power locked them in a room together. She laughed menacingly on the outside from the sounds of them wailing and shrieking. Power and Denji took the next room, unintentionally pairing themselves up. You could hear them bickering through the thin walls before it got quiet. Ultimately, assuming that Denji must have fallen asleep.
And then there was Aki and yourself.
You would be lying if you said the prospect of sleeping in the same bed as your crush didn’t excite you, just a little bit. You knew it was wrong, considering the situation was less than ideal. You secretly wished your first time sharing a bed with Aki would be under better circumstances, but there’s no time like the present.
You could’ve sworn you saw Aki's cheeks flush when he noticed there was only one bed before he blurted out,
“I’ll take the floor. You take the bed.“
A frown etched its way into your visage, coming up with a solution to change his mind on the spot.
“But, Mister Hayakawa, I think it would be safest if we stuck together and stayed as close as possible. Who knows what the eternity devil might do next? It might try to separate us, so we must have eyes on one another at all times. That’s why we all paired up in the first place, right?”
You watched as he lit a cigarette, inhaling deeply and holding it in his lungs for a few beats before ultimately exhaling with a sigh. You could tell he was thinking over your proposition from the way his eyebrows knit together.
“Alright, you have a point. But only if you are comfortable with that.”
Your eyes lit up as he agreed to your proposal. You turned on your heel, making your way toward the messily made bed. Trying to conceal your grin from Aki.
“Of course I’m comfortable! You always make me feel safe, Mister Hayakawa.”
Aki's cheeks dusted a pretty pink from your words. With your back still turned, you kicked your shoes off. Shrugging off your blazer before rolling up the sleeves of your white button-down. He took another drag of his cigarette, making slow strides toward the bed. Aki propped his sword against the nightstand before unbuttoning his suit jacket. Trying his hardest not to overthink resting beside you.
“I will only need a few hours until I am back on patrol, but I want you to get as much rest as possible. I will try my best not to wake you when I leave.”
All you could do was nod in agreement as you lifted the covers, making yourself as cozy as you could; regarding the circumstances.
You turned on your side from beneath the sheets, observing Aki as he put his cigarette out. He slipped his shoes off, lifting his side of the duvet before crawling underneath. He was as stiff as a board as he rested flat against the bed. You could tell he was nervous, and you were not sure if it was because of the proximity or because of the devil, which was still at large.
“Mister Hayakawa, are you okay? You look a bit tense.”
Aki let out a deep sigh. He turned his head slightly so that he could glance at you before he spoke softly.
“It’s just… I want to make sure we all get out of here alive without having to sacrifice anyone. Defeating this devil, getting the gun devil chunk, and making sure you get out of here unharmed, are my top priorities.”
You felt your cheeks heat up from his words. To learn that Aki prioritized your well-being in such a way made your heart flutter.
“Don’t worry mister Hayakawa! With you being our captain, I have no doubts that we will succeed in all of those departments. Also, don’t feel like you need to bear the burden on your own. You can lean on me, I promise.”
Your words forced Aki’s chest to tighten. You put so much faith into him, and knowing that you believed in him to such an extent eased his mind. For the time being.
Aki took in a deep breath before sitting up swiftly. He reached over toward the lamp resting atop the night table, tugging on the copper string. Enveloping you both in complete darkness.
“Thank you… Now get some rest. I’m sure we have a long day ahead of us,”
Aki whispered, turning on his side to face you. A tight-lipped smile pulled at his lips before he finished his thought.
“And one more thing, you don’t need to call me Mister Hayakawa while we’re on the job. You can always call me Aki. You know that, right?”
You watched as he tucked a hand under his pillow for support, adjusting slightly to let himself slump further into the bed. A small giggle slipped past your lips from his words before you retorted,
“Of course, I know that! I just figured you liked it when I addressed you as Mister Hayakawa. I mean, considering how your ears turn a pretty shade of pink when I do.”
You teased. Inching yourself closer to your superior from where you lay atop the mattress. Practically sharing the same air at this point.
“Hey, cut that out.”
Was all Aki could blurt out before he turned his back toward you. He silently thanked the darkness for shrouding the room, concealing the rosiness that painted his face.
That didn’t stop you from shifting impossibly closer. You pressed your chest against the expanse of Aki's back, closing the distance between you two before letting your arm sling around his hip.
“I’m sorry, Mister Hayakawa… I didn’t mean to tease.”
Your voice laced with faux innocence. But Aki could hardly focus on the words you spoke only moments ago. The feeling of your arm wrapped around his midsection and your chest pressing into him had his brain short-circuiting.
Physical affection was not something Aki was used to by any means, and the fact that you were the one touching him made his head spin even further. Aki felt comfortable with you. He cherished the time you spent together, more than he let on.
“Yes, you did. Do you take me for one of those idiots over in the next room?”
Aki huffed, trying his hardest not to twitch when your fingertips trailed over his clothed abdomen. You scooted up the bed slightly; so you could rest your head atop Aki’s shoulder. Lips ghosting over the shell of his rosy ear before you whispered out,
“Of course not, Mister Hayakawa. You are clever, way better than the others. In every aspect.”
Your hand trailed lower, fumbling with the clasp of his belt. You heard Aki’s breath hitch as you pulled the leather out of the buckle.
“What are you—“
“Like I said earlier, you seem a bit tense. Let me help you, Mister Hayakawa.”
His heart was pounding against his sternum. Aki could feel his hands shaking as he remained silent. You could tell he was way beyond nervous.
“I’m sorry. I’ll stop if you are uncomfortable.”
You whispered, slowly retracting your hands from around his waist. What you didn’t expect was for Aki to turn in his place, coming face to face with you once more.
“No it’s not that… i-it’s just…”
You could barely make out his expression in the darkness, but you could feel his hand trembling beside you. Your hand crept down to grasp his arm, placing his large palm atop your waist.
“Why are you shaking so much, Mister Hayakawa? It’s just us.”
The way that nickname rolled off your tongue made his head fuzzy. He could feel the warmth of your skin seeping through your shirt.
“Is this what you want?”
Aki took a shaky breath, trying to collect his thoughts.
“I…”
His voice was quivering as you two shared the same air. Another moment passed before you whispered,
“Do you want me to stop, Aki?”
His breath hitched. You said his name, finally. Aki’s heart was beating a mile a minute as you slowly started to pull away.
“N-No… don’t stop.”
That was all the conformation you needed. You could hardly contain your excitement as you pressed your chest flush against his in one swift motion. You hoisted your leg around his waist, pulling a low grunt from Aki.
Now you understood the reason behind Aki’s trembling; he was hard. You could feel his erection pressing up against your clothed core from the new position.
“Ah… I’m sorry—“
Before Aki could finish his sentence, your lips were on his. His cerulean eyes were blown wide at the sudden kiss, but he wasn’t complaining.
Aki thought about this moment countless times your lips colliding with his. But never in a million years did Aki think your first kiss together would be under these circumstances.
You deepened the kiss further, swiping your tongue across his bottom lip. At first, Aki didn’t get the hint, but when your pelvis ground down against his aching cock, he couldn’t help but let out a whine.
The moment his lips parted against yours, you slipped your tongue past. Tangling with his appendage slowly, letting him get used to the newfound intimacy. Aki was still shaking, you noted, as your hand came up to unbuckle his belt; for good this time.
Aki only pulled away from your lips when he felt you unzip his pants, tugging on the waistband of his boxers.
“W-Wait… I’ve never…”
Aki could feel the perspiration trickling down the side of his neck as he swallowed the lump in his throat, adams apple bobbing in the process.
“I know, and it’s okay. You don’t have to be embarrassed about it, Aki. I want to make you feel good, and I promise I’ll go slow.”
You muttered against his lips, slipping your hand through the hole in his boxers. Aki gasped against your lips as you seized his needy cock. Gently pulling his length through the cut-out of his underwear.
“Is this okay?”
You asked, halting in your movements. You placed a small kiss on Aki's nose as you awaited his response, being as patient as ever with him. Aki nodded fervently before whispering,
“Yes… more— please…”
Aki’s plea sent heat rushing to your core. He was too precious, and who were you to deny him?”
Your hand slowly began rubbing his leaky cock. There was so much pre-cum coating the head of his dick; making it even easier to glide your palm along his twitching length.
“Does this feel good?”
You picked up the pace ever so slightly, letting your thumb circle around his ruddy tip.
“Fuck— yes, so… so good…”
Aki’s head fell forward, now resting his forehead against yours as you continued to stroke his cock.
“Better than when you do this to yourself?”
You asked earnestly, reveling in the little whines and whimpers that slipped past his lips.
“Mhm…”
That was all Aki could muster out. He was too drunk off the pleasure you granted him. He couldn’t remember the last time he felt this good. Your hands worked him so carefully— so tenderly. For the first time in a long time; Aki allowed himself to forget his worries. He allowed himself to succumb to you entirely.
You could feel him throbbing in your hand. You knew he was nearing his end. Aki’s perspired forehead stuck to your own, his breath was warm against your lips. You couldn’t help but clench around nothing at his silent pleas of,
“Please, don’t stop… feels s-so— good…”
Quickly, you removed your hand from around his length. Your leg unhooked from around his waist for a brief moment as you fumbled with your belt. Swiftly pushing your pants and panties down your legs before kicking them off from underneath the covers.
“What are you—“
“Shh… don’t worry, I’m not stopping. I want to try something different, just trust me on this… okay?”
Your hand came back up to Aki’s waist. Slowly, you pushed his trousers and boxers down his thighs, letting his cock spring free. His length slapped against his tummy. Aki hissed at the friction, harshly swallowing once more as your leg came back up to wrap around his waist.
“O-Okay... I trust you, Y/N.”
With that, your chest came flush against his once more. Only this time, your slick pussy grazed along the underside of his throbbing length.
“S-Shit…”
Aki cursed, suddenly feeling overwhelmed; at the feeling of your essence coating his cock. You were so warm and wet. He could hardly contain his moans as you began grinding against him. You moved your hips slowly at first, rubbing the most sensitive parts of his length with your drooling slit.
“Does this feel good?”
You huffed. You began to feel dizzy from the intimacy Aki and yourself shared. You whined as your clit rubbed against him so perfectly. Your slick allowing you to glide against him with ease.
“T-Too good!”
Aki cried out. His hand around your waist tightened as he began aiding you in your movements. Thrusting you impossibly closer to him. Adding even more pressure against your puffy bud. You both moaned in unison. Grinding against each other with more intensity than before.
“I think… I’m…”
Aki could hardly finish his train of thought. Too wound up in the heat of the moment. You soothed your hand over the small of his back, continuing to hump into Aki before you whispered,
"I know, baby, let it all out."
Your tender words sent Aki spiraling. His release crashed down on him faster than he could process. Before you knew it, Aki was the one kissing you. He whimpered against your lips as his first ropes of cum shot out past his slit.
The feeling of his cock twitching and throbbing against your clit was enough for the coil within your tummy to snap. You gasped against his lips as you came. Your movements staggered, still trying to work Aki and yourself through your orgasms.
A few moments passed before Aki finally pulled away from your lips. He took in a deep breath as his hand clenched and unclenched around your waist. You assumed it was a form of self-soothing for Aki.
"Are you okay?"
You asked softly. You trailed your hand up Aki's frame, slotting to cup his face instead.
"Mhm… are you? Did you… enjoy that?"
Aki's words were hesitant. You could tell he was immensely unsure of what this now meant for the both of you.
"Of course I enjoyed it, Aki. I've been dreaming of a moment like this with you for ages now. I just… I'm sorry, I wanted to properly do things with you. But our lives are so complicated,"
You paused, caressing his cheek with your thumb softly before letting out a deep sigh.
"Aki… I truly adore you, I always have. So, now you know. I figured since there's a high possibility of us dying here, I might as well lay it all out on the table. I mean, we did just hump each other like a couple of dogs—"
"Ah, stop right there."
Aki's eyebrows scrunched up at your crude words. He felt embarrassed all over again.
You could not help the giggle that slipped past your lips. Aki was too adorable for his own good. He was such a gentleman, another thing to tack onto the list of 'things you love about Aki'.
"Sorry, sorry! I wish it wasn't so dark in here, I bet the look on your face was priceless."
You teased, bringing your hand back down to encompass Aki's waist before nestling your face into his chest. Your leg was still wrapped around his hips, pulling a small grunt from Aki when you closed the distance between you both for the last time tonight.
"Hey, at least let me get you a towel so I can clean you up. It's a… mess, down there— because of me."
You smiled against his chest before a yawn passed over you. You slipped your hand under his shirt, smoothing over the small of his back before you whispered,
"Aki, relax! It's okay… let's get a little bit of rest before it's back to patrolling. I wanna hold you like this, just a little while longer… Please?"
His heart ached at your words. Aki would give anything to stay in this moment with you forever. His hand tightened around your waist, keeping you snug against him before ultimately letting out a sigh.
It only took you a few moments to knock out. Aki smiled to himself as your little snores filled the room. He tried not to mind the sticky sensation coming from below as he placed a kiss atop your head. Finally, he allowed his droopy eyelids to close before whispering,
"You could be such a brat at times… you know that, right? But, that's just another thing I… love about you."
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aki is a man of heavy regulation, routine even. he does things the traditional, responsible way, so imagine his surprise when you suddenly ask him to do it raw this time. you’re laid underneath him, his usually gentle gaze sending daggers into you. because, never had you said such a thing before. but if raw is what you want then you’ll be sure to get it; he couldn’t deny how you pouted and pleaded, the very thing that made him harder than a fucking rock. he loves how you wince when he slips it in, when you instantly get all cross-eyed from the delicious strokes that force heady whines from your lips. he’s gentle, but only because he’s holding back. aki’s slow strokes formulate the sweetest friction within your gummy walls, a feeling that shoots up the both of your spines. it was as though he was much more sensitive in that his cock wasn’t clad by an annoying piece of fucking rubber. with his head tilted back and deep groans almost a bit too pitchy for someone like him, he does what he’ll regret later but not now, not in this moment — shooting ropes of his hot cum within your walls, cock nestled deep into your pussy, the tip kissing your cervix as if he’s never been that deep before. oh, he’ll definitely regret giving into temptation.
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i'll fetch you anything you like.
featuring. aki hayakawa x gn!reader
content. MDNI, smut, riding, begging, crying, smoking, light masochism, burning (reader puts a cigarette out on aki), mild codependency, pet names (loverboy, darling), gender neutral reader, agab not mentioned, sub!aki + dom!reader, a little angst, pining, kissing, vague love confessions.
word count. 3.2k
synopsis. aki's smoking is a nasty habit, but you're certain you can get him to quit. also, aki pines.
notes. minors don’t interact. anyways how’s this for a first post ( totally normal abt aki hayakawa )
Aki Hayakawa is an orphan in every sense of the word.
Literally being the one most people associate him with, but—Aki comes to a realisation when he's maybe thirteen or fourteen that the word runs deeper than that. It's not as if your entire life is defined by your relationship with your parents, after all; even people who have ones that are alive become something other than offspring in their life. Husband, brother, uncle, father. But orphan sticks, no matter how many people you fill your life up with to replace the parents you lost. Aki thinks there is something in the word that rings of loneliness; he could father a hundred children, become grandfather to two hundred more, gain friends and a partner, and still he would be Aki Hayakawa, orphan.
Alone.
"That's a bad habit."
Aki's fingers don't pause in their ministrations, thumb pressing down on the jut of the lighter as it zips to life. The cherry of his menthol cigarette glows in the blue-dark of the office. The sky outside the thin window is pale with the gloaming, and he breathes a haze of gritty smoke over it, sullying the view.
You've made yourself at home on his desk, legs swinging leisurely. You must be cold in only his work-shirt and boxers that cling to your hips and thighs. You watch him passively, head cocked.
"One of my least dangerous ones," he intones, which is true enough for a man who has three years to live at most.
"Oh? What tops the list?"
Aki eyes you serenely. "I dunno if you've heard, but I work for this place called the Public Safety Division."
Your laughter breaks the delicate quiet like a flock of birds taking off from a tree. "Put it out. I hate the smell."
Aki's dark brows crinkle. "I'm not wasting a perfectly good cigarette. If it bothers you so much, eat it."
"Eat it? You freak."
"At least then someone's getting something out of it."
You hop from the desk, yawning. In the dim light that is starting to grow just a little brighter, Aki can see the beginnings of bruises on your throat and collarbone, vanishing in an ugly rainbow trail down to the hastily-down buttons of his work shirt. Your socked feet pad along the threadbare carpet on your way over to him, and Aki inhales deeply. Maybe if there's enough smoke in his lungs it will encourage him not to breathe; that way, he won't do that god-forsaken embarrassing thing he does when you get close. His heart stutters, and it makes his breath hitch audibly. The worst part is you seemed to be goddamn attuned to it—there seems to be little you like more than knowing you have an effect on him.
Aki doesn't stop you when your fingers come up to encircle his cigarette, brushing his as you pluck it gently from between his lips. He hates that even the smallest kiss of your skin against his still sends liquid lightning zipping through him, like he's that seventeen-year-old he was when he met you, the one full of spite and anger who hadn't been held since his mother died.
You pull the cigarette away, still lit; the butt glows red and angry between your delicate hold, gleams in the reflection of your eyes. When Aki meets them, he feels his mouth go dry; your pupils are large and black, engulfing iris, barely blinking as you look up at him.
"Bet I can make you quit," you say.
Aki snorts. "Better men than you have tried."
"Anything can be unlearned," you counter smoothly. "All bad habits go away with a little punishment."
Aki feels his heartbeat quicken, tries not to let the way that one word sets his blood alight show on his face. "Hm," he says noncommittally, but frustratingly, he doesn't think he's fooled you for a second.
Your serene smile curved into something sharp as easily as breathing. "Gimme your hand."
And Aki does, though he knows where this is going. You turn his hand over gently at the wrist, leaving it palm-up, fingers splayed in your grip. You hold him so gently it makes him shiver. Carefully, slowly—Aki thinks, giving him much time to pull away—you raise the burning end of the cigarette and plant it in the centre of his pale palm, a stinging kiss. Aki hisses, grits his teeth, but dutifully doesn't move even as his hand twitches involuntarily at the contact. Just as tears start to needle at his eyes, you twist the butt and pull away, leaving a shallow pool of grey ash, a black soot mark, and a stinging red welt like a patch of burning leaves.
His eyes are glued to the masterpiece you've made of his boring skin. The burn throbs unpleasantly, but something low and hot has come alive in his abdomen at the lingering kiss of pain. It satiates something inside him just smoking the thing could never hope to touch. He likes the futility of feeding himself his own death, sure—makes him feel like he has marginally more control over it, despite what the Curse Devil might have to say about it. This sort of pain is different; it goes straight for the gullet, and it makes it all the more sweet that it's you doing it.
A stupid, lonely part of Aki—orphan—wants to believe you're doing this because you care for him. Because you want him to live as long as possible. The grown, cynical man he supposes he's become thinks you must be just as fucked up as he is. It doesn't really matter either way; Aki's loved you for years, and he's astonished he's even gotten this far with you, and he'll take anything you deign to give him, pleasure or pain because it's all sort of the same to him anyway.
You unscrew a bottle of drinking water and hold it over your discarded blazer, soaking the lapel before pressing it to the burn. Aki grunts, eyebrows knitting up as a strange cocktail of relief and pain throbs slowly through his body. Your hands holds the wet fabric over his one, like a ribcage encasing a beating heart. Oh, Aki would let you hold his heart in your hands, and who cares what you decided to do with it? It's hardly his business; it belongs to you anyway.
He leans in to kiss you, gets close enough to brush his lips against yours and feel his pupils dilate before you turn your head, ducking. Aki feels his heart stutter anxiously as you turn your serene face up to him.
"Hate the taste," you say.
Aki frowns. "I barely smoked it for thirty seconds."
"It lingers."
Aki isn't stupid; this is part of the punishment. And the goddamn annoying part is that it's working. Even as you take his other hand to hold the soaking blazer against his burn and turn away, every fibre in his body wants to stop you. Turn you back around, pin you against the wall, swallow any complaints with his lips. He wants to make you melt against him, wants to melt himself under you in that way you always manage to do to him. He likes feeling like he doesn't have to think with you; just await whatever comes next, pain or pleasure, and he'll take it because it's you.
But Aki doesn't move. He's not a problem dog. He stands quietly and nurses his burn, tracking you with his eyes as you re-dress yourself, his shirt tucked into your slacks, tie wound through the collar, work boots laced up to the ankle.
"I gotta run home and shower," you say, tugging your blazer on. "I'll see you back here in, like, an hour."
Aki nods. "Okay."
The grin you flash him is little more than poisonous; it makes it heart skip a beat. "How's your burn?"
He swallows around a dry throat, holding your stare with a touch of timidity. "What burn?"
Delight shivers over your expression like wind ruffling a field of grass, and you stride the length of the cramped office and kiss him. Aki grunts, rendered thoughtless the moment your mouth touches his, your hands in his collar and his hair; his hands go slack, blazer fluttering to the ground, and the welt on his palm stings horribly when his hands come up to latch around your shoulders and neck. He pulls you closer, a little frantic, and he has barely a moment to reflect on how worrying it is that he's this desperate for your touch after being denied only once, but before he can think to dwell on it you're parting your lips and he's tugged your body flush against his own. He's so close he could drown in you. For a moment, he wants to.
Far too soon, you pull away. You're delighted. "Good," you murmur, and he hates how his heart leaps into his throat. "You're so good, Aki."
His face is on fire. "I'm not a dog," he manages.
"Sure you are," you say matter-of-factly. "And I'm Pavlov. I'll break that nasty habit of yours if it's the last thing I do. Give you something else to focus on. Okay?"
Aki licks his dry lips. "You can try," he says hoarsely, hoping it doesn't sound as much like an invitation as he thinks it does. The impish smile you give him implies he's shit out of luck.
Aki is in hell.
He knows this, because every time the two of you have hooked up since your little conversation in his office, he hasn't been allowed to kiss you if you detect even a whiff of smoke on his breath. It's killing him a little, to be honest. Fucking without kissing just feels wrong. It makes him forget it's you, sometimes, his vision of you sliding out of focus 'till you could be just anyone. And Aki doesn't fuck just anyone. He fucks people he loves.
He loves you. But he can't have you. And he can't even kiss you so he can pretend he has you, if only for a minute. It's just fucking, a tumble of sweating limbs and gasps and grunts, of a thrilling cocktail of pleasure and pain and almost-confessions bitten back at the last second, hidden in the crook of your neck.
Your shitty wooden headboard creaks into the shitty thin bedroom wall, and Aki spends a moment in lucidity to send a silent apology to your neighbours. One arm braces against the wood, flexing with every fast jerk of his hips, and you're under him, eyes clenched shut and meeting his thrusts in a way that has Aki wondering why anyone could think being on top had to mean being in control. He's oiled to your machine, matching the rhythm of your hips and trying not to drown as your back arches up from the sweat-damp sheets, stomach curving into his, one arm holding fast around his neck.
You feel so good he could cry. Not that that would be an irregular occurrence, or anything—he'd practically sobbed the first time you fucked, and back then you'd been all fluttering concern, stopping even though he tried to sputter please, Christ, don't stop, I'll die if you stop, please. He supposes you're kind, in your own way. You'd stroked away his tears and kissed his damp face.
"Aki," you groan, bringing him forcefully back to the present; his dark bangs dangle in his eyes as he looks down at you, mouth agape and head cloudy. "Wh-what's got you so wound up?"
As if you don't know. Aki grits his teeth.
Your hand makes patterns on the damp nape of his neck as his rolling hips slow, as he breathes deep to try and regain a semblance of his dignity. "Loverboooy," you croon up at him, your free hand gripping at the junction between his hip and thigh. Aki grimaces; he hates that nickname. "Talk to me."
Aki glares at you. "You know—I want—you know. St-stop it."
He whimpers somewhere high in his throat as your body tightens around him, free hand coming up to scrub down his face. "D-don't!"
"Sorry, sorry," you laugh. "I'm sorry. Why don't you tell me what you want? Maybe I'm feeling nice."
It feels like a trap, like luring his feelings into the light just to snap a bear trap over them. But Aki wants, he yearns so deeply and desperately that he's just about willing to risk it. "Want to kiss you."
Your eyes gleam. "Do you?" you ask, as if this is news to you.
His arms shake. "Please."
God, he's pathetic. He's so used to being in control, to tailoring every facet of his life meticulously, grooming and tidying and cleaning. He knows the exact amount of calories he should eat per day. He puts his shoes on a rack so he never tracks mud onto the tatami mats. His shower utensils are organised in the order he uses them—shampoo, conditioner, face-wash, scented gel. He likes being in control. He thinks, anyway. You make him reevaluate. You make him reevaluate an awful lot.
You toss your head back against the pillows; you have the audacity to laugh. "Saw you smoking earlier," you tell him, and Aki's stomach goes cold. "Mm... full pack, too. A new one? When'd you buy that."
"Th-that was hours ago." And it's true; when Aki learns you're coming over, he puts his cigarettes in a locked draw and puts the key somewhere difficult to reach. "It won't still taste. I've eaten. I brushed my teeth."
That's just good manners.
"It's the principle of the thing, loverboy," you say, and your hand comes up to his chest and rolls him over. Aki gapes, whining at the loss of contact only to choke on his own voice as you sling a leg over his hips and slide him back into you. Your nails scrape red railroads down the pale skin of his sternum at the stretch, and Aki watches, mesmerised as you start to move, the flex of the muscles in your thighs, the vein bulging in your throat as you toss your head back. He wants to be all over you, a hand on your neck feeling your pulse go berserk for him, his teeth in your skin as proof he was there, nose buried in your hair, dirty and rough and the exact opposite of the way he usually wants you. That is—soft and kind, romantic, slow and heady as syrup.
He wants kisses that taste like tears, whispered confessions into bedsheets. He wants, painfully, the constant assurance he can never ask for. I love you. I love you. Oh, Aki, I love you.
"Kiss me," he gasps instead, writhing against the bedsheets, head thrown back at the brutal pace you set him. He's so close, teeth gritting and muscles locking up but without a kiss it feels cold and incomplete. "Please, please, kiss me, please—"
"You're a brat, Aki," you hiss, and Aki's heart twitches in his chest; he can hear his pulse in his skull. "You ignore the one rule I gave you, and you still think you get to ask for what you want?"
"It's a bullshit rule," he snaps. "I—I can't just, hah, I can't j-just turn it, off, oh, fuck—"
"You okay?" you ask in a fleeting moment of mercy. Aki's eyebrows knit up. "Am I—is it too much?"
Aki shakes his head. "I'm okay," he mumbles pitifully. "I'm close."
"I know, darling," you murmur. "It's okay. I'm gonna give you what you want. And you're gonna give me what I want. Deal?"
"I—I..." Aki chews the inside of his cheek till copper floods his mouth. "I'll try? I'll try, I swear."
You still for a moment. "You mean that?"
Aki nods frantically. "Yes, I—if that's what you want, anything, anything you want, please..."
The beam that breaks out on your face is a million watts. "Aki," you breathe, and finally you lean forward 'till your chest brushes his. Aki can't breathe, transfixed by every swoop of your eyelash and chap in your lip as you lean close. When you speak, you're so close that your lips brush his, and he has to keep every muscle taut to stop himself leaning forward and closing the gap. "Aki, I want you to live a long, happy life. You get that, right? Why I'm doing this?"
He feels his stomach flip, can barely comprehend the words through his dazed mind. His glazed eyes follow you, thunderstruck. "What—what d'you mean?"
"I care about you," you murmur. "I want you to live as long as possible. Want you to stick around with me."
With you? It's a wonder his heart doesn't explode. For a fleeting moment, there exists a future beyond the Gun Fiend, beyond Denji and Power and Nyako, one where he can love you freely. Tears needle at his eyes. It all seems so impossible.
Aki forgets himself, surges up to capture your mouth, but you turn at the last second, planting a kiss to his cheek before focusing on his jaw, his ear, capturing the lobe between your teeth and sucking gently as your hips resume their rhythm. You're faster now, gasping for breath, Aki's hands sliding over the skin of your hips and torso for a lifeline. You tongue at the cords in his neck, the shell of his ear and the sensitive divot just underneath till he's squirming.
Your hands are everywhere—scraping nails across his twitching abdomen, running up the valley between his pecs, tweaking a nipple and pulling. And Aki groans and gasps, every hint of pain from your lovely hands sending him rocketing closer towards the edge. Tears bead at his lashline.
"'M close," he gasps again.
"That's okay, loverboy," you say sweetly, words buzzing against the skin of his throat, and Aki shudders, arching impossibly closer to you. He can feel every nerve in his body sawed open and set alight, impossibly sensitive, boiling with love, and as he comes he buries his face into the crook of your neck with a hoarse cry. Two lone tears streak down his flushed cheeks.
You're not far behind, and Aki wouldn't dream of pulling out, so he squirms and gasps and whines with the prickling of overstimulation as you chase your own high. "Sorry—fuck—you okay?"
"I'm, I'm good," Aki whines. He cracks one steely blue eye open. It stands out against his red skin; he's so flushed as to look sunburnt.
"'M almost, fuck, almost there. Hang on for me?"
Aki raises shaking hands to grip your hips in answer. You laugh between pants, baring down at him.
"That's my boy."
You don't kiss him when you finish, but it's alright. You flop down beside him, taking in deep lungfuls of air, nuzzling your lips to the salt-sweat cooling on his chest. Usually, round about now, Aki would roll to reach his bedside cabinet where his open pack of cigs lay in wait. The lighter is right beside him, open and tempting. He can almost hear the flick of it, the zip of the flame bursting to life, the sizzle of the cherry scorching beneath that controlled flame. The grit of smoke in his mouth and down his throat, emptying his lungs of fresh air.
The pack goes untouched. Aki winds an arm around your shoulders and holds you close, your cheek against his thudding heart.
You don’t kiss him, but it’s alright.
Aki’s not a problem dog.
He's going to earn it.
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❝ GOOD GIRL ❞ + AKI HAYAKAWA.
+. CWs —» f!reader, m!oral, f→m receiving, cum-play, corruption k!nk; word count — 1kish
+. PRECIS —» Sometimes Aki takes a little advantage as your supervisor.
+. NOTES —» each and every brain cell is soaked in his thoughts which is quite shocking for me since I'm Yoshida stan but oh well we shall see; to read more of my works browse through navigation links.
One and a half months of being under division four. One and a half months yet all he did was to howl orders to all the members in his unit. You didn't anticipate how you would end up working under him given the fact he was once your supervisor.
Aki was anything but professional. He shared his half burnt cigarettes, listened to your stories with rapt attention about how you ended up being from ordinary college girl to a devil hunter. Sometimes he would hit the bar with you and he did all of it in the name of breaking ‘rules are meant to be broken’.
If you were to tell these to anyone in his unit they would probably think you were talking about someone else but fortunately you don't have a habit of rambling if things became haywire. And things did become haywire.
It seems like a common notion to conclude that you wouldn't be under the same division led by your supervising officer. Aki believed that too yet he could not help but bring you home after you nailed your first hunt.
“Open your mouth.” Aki snarls, looking down at you as you sit on his bed, folding your legs, with your knees kissing the bed sheet.
“Why … ?”, your voice drifts as his eyes meticulously scan you from head to torso. Your eyebrows jump deciphering his thoughts. “But I’ve... never...” you stammer, struggling to put it in words let alone do what he demands of you.
“sucked a cock, yea ?. Right” Aki finishes, holding your chin up so he has your eyes at him. He rejoices at the bashful sight of yours, eager to try yet unaware of how to proceed.
You lick your lower lip feeling the warmth smothering your cheeks carefully conveying, . “y... y-es. never... did that.”
Your sheepish whisper, the coyness in your glimmering pupils that is roaming all over the dim apartment room of his refusing to look at him and those perfectly plush lips that declines to say the word makes Aki’s heart bubble with joy.
He wishes to fuck you in all positions known to a man. He wants to fuck you on this very bed you are seated to the point that your supple skin becomes flush, your pussy all sore, your mind betraying you.
But he can wait. He wants to wait, wait and see how long this ivory facade of yours is gonna last.
“come on, you've never . . .” Aki demands, lips curving in delight hoping that you'd say the word, imagining how lewd you'd look. He grasps your chin as you blink and manage to blurt out, “i... i’ve never sucked a... cock... before.”
Aki grins , his cock pulsating inside his pants as he leans closer to your face, crouching so he could look your eager eyes. “you will ... now.”, he rasps finally releasing his cock from his pants, pumping it a few times in front of your astonished face before lining it up to your mouth. You clear your throat staring at his girth.
“i don’t know how...” , Aki’s brow jumps in fascination, “hold and spit on the head.” what on earth did he do to have to go through all these? Not that he complains but he has experienced sloppy blow jobs to mind ravaging ones that made him never go for the inexperienced ones.
But here you’re, his one and a half months subordinate, popular and demanding devil hunter who has not only managed to occupy his bed but also his mind.
“wh-at?” you blink at him, lips slightly brushing against the swollen head of his cock. Aki brings froth his cock closer to your mouth while holding your head in place so as to push the tip to your lips, to open by lightly grazing.
“ lick it, the pre. . . a good girl should.”You open your mouth slightly, feeling your pussy clenching around nothing when his precum spills on your tongue. You squeeze your eyes shut wrapping your mouth around the head.
“fuck,” Aki hisses, spreading his feet on to the floor mat , toes curling to prevent himself from jamming his cock into your mouth.
“Yeah, like that.”, he assures as half of his cock enters your mouth, saliva coating your mouth due to inexperience which Aki finds to be an undeniably alluring sight. A soft moan escapes your lips, eyes widening to glance at him with your brows pinching together as you notice him let out a groan. He only smirks at you encouraging you.
“you’re doing great, baby,” Aki cooes, watching as you struggle to suck him all in. “like that. Mmgh...just like that,” his words roll smoothly, eyes focusing on your stretched lips that are wrapped around his cock. You work your mouth wider, throat bobbing to adjust to his length touching the back of your throat.
“Wait…ugh… stop.” Aki’s voice becomes ragged that makes your heart drop instantly, you're not sure why that is.
“lick it.”, he instructs in one breath without meeting the eye.You glup all your wary before flattening your tongue ready to lick on his silky smooth shaft.
You accumulate a little bit of courage to lick and suck half-way of his throbbing member, occasionally earning more of his low moans. This is why he likes to work with you, a few straight directions and you're quick enough to build your own pace.
He cups your face with both of his palms before snapping his hips forward, making your nose graze the skin above his cock. You gag, tears suddenly pooling at the corner of your eyes yet Aki refuses to stop. He slowly thrusts in and out, his grip getting stronger trying his best not to lose control.
“take it,” he grunts. “All. Of. It”Aki never bothered to have a memory of how many times he had his cock sucked by different girls who has worked with him and who has not worked with him. Sometimes, he doesn't even bother to know the name unless they’re from his line of work.
He rarely sullies his professional relationship. He has no iota of idea of how many times he has shot his cum down someone else’s throat while still face-fucking them. You are no where to be labelled as skilled.
However, he can't deny that this one would imprint on his mind. Aki groans head inclining upwards with his Adam's apple being pronouncedly on display. “holy fuck,” he utters as his fluid fills your mouth, some escaping along the lines of your lips, some spilling on bedsheets. He pulls out his cock jerking a few times before zipping it up inside his pants.
And as he does he looks at you amazed how your cheeks are bulged, a lazy pout forming on your face. “swallow it” he pants rashly and you obey him without a second thought gulping his fluid down. You tore your gaze away immediately licking your lips thinking of what to do now, fidgeting with the loose ends of your unbuttoned shirt.
Aki still finds its amusing how a skilled devil hunter like you ended up being his subordinate. He thinks you're quite skilled to be a solo operator or perhaps he has grown fond of your pretty face.
“Good girl,” Aki chimes with a smile before kissing your puffy lips pushing you down to the soft mattress. There is a reflexive resistance as he desperately sucks your lips. You hum before caving in to his kiss as he proceeded to your neckline.
“God, you're so cute.”, and in that moment you regretted it, all of these, letting your heart soak in desires and affection. Perhaps,he did too when you desperately clawed his back as you deepened the kiss.
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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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Oral Fixation
Nsfw content MDNI
Characters: Aki Hayakawa X Fem!Reader
CW: Oral (Giving and receiving,) Penetration (Receiving.) Some gendered language and MC has breasts, but ambiguous genitals as always. Very raunchy. Feral, animalistic sex. Like, it's so aggressive I don't know what came over me.
A/N: More Aki cause I just love him. I was, like, possessed when I wrote this. I don't know why it's so raunchy lol. Aki takes his frustrations out on you as he quits smoking. ~1400 words.
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It's quiet on the balcony as Aki sips his decaf coffee. He'd quit smoking recently, citing how bad it was for his health. "It rots your bones," he would always say. Still, his rituals haven't changed much. Every evening after dinner, he comes out here and drinks decaf while watching the sun set. You can tell he's getting aggravated by the way he grits his teeth and taps his feet. Normally he's so still and pensive.
"You've got this," You say. "You're doing great."
He turns to you, his loose hair bobbing as he does. "You know what I do when I get cravings?" He asks. "I think about you."
"That's sweet," you reply.
"I don't think you understand," he says. "I still have an oral fixation. I still want something on my lips, against my tongue."
You blush, your heart pounding. "Aki… that's…"
"Sometimes I just need a distraction," he shrugs.
"I could distract you right now…" you say.
He raises his eyebrows. "I would like that."
"What if I distracted you… on the balcony? You can take your frustrations out on me."
He doesn't show his shock often, but the sudden and unusual proposition catches him off guard and he jolts a little. He stands from his chair and says "I would really like that."
Your heart is thudding so loud now. You can feel it in your fingertips and hear it in your ears as you get on your knees in front of him. You tug at his belt and unbutton his pants. The idea of doing it on the balcony where anyone could see or hear is even more exciting than you were used to.
You pull down his pants and boxers to reveal his already hard cock. The excitement has gotten to him too it seems because he's harder than usual, practically bursting already. You brush your fingers against the taut skin, carefully caressing his erection, causing it to bounce in excitement. He gasps and moans, biting his lip in excitement and frustration.
You bring your lips right up to his cock and blow your hot breath over it. He's shaking in anticipation, as he pulls your hair back for you. You giggle as you lick it just to watch it bounce. He bucks his hips, the anticipation building up to a fever pitch.
Something in him changes suddenly as he puts a little pressure on the back of your head, bringing your lips down on his cock. He moans, feeling your warm tongue slither around the head of his cock, and he pulls your head down a little further.
"Good girl," he moans. He gives you more control, but doesn't let go of your hair, subtly telling you that he can control the pace if he wants and won't hesitate if you tease him again.
His hard length throbs in your mouth, aching in pent-up frustration. You bob your head back and forth, sucking him down, even as his cock brushes the back of your throat. You stick out your tongue as he pulls your head down to the base again, filling your mouth.
Suddenly he pulls your head away and says, "Inside."
The two of you hurry to his bedroom where you undress each other as quickly as possible. Each of his buttons give you trouble as your fingers, shaking with excitement, struggle to grasp them. He pulls you into a kiss as you make your way down his shirt. He kisses you like he's never been touched before, with such desperation and passion it's almost frightening.
You rip his shirt off as he pulls away to lift yours over your head. He kisses you again as he reaches around your back to undo your bra. He grips your breasts almost too hard as the bra falls to the ground.
He rips your pants down in one quick motion and pushes you up against the wall face-first. He starts to drag his hands roughly up and down your body, like he just wants to squeeze and grope and slam into you and even that won't be enough. He positions his cock against your entrance and starts to push it in. Even though he's desperate for you, he still eases in, letting you take him in fully before going too hard on you.
You feel his legs touch your ass cheeks, letting you know he's all the way in. "Good girl," he groans into your ear as he puts two of his fingers in your mouth, pulling your head back slightly. You suck on his fingers which taste more like sweat than an ashtray now. He starts to pull out before pushing back in. As impatient as he is, he gives you time to adjust. He starts to thrust pulling out a little faster and pushes in a little harder. You can hear his groans as he thrusts harder and harder, his thick cock filling you up.
His skin starts to slap against yours as he fucks you harder, pushing his length all the way in each time. Your moans fill the room as he pushes into you over and over, his hot, sweaty body pushing yours against the wall.
He grabs you by the hips to get better leverage, pulling your body to his. His strong fingers curl around your waist. He's practically knocking the breath out of you with each hard thrust. His motions are almost violent in their passion and impatience. You can feel his cock getting harder and throbbing against your walls and you're worried that he's going to cum already.
Just when you think he's going to fill you with his cum, he pulls out and picks you up. You gasp as he quite literally whisks you off your feet and drops you on the bed. You giggle in excitement as he crawls between your legs and puts his hair up.
Normally a man who takes his time, he skips straight to going down on you this time. He's so eager, he doesn't bother with foreplay like he usually enjoys so much.
Your back arches in pleasure as he swirls his tongue around on you. He wraps his arms around your legs, digging his fingers into your thigh, almost too hard. He works his mouth so effectively, sucking and licking as he buries his face in your crotch. He barely stops to breathe as he ravenously slurps on you, gripping your legs tighter as though to pull you closer to him. It's almost frightening how enthusiastic he is; the normal, quiet Aki devouring you like he's starving.
He gets some saliva on his fingers and starts to slowly push one into you. Then another. He prods and strokes your walls, curling his fingers up to hit your most delicate spots.
You're practically shrieking in pleasure as Aki shows no signs of slowing down. Your moans, now closer and higher, are only encouraging him to suck and lick harder, coaxing your orgasm out. You feel a warmth building up down there and grab him by the hair to grind your hips into his face until you let out one long moan, shuddering and convulsing, releasing warm sweetness all over his tongue.
"Get on your hand and knees," he says, wasting no time. You follow his directions, as he rubs his saliva all over your hole. "Good girl," he says through an almost sadistic smile.
He positions his still throbbing cock at tour entrance and pushes in. As soon as he's in, he grabs your hair and pulls it for leverage. You can feel his skin slapping against yours as he rails you even harder than before. You’re already getting close again as you struggle to hold yourself up. You're almost relieved when Aki groans "I'm gonna cum."
"Me too," you moan.
He thrusts a few more times until he stops and you can feel his cock throbbing inside you, filling you with his hot cum. You moan loudly as waves of pleasure flood over you, cumming again.
Your already pleasure-weakened legs give way and you collapse on the bed, feeling Aki's cum spill out a little. You try to form words, but nothing comes out. He's still kneeling behind you, panting. He leans over you and plants a kiss where your neck meets your shoulders and says "I'll get a towel for you."
As he gets up you're already drifting off to sleep.
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[ The most jealous man I know ] hayakawa aki
♡ contains: 1k+ words. MDNI, smut, jealous aki, pwp, vaginal sex, unprotected sex, kissing/making out, brief fingering, brief degradation, pet names (angel, baby)
♡ summary: you never thought that aki is capable of being jealous until tonight that is.
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despite being in a relationship for how many years with aki, this must probably be the first time you ever see him act this way, this furious, jealous.
“it’s really not what you think” you tried to reason with him, to lessen the anger radiating off his body but he didn't respond, still unmoving from his position at the side of the bed. at this point you're starting to lose your temper, patience gradually vanishing from your body.
“I don't get why you're so angry, we were just having a normal con-” your words were cut off when aki pushes you down to the bed, lowers himself on top of you while caging you in between his muscular arms “you know that isn't the first time I find you with another man tonight.”
“what do you mean?” you tried to push him off but it's futile, his hold on you only tightens the more you try. “you were flirting with that damn old geezer”
you shake your head, anger starts to crackle from inside you “you mean kishibe? I wasn't flirting with him! i'm just asking him about you!” aki freezes, for a moment you thought he'll loosen his hold on you but he doesn't, his expression morphed into something else, something ominous.
“yet you still act all chummy and shit with him” you were about to retort when he leans down and captures your lips in an aggressive kiss, heated, contrary to all of his kisses before. he bites your lower lip, not hard enough to draw blood but enough for him to make you open your mouth and push his tongue inside.
without breaking the kiss, aki removes his grip on your wrist, hooking his fingers into the waistband of your pants, tugging it along with your panties, and tossing it somewhere within the bedroom floor. aki pulls back first, removing the remaining articles of clothing from you and throwing it where your other clothes are.
“look at you” he stares down at you, bare skin glistening under the ceiling light, eyes glazed over, already shaking from excitement when all he's done is to kiss you. “what a slut”
aki places a kiss on the side of your mouth, moving into your neck as you feel his warm, wet tongue drag up the column of your throat, moving even further he kisses your bare stomach, nipping and sucking at your soft skin until a blueish-purple mark blossoms.
“don’t tease, p-please” you whined, fuck you look so pretty like this, he might just keep you for himself. aki couldn't control himself anymore, the tent in his pants becoming more painful as he looked at you. so with a swift movement, he takes off his shirt, pants and underwear.
aki positions himself at your entrance, not entering fully. he spits on your cunt, dripping down into your folds, thumb pressing hard on your aching clit, it's so unexpected that you arch your back, moaning loudly. it sounds heavenly, feels like he could get lost just listening to your angelic moans.
aki continues to work his fingers, sliding two and then plunging it inside, the sensation is so intense that you can't control your voice, loud whines and moans echoing into your ears, embarrassed you put a hand over your mouth.
“don’t do that” aki pushes your hand away, trapping both of your hands as he lowers himself again. “don’t hide your pretty moans from me.” nodding at his command, aki removes his hand from yours, wrapping it around his cock as he gives it a few lazy pumps.
aki kisses you again, a bit gentler this time, he keeps his lips rested against yours as he pushes inside you. despite prepping you, he wasn't able to push inside with ease—it’s a slow, almost painful experience. you move your mouth to his shoulder as he makes gentle progress.
when he's buried into the hilt, you drop your head back into the pillows, the discomfort and pain from earlier shifts into pleasure. aki slowly pulls out, groaning as he pushes inside again with a bit more force this time.
“fuck, so tight angel” he exhales sharply, the ends of his hair falls over your shoulder, tickling your skin. the lewd sound of skin slapping, whines and grunts filled the room, urging him to go even deeper, even faster.
“aki–ngh fuck more” you lift your hips, trying to meet his thrust, aki could only smirk as he shoves his cock deeper, giving you just what you wanted.
god, he's beautiful. the muscles in his arms flex with each roll of his hips, the sweat beading into the side of his face only makes it even hotter.
“shit” he curses, pulling all the way out “this pussy is mine yeah?” only for him to push it even deeper, repeatedly hitting that sweet spot inside of you that it made you see stars. you can only nod dumbly, his words were nothing more than incoherent noises as he fucks you good, impales you even deeper on his thick cock.
“n-ngh, g-gonna cum please” you moaned, aki slides a thumb over your clit, putting enough pressure that it sends such an intense jolt over your whole body.
“yeah? then do it, cum. cum all over my cock baby” you let out a bunch of ‘thank yous’, aki leans down to meet your mouth in a frantic kiss, swallowing your moans while you release all over his dick.
you're still trembling beneath his touch when he thrusts into you again, the waves of your orgasm still rolling through your system when he lifts up onto his knees and grabs your waist, pulling you to meet each thrust.
with a few more thrust, aki’s cock twitches between your warm, tight walls, ribbons of cum spurting your insides, mixing with yours, staining the sheets beneath you. he tenses up and drops his weight on you.
“i’m sorry” he groans, “I got carried away.” then he's kissing you, intense kisses at first until it grows sweeter, softer, slower — different from his kiss earlier.
“i’m really sorry, it's just that” you cut him off, cupping his face between your palms “let's talk about it later, yeah?” aki nods, his eyes no longer hold the same expression as a few moments ago.
you wrap your arms around him, pulling him closer to you, aki places one final kiss into your nose as the room dwindled into silence.
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Pillow Talk
Content: Aki misses you, so he pretends his pillow is you. Disclaimers: 18+ Minors DO NOT interact. Afab x reader. No pronouns used. Pillow humping. The word pussy, pet name baby. Some dirty talk. Some softness at the end, I love you’s. No plot, just Aki smut. Word count: 731
Aki grabbed his pillow quietly, the fabric soft and cool. It had been such an exhausting day and the long, hot shower he just hopped out of hadn’t alleviated his stress.
Pulling it between his naked thighs, he slowly begins rocking his hips, a small sigh of contentment leaving his mouth. Rolling his head back, his damp hair falls back from his face. The TV hums from the living room behind the locked door of his bedroom, and he feels comfortable enough to take his time.
Hoisting himself up with his knees, he rolls his hip forward a few times, dragging his balls across the smooth linen…just barely.
Oh fuck, it feels so good.
You had an early start the next day at work, and as much as he wanted you to stay the night at his place, you couldn’t. Aki didn’t want to make you feel guilty, but his heart sank when you told him the news over the phone earlier. He’d been thinking about you all day, missing your pretty face… how soft you were under his hands.
He holds the pillow down with both of his strong arms, straddling it. Dragging the underside of his cock along the supple pillow, the sensation is so perfect against the sensitive skin. He looks down to watch; seeing his cock rubbing against his own pillow makes it pulse. How perverted, he thinks.
But he misses you, and the pillow is the closest thing he can get to you. So squishy and soft. If only it was warm and wet too.
Aki lifts his head back up, and he's in a trance, fixated on his pleasure. He lets out little pants as his mind wanders, and he can see you perfectly in his mind.
Your voice fills his mind, mewling, “yes right there, yes—“
He chastises you in his thoughts, “shhh…shh, quiet baby,”
You’re laying belly first on the bed, with him straddling your thighs as he digs his fingers into the plush of your cheeks, big hands spreading you open so he can watch his cock slide in and out of your soaking pussy. He imagines rubbing his thumb over your tight hole, small circles, making your voice break.
The thought makes his hips rut a little faster, knuckles gripping the pillow case. The head of his cock is shiny, arousal leaking more and more from the little slit.
“baby, you’re getting my dick so wet…. you like it when I do that? when I rub you right there?”
You’d whine even more, making him slap your ass as a warning.
Fuck, he knows if you were really here, you’d be too loud and everyone would hear. But really, he wouldn’t mind; he’d find a way to keep you quiet.
Eagerly, he scoots back to position himself and his pillow in the middle of bed, and lays on top of it. He shoves both of his hands under him, grasping the pillow to his aching cock, and starts rutting into it.
He imagines laying on top of you, his face pressed into the crook of your neck. He knows you like it when he’s close enough to whisper to you, letting his breath fan across your ear.
“thought about you all day…thought about fucking you just like this,”
He’d thrust deep and steady, stretching your pussy deliciously.
“yes, just like that, fuck me just like—“ your voice would crack.
His pace quickens as he fuck the pillow, legs spread apart now to give him more leverage. With his face buried into the side of the mattress, he starts panting. The bed frame begins creaking the closer he gets.
He’d grunt into your ear, “yeah I’m gonna take care of you baby, I’ll give you what you want,”
You’d turn your head, eager for his mouth, and kiss him hastily. Keeping your faces near, you both look into each other's eyes. He loves your eyes, so full and glassy. Such adoration emanates from them, only for him.
A soft coo escapes your lips, “I love you, baby”
Aki’s hip buck uncontrollably against his pillow. Straining to keep his voice down, his groans are caught deep in his throat. He can feel his hot cum covering the pillow, spreading all over his cock and thighs while he rides out his climax.
Laying there, still catching his breath, he whispers “I love you, too”.
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A/N = Aki burrowed into my brain yesterday after finishing Chainsaw Man. I hadta write something. This is a little twisty & turny. Aki & F!y/n/reader have a bit of a history. I don't get too much into that. But they get together here. Who knows where they end up? It's just a quick little blah blah blah.
C/W = P -> V (unprotected), a little bit of emotional stuff (they have a history, it wasn't all kittens and rainbows). If I missed anything else, let me know so I can fix this.
It was nearing the end of fall, your second favorite season. Aki and his friends came over to help you clean out the leaf-filled rain gutters in your new house. And for free (you insist on paying them, though)! But did he expect a tip? Do you want his?
You sat on your porch steps and sipped on iced tea as Aki's friends were busy cleaning the gutters. Aki was at the top of your roof, and you couldn't see much of anything other than his legs and feet.
"Thanks a lot for hiring us, Miss y/n. My little girl is gonna have a nice Christmas thanks to you." His friend gushed about his daughter for a while before moving on to the next section of the rain gutter.
Aki climbed down the ladder and came over to you. "Y/n, may I please use your restroom? Could you show me where it is?" He smiled. Not a large smile, but you knew he wasn't the type for donning a wide grin. You appreciated that about him. He seemed more genuine than other people. He was calmer, too.
"Oh, yeah, of course. Follow me, please."
He walked toward you and extended his hand to help you up, and you led him through the kitchen to the back hallway of your house.
"It's right through there just ta‐OH!" He pressed you into the gray wall and held you there with his hips against yours. His arms were on either side of you, hands palm down on the wall and essentially trapping you.
The thing is, you felt anything but trapped. You felt like you were home. You were home. But where you always lived alone, it was just a house. With Aki here, standing over you, it felt like so much more.
"What's with the 'please'?" He put his face into your neck.
"Heyyy Aki." You spoke breathily, your face flushed from his touch. Your cunt all but wetting your exposed skin because you didn't wear panties today. And your skirt wasn't too long, either. There wasn't really anywhere to hide.
"Mmm... y/n..." he trailed off. His mouth was hot against your neck as he left little bites and kisses on your skin. His breathing was cool and steady in comparison to yours. He moved his right hand to squeeze your breast and run his fingertips over your hardened nipple and his left hand started to lift the hem of your skirt. But just as suddenly, he stepped away.
"Excuse me," he looked at you, and you could feel his gaze holding you in place. But he stepped away and pointed to where he thought the restroom was. "M–mmhm. Yeah, t-turn right at the end of the hallway."
When he was out of sight and you heard the door click shut, you slid down the wall. Squatting there for a moment, fanning yourself unsuccessfully with your hand, you heard one of the workers at the front door. "What the hell ...?"
"Miss y/n? Would it be possible for us to get some drinks out here?" The question startled you. "Oh! Ohmigosh, yes. I apologize. I, I, I –" your head fell. Giving up the ruse that you were just in your hallway hanging pictures or something. It wasn't apparent how much his friends knew about you and Aki together.
You appeared from the shadowy space with a smile on your face. A nice little pink hue had taken over your cheeks spanning down to your chest from Aki touching you.
I'll make up some ...? Lemonade? Iced tea?"
"Iced tea will be fine, Miss –"
"Call me y/n! I insist." You said warmly. "There's no need for such formalities. I'll be right out [male name]."
You set to work making up a pitcher of iced tea for everyone who's working. Your back was to the side entrance into the kitchen, and Aki snuck up behind you and slid his hands around your waist
"Oh! Aki..." You moaned a little louder than intended and leaned your head back over your shoulder. "The drinks..." You whispered, putting your hands on top of his that were holding the rolled edge of the counter.
He pushed his crotch against your ass as he breathed into your ear. "You got something I can use to wet my whistle?" He tucked his thumb into the waistband of your skirt, pulling the fabric down and softly bit the nape of your neck, causing you to shutter and jump back against him.
"You don't have to go through the trouble of getting the drinks for them," He chuckled. "They're busy with their work anyway."
"But [male name] asked me for some iced tea and ... and ..." You couldn't think with Aki's thumb so close to your throbbing core.
"What if I said I want you?" He started to walk you backward out of the kitchen. "What if I said I want my mouth all ... over ... you.
"But ... the, the dri–" you mumbled.
He took your face in his hands. His blue eyes hypnotize you where you stand. You reached out and traced his lips with your finger. He opened his mouth and bit your finger lightly. "What if I said I want you ... all over me."
You nodded your head slowly at his request. He led you down the hallway to the guest room, and you followed him willingly. But you wondered if he planned this out beforehand. Truth be told, you couldn't care less. You'd follow him just about anywhere.
When you arrived at the room, Aki closed the door behind you, and he clicked the small lock on the doorknob. He immediately started unbuttoning your shirt, kissing the exposed skin as he did.
"Mmm ... Aki ... someone could...see through the window if they're cl–ah– cleaning the gutters ..." You didn't have it in you to protest and conjure up scenarios you really didn't care about.
You were pretty sure his friends didn't have their tools and ladders at the back of the house yet. Because with the blinds open, you'd be pretty easy to see. Aki seemed to ignore your protests as he threw your shirt on the floor, pulled down your skirt, and laid you down before you could even take a breath.
"Aki..." You sat up, "I ... we ..."
He kissed you deeply, "Shh shh shhh. It's me. Just relax. Ok? I'll pull the blinds." He laughed softly.
You nodded your head and noticed just how tightly your brows were furrowed. You concentrated on relaxing them.
"Better," he smiled at you.
"Mmmm," you exhaled heavily as you ran your hands through his dark hair. "It's been too long..."
He laid down on his back, propped up on the fluffy pillows, put both of his arms out, and motioned for you to get on top of him.
"It's not been that long." He said, rather confident in his decision.
"Oh yes, it has." You slid down his body, unbuckling his belt and unbuttoning his pants. You unzipped the fly and reached into his boxers. "See, even you're excited." You smiled as you pulled his hard cock from his pants.
You laid down on the bed next to him and wrapped your hand around him. "Aki, fuck, I want you."
He slid his hand down between your legs and moaned at the feeling of your wetness. "I'm excited? Look – look at this! He dipped a couple of fingers just inside your pussy and gathered up some of your wetness. He rubbed it over his cock with his hand.
"It's only been a few months y/n. And besides, you were ..." He slid his fingers back into you. "You were cheating on me with ... with that piece of shit." He pulled out his fingers and held your gaze as he stuck them into his mouth, licking them clean.
"That wasn't cheating. It was just sex."
He raised his eyebrows at your statement.
"Why are you looking at me like that? You're the one who didn't want ... y'know, never mind. You're here now. I'm not 'cheating' on you with anyone." You began to move closer toward him on the bed.
"Is that all we are y/n?" He said it matter-of-factly. "Sex?"
"What? No. Aki ... you know me better than that."
"Yeah, I know you, y/n. But do you know me. I had to leave for a while. It's not like I wanted to go away. To be away from you." He was starting to look a little sad. The way he does when you hurt him unintentionally. The way he does when he knows you didn't mean to, though it still feels like a knife to the back. But his shoulders slump a little bit, and he has trouble keeping his eyes on yours.
It breaks your heart.
"Aki, I asked if you wanted me to wait for you. I'm sure you didn't hold out for me all that time." You stood up and peeked out the blinds. No one seemed to be looking, so you went back to the bed.
He started to sit up, but you pushed him down. "Stay. Stay right there." You turned around and straddled him. You kissed him softly.
"Y/n..."
"What is it, Aki?" You breathed against his lips.
He shook his head and looked away. "I, I..."
"What Aki?" You were more insistent this time. "Tell me."
"I love you, y/n," he whispered, his lips just barely brushing yours as you hovered over him. "I missed you so much, and I love you. I just ... I want you." He ran his hands on the underside of your thighs, grabbing your ass he pulled you closer over his lap and lined himself up with your entrance.
You carefully lowered yourself onto him and tipped his chin up with your fingers so the two of you were inches apart. He looked at you as though he might cry.
"I missed you too, Aki, but we've been without each other for a while." You began to move up and down on him slowly. "How do you feel about the time we were apart? Were you with anyone else?"
He shook his head. "I was scared of what would happen if i was, y/n. I didn't want to hurt you. I don't know if I should want you, though. Do you w–." He stopped himself. Partially because of how good you felt and because he didn't want to know the answer.
"Do I what, Aki?" You put your forehead against his.
He shook his head, unable to voice his question.
"I'm sorry, Aki. I didn't know you wanted me to wait for you. But I would never cheat on you. I'm sorry that I ... that I – well, you know."
"I know, I know." He said as he rubbed your back. "It's ok. It's not your fault. I ... I know that. Fuck. Look at me. Whining while you're fucking me. What a gentleman." He laughed to himself. "This is embarrassing."
You kissed him. "No. Don't be. You have nothing to be embarrassed about. I don't mind, though." You pressed your lips to his ear and whispered, "I missed you so much. Any extra closeness we get is a bonus."
Aki nodded, and you were relieved he didn't try to continue the previous conversation.
"Aki? What's your favorite position?" You asked him as you fucked him. "With me, of course."
He wrapped his hands around your waist and pulled you close. "This is my favorite position. On my back, you on my cock so I can see your pretty face and pretty mouth twist around. I wanna see how good I make you feel."
His words, his face. Just him being him was pushing you over the edge. "I'm gonna cum, Aki ... oh ... ah shit ..."
He grabbed your ass as he thrust upward. "You're gonna cum just like this, aren't you?" He groaned.
"Y-yes... yes, Aki, please. Oh ... my god, I've missed you so much! Please stay with me, I want you." You bounced up and down on his cock, your tits covered his face. He licked and sucked on your nipples while his hands sat at your waist.
"Aki, I'm cumming!" You cried out as you leaned over to brace yourself against his chest. "Fuck ... oh fuck!" You panted, and cried out, your head falling back as your orgasm flooded through your body.
"S'fuckin' hot, cum for me y/n," he grabbed your ass hard and lifted you up, sliding his cock out of you. "Turn around." He held you by the waist and moved so you were on the bottom. Knees on the bed and your ass in the air.
"Spread your legs." He placed his hand on the back of your thigh, pushing it apart. You looked over your shoulder at him. "Let me see how much you missed me." He sneered.
Aki pushed his cock back into your pussy from behind and slammed into you. He squeezed your ass with his left hand and reached around you with his right hand to pinch your nipple.
"Aki! Yes ... fuck ... please. Please ... I missed you so much, don't... don't stop!" You grabbed the pillow under your head and gripped it as he fucked you harder.
"Oh, you missed me?" He pulled out of you and turned you over on the bed. He held your legs up and slid right into you again.
"YES!" You shouted as he slammed back into you, fucking you hard. His face was contorted as if in pain or pleasure or both.
"You like it rough, huh y/n?"
"I like it with you." You said. Tears stream down your face from another impending orgasm. "I only like it with you, Aki!" You threw your legs down on the bed and wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him in to kiss you.
"What if I say I wanna make you cum like THIS?" He slammed into you hard.
You arched your back, lifting your ass into the air and whimpered, "Please, please Aki, cum inside me.
He slammed into you once more. His body convulsed as he came. "Fuck! Yes! Ah y/n!"
The two of you were so lost in your own little world that you didn't hear Aki's friends by the guest bedroom window.
"C–can we have some iced tea now, Miss y/n?"
Thank you for reading!
╭╯Sarah╰╮
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when he comes back up from between your thighs for a breather, his eyes notice your clutched hands at your sides, nails digging into your palm and he wasn’t having it. leaning down to continue from where he left, he takes your hands in his and places it on his head, a gesture telling you to just pull his hair already.
or or or!!!!!!
he entwines your fingers with his, placing kisses on your wrist, your palm or wherever possible.
“fuck baby, you’re making me lose my goddamn mind”
that was the last thing he said before diving down between your thighs to resume his ministrations.
eren jaeger, suna rintarou, kuroo tetsurou, gojo satoru, miya atsumu, aki hayakawa, matsukawa issei (all characters aged up!)
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A Dinner Date with Aki
Nsfw content MDNI
CW: NSFW, Smut, GN!Reader, Aki X Reader, Oral (receiving and giving), Penetration (Receiving), Creampie, Overstimulation, Romantic, but kinda raunchy. Aki smokes.
A/N: Reread Chainsaw Man part 1 again and I was just thinking about Aki. Just, him, ya know? I wanted to write something a little more desperate and breathy. Something yearning. So here's a little dinner date with Aki where he makes curry and then rails you. ~1900 words.
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It took time, but he'd let you into his life. When you first met him he considered you a "frivolity" (which he was sure to tell you,) and Aki didn't have time for anything frivolous.
But eventually you worked your way in, as if you should have to work so hard for someone who so obviously needed just a little comfort. The vacant stare and bags under his eyes betrayed a world-weariness you wanted to ease, if only a little.
You knock on his door for a small date he'd planned. Nothing too special. A dinner and who knows what else. Aki didn't know how to have fun, but maybe one of these days you could teach him.
He answers the door in an apron and from inside the apartment you can smell his cooking. Delicious and hearty, if a little utilitarian. "I'm glad you could make it," he smiles, cocking his head to the side, his hair swishing as he does.
"I wouldn't miss it," you reply as he gestures you in.
"What's for dinner?" You ask.
"Curry. It's been simmering all day."
"I could smell it from out there," you say.
"Go ahead and sit," he replies. "I'll bring it out to you."
You take a seat and watch him as he scoops a bowl for each of you. You can admire his features from here. His thin fingers, handsome face, and strong but slender body.
He removes his apron before bringing the curry to the table. "I hope you like it."
"I'm sure it's delicious," you reply. "Thank you for cooking."
You take a bite and the warmth washes over you. Such a delicious and comforting meal. Seasoned perfectly, and not too spicy. You savor every bite. You cast little coy looks at each other. He looks away almost bashfully when your eyes lock.
When you finish eating, Aki stands and takes the dishes before brewing a pot of decaf coffee. After making each of you a mug, he heads to the patio for a smoke like usual.
He's not talkative, but that doesn't matter. You know what to expect by now. You set your chin on your hand and just watch as he puts the cigarette to his lips and stares quietly at the setting sun. The wind is blowing his hair gently as he takes a puff. You can admire his beautiful profile in the orange glow of the sunset. His lips slightly parting as his slender fingers bring the cigarette to his lips. If only you could be between his fingers, gently spreading his lips.
"You know," he begins. "I'm glad we met." He turns and beams a gentle smile at you. Enough to make your legs weak. You wonder if he caught you admiring him.
"Me too," you say and he just looks back out over the city, that vacant expression in his eyes again.
When he finishes his cigarette, he puts it out and opens the patio door for you.
"What now?" You ask. As you turn to him you can hardly react before he pulls you into a kiss. You tense up for a second from shock before giving into him. You breathe in deeply, getting that smell of cigarette smoke and aftershave. You put your arms around him and just melt.
He moves his hands downward toward your waist as you put yours on his face. The kiss grows more intense and passionate as it goes one, betraying how badly you crave him. You lose yourselves in the kiss for what feels like forever, feeling each other's bodies. Through his clothes you can appreciate his tight muscles.
After some time you pull away and look at each other. The two of you don't need words. Not right now. You both know what you want. He takes your hand and guides you to the bedroom. The sun paints thin orange lines through the cracks in the blinds. It's dim in here, but you can still easily see. Your heart is pounding as he guides you to the bed.
Slowly, he begins to remove your clothes. He starts with your top, pulling it over your head, then drifting his fingers gently across your skin until he reaches your pants. You can see him lusting over your body and you blush. He squats to undo the button and pull them down, rubbing his face along your thigh as he does. His face is surprisingly smooth against your leg. The sensation gives you a shiver.
After removing your underwear, he comes back up to kiss you. As your tongues wrap around each other again, you begin unbuttoning his shirt, getting sloppier and more frantic by the second. This boy needs to be naked now. You rip the unbuttoned shirt over his arms and move on to his pants. You start to unbutton them, but you notice his cock bulging against the fabric and take a moment to rub it through the fabric. He moans sweetly into your mouth.
You're fumbling with the button now and when you finally get it undone the zipper follows. You rip his pants away and then his boxers. His erection pops free of the fabric, bouncing a bit, and he pushes you to the bed.
As the backs of your legs hit the mattress your knees buckle and you fall, giggling as you land on the bed. Sitting up now as he stands, his cock is nearly eye-level. You lean forward and lick the tip and he tilts his head back in pleasure. You grin and thrust your head down onto his cock, pushing it all the way back to your throat and he moans out loudly.
"Fuck," he says. "You're good at that."
He thrusts his hips just a bit, as you choke on his hard length. You pull back for a second to catch your breath and twirl your tongue around the tip. You do this for a second before suddenly pushing your head all the way down again, feeling his cock fill your mouth. He moans so sweetly as you thrust his cock in and out of your mouth. He puts his hand gently on your head. He doesn't force your head down, but he pulls your hair away, and holds it tightly. The weight of his strong hands just makes you crave him even more.
You go to pull away, making a popping sound with your mouth as the suction breaks. He's looking down on you as he releases your hair and cups your cheek. After tying his hair up, he pushes you gently so your back is against the bed and starts to crawl up there himself. He's holding himself up over you now looking into your eyes. He leans back in for a kiss, but quickly moves from your lips to your neck where he licks and breathes heavily on you with a sort of animalistic desperation. Each kiss sends a little shiver down your spine.
He continues to place little kisses and licks down your body until he reaches your hips. He carefully licks around your groin without actually touching your genitals. Your breathing is getting rapid and erratic now and you're throbbing down there as he keeps teasing you. Every couple of licks, Acting like he's ready to move on before going to another spot. He looks up at you with a coy little smile. To show you that he knows what he’s doing.
When his lips finally touch down, it's heaven. All of that pressure he'd been building releases in one explosive moment. You writhe and squirm as he moves his tongue so effectively across you, breathy moans slipping past your lips, some of them surprising you with how loud you are.
With some of his saliva he slides a finger inside, then two, and starts to curl them up, hitting that particular spot that's going to get even louder moans out of you. He's looking up at you, moaning as he goes down on you. The added vibrations add a new intensity to the sensation, almost to the point of overstimulation. You can see a satisfaction in his eyes as you convulse underneath him. That, and his erection glistening between his legs, which you can tell he's eager to use.
Your moans are getting louder and louder as you feel an orgasm building. He puts a little more suction on and it pushes you over the edge. You grip the sheets, trying to muffle shrieks of pleasure as it washes over you. He pulls away and smiles, pulling his hair out of the topknot and letting it fall over his beautiful face.
In an instant he's leaning over you again. there's an almost intimidating look on his face. It would be scary if he weren't such a gentleman in bed. He quickly applies a little lube and presses his cock right up against you before it slips in. You gasp in pleasure as he grunts into your ear. You can feel his choppy breath in your ear and it sends shivers down your spine, elevating the sensation of his cock filling you.
You hold onto him as he fucks you, thrusting hard into you like his life depends on it. The sound of skin slapping echoes in his mostly empty room. The intensity of his thrusts reaches just the right spots, making you an incoherent, moaning wreck.
He's showing no signs of slowing down, even as sweat drips off of his nose and onto your face. Just when you think he might be getting tired, he braces his hands on your shoulders to hold you in place so he can rail you even harder. He breathes softly into your ear, panting and moaning in pleasure. His sweet voice fills your head.
"I'm going to come," you stutter between thrusts.
"Come," he says in his low, calm voice.
“Fuuuck,” You moan. Pleasure erupts in you once again, causing you to convulse as he continues to fuck you. You try to push him away, but it's no use. You can see it in his eyes; he has no intention of stopping. In fact, he likes the way you're squirming under him in overstimulation. He cracks a little grin as more sweat drips onto your face. You clutch him tightly, digging your nails into his back, but he won't stop.
You're getting close again, feeling him ram into you so hard, repeatedly.
"I'm going to come again," you say.
"Me too," he moans. He thrusts even harder a few more times and as you feel him throbbing inside of you, he looks into your eyes and says "Come for me."
You're gasping for breath as you come for the third time. You can feel his hot cum squirting inside of you, filling you even more. You clutch him tighter as he pumps into you. You're shaking and convulsing as he groans into your ear. He looks for a second like he might collapse, but he pushes a little further in, earning another gasp from you.
You push him away and laugh. "Aki stop, I can't take any more."
He smiles and slowly pulls out, causing you to gasp one last time. You're throbbing down there, and you can feel his cum slipping out. "Let's get you cleaned up," he says, offering you his hand. You take it and try to stand on your shaky legs. He smiles at you as he holds you up.
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17 + | needy / whimpering men | female reader
Men who whimper and can’t stop moaning when you ride them. His head thrown back against the headrest of the sofa, mouth slightly agape as muffled moans escape from his swollen pouty lips that had drool hanging down from the corner because of how overwhelmed he felt. His both hands would be pressed into the curve of your ass, nails leaving angry crescent shapes on your skin while your tight cunt sucked him in so well.
“Ohhhhh fuck yes” He whined out squeezing his eyes shut once he feels you sink down on his aching dick, gritting his teeth as he tried to hold back his moans but fails. Your hands were pressed against his flushed chest, you could feel his heartbeat picking up.
“Squeezin’ me s’goood babyyy’’ He lets out another whiny moan once you start to move up and down on him, rolling your hips into him as he filled you up with his big dick so good. Your gaze remained fixated on his already fucked out face, his cheeks red and drool starting to slide down his pouty pink lips.
“Already so fucked out?” You tease clamping down on him, you push yourself back up until his tip was almost out of you, and before he could even consider complaining, you were slamming yourself down on him in a fast motion, your own head starting to feel lightheaded from how he stretched you out.
“B-Baby— fuck— o-oh do it again— you have to please” He begs as he opens his lust blown eyes to look at you, tugging at his lower lip at the sight of you riding him.
You do as he said, dropping yourself back down on his dick, and once you start, you don’t stop, continuing to pick up your pace and drive yourself onto him. The only sounds filled up the living room was the slap of your skins and your squelching pussy.
He starts to shake his head from side to side, tears starting to form in his glossy eyes, his hands wrapping around your waist in attempt to hold onto something while you ride his brains out.
“Please please please m’ m— s’close baby pleaseee” he almost chokes out feeling your walls tighten around him, his face buried in the crook of your neck as he nips at your skin, hands roaming all over your body and hips bucking up trying to reach deeper into you as he chases his high.
You cup his cheeks to plant a sloppy kiss against his lips as you can feel the warm fuzzy feeling in your own belly start to build up. You clench and unclench around his girth, teasing him and rolling your hips into him while your clit rubbed against his pelvis.
“C-Cumming— Gonna c-cum mmph!!” He cries out pulling away from your lips only to arch his back while his head presses back into the sofa, hands gripping onto your ass as he cums inside you, you can feel his thick ropes painting your insides, he jaw hanging loosely as he chants your name over and over again, his legs starting to shake once you continue to bounce on him and reach your own orgasm.
It’s not long after you’re squirting all over him, but once he realises you’re not gonna stop until he was a crying and moaning mess, he flips you over so now that it’s your turn to be the one screaming his name.
Gojo , Geto , Eren , Xiao , Kaneki , + any of your favs
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