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chainsaw-trash · 2 years ago

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beat it upright

College!AU Chainsaw Man, second part to a previous fic (lose my heart on the burning sands), once again a bit of Denji x reader but mostly Yoshida. Pairing: Yoshida x reader (some Denji x reader implied) Word count: 2670 Warning: nsfw, voyeurism, public(ish) sex

The loud sound of drums rang muffled through the gray concrete walls of the storage room. It was trashy music - even by garage punk standards - but Denji still liked it. And judging by how busy the bar was today, and how fast the beer was flowing, he wasn’t the only one. There is, definitely, taste for everything.

Bobbing his head in time with the song, Denji wished he could be enjoying it on the other side. Alas, someone had to keep the alcohol going from the storage to the bar freezers, and that someone happened to be him. It wasn’t a bad gig, working at the Devilock. He was paid well enough for someone whose job was emptying boxes and cleaning floors - with the occasional serving beers. And he wasn’t treated like shit.

Well, most of the time, it depended on Aki’s humor.

But he wasn’t about to complain of the occasional bad day, he’d had worse managers. Hell, Denji was in no way going to complain about the one job where he got benefits and the boss let him eat there for free. For a student in the first year of college, this was good enough. Honestly, he’d even had settled for less.

Setting the last empty crate to the side, Denji took count of how many were full before heading back out to the door. When he pulled it open, noise flooded the room, the bass heavy music not much louder than the crowd itself. The air outside made the storage seem cold by comparison, the AC units being overwhelmed by the sheer heat of all the bodies. Fuck, there really were a lot of people who liked trashy music.

Closing the door behind him, Denji whipped his head around, eyes still adjusting to the darkness as he tried to spot Aki. A task made worse both by the constantly moving about of the other bartenders and by the fucking topknot wearing full black in a dark room. Guy was almost a fucking shadow.

“Denji.”

Fuck. Denji felt a shiver climb through his body. Damn dude was a ghost, sneaking up on him like in a fucking horror movie. Get yourself together, Denji.

“Storage is at the half point,” Denji turned around, voice louder to talk over all the noise as he pointed to the yellow door behind him. “But I think it’s good for the next few hours at least.”

“Good,” Aki responded, his breath smelt like cigarettes, Denji was sure he’d just come back from a smoke break. “You can go mop the upstairs storage now, take account of the beer while you are there. Just so I know.”

Responding with a nod of his head, Denji moved from the bar, taking the stairs to the mezzanine. Surprisingly, it wasn’t that full today, despite how many people were downstairs. Most people liked to be on the ground floor, near the stage, but he enjoyed being able to watch things from above. Moving away from the main area, Denji made his way to the darker corners of the mezzanine and to the staff only parts. Here, back out of the guest zones, the music felt far away. Still audible, but no longer strong enough to silence everything else.

Picking up the mop along the way, he fast tracked to the storage as he fished for the key set in his pockets. When he approached, though, he saw the familiar yellow light peering into the hall. Shit, he’d left the fucking door open, hadn’t him? The last thing he needed was Aki going on another tirade about locking all the damn doors. The first two were annoying enough. The fears of hearing a third monologue were purged from his mind, however, when Denji heard movement coming from the door. Just his fucking luck.

God help him it wasn’t a rat, or he’d never hear the end of it.

Unfreezing himself from his spot - which he hadn’t even noticed he’d frozen into - Denji moved towards the door cautiously. If it was a rat, he’d need to catch and kill it, so he had to be sneaky. Resting his mop and bucket along the wall, he stopped by the open door, but out of sight. With a deep breath - and a silenced, internal groan - Denji peeked his head into the storage room, ready to come face to face with his new rodent nemesis.

Well, what he saw was definitely not a rat.

Ducking his head away from the door fast, Denji felt his back hit the wall with force as he stood in the hallway wide eyed. He could feel his heart rate racing up in a matter of seconds as his cheeks flushed a deep red. Fucking hell, yeah it was not a rat, but it wasn’t something he was expecting to see either. Gathering himself, he tried to take a peek again, with extra caution now.

Yep. It was you and Yoshida just going at it.

Denji swallowed hard, ducking his head away from the wall again. This was getting ridiculous, honestly. It hadn’t even been a full month since that goddamn night at the beach, and this was happening again. If there was a god above, he really had a sick sense of humor. That damn night had been haunting him in his every free moment for weeks. He’d just gotten back the ability to think of something other than your moaning and now, here he was, back at spot zero yet again.

Maybe, he’d have preferred the rat.

Your moans brought him back to the real word, mind reeling to the present as he felt his cock twitch in his pants. He really didn’t need this kind of situation all again, but his body clearly didn’t care. Denji hears you whimper, a strangled sound that has a shudder running through his spine. He can feel his dick hardening in his pants, blood rushing to his face as he suddenly started feeling hot.

Fuck, he really should just stop the two of you. He knew that, but he didn’t have the guts to do it. You moan again, and Denji curses under his breath, sweaty hands glued to the wall as he braces for what he is about to do. Slowly, he slides his head to the side, careful not to make any noise. When it touches the edge of the doorway, he turns, trying to sneakily catch a glimpse of the scene happening inside.

From the corner of his eye he can see you, back turned to him, one sleeve from your dress slipping down your arm as you move up and down on Yoshida’s lap. Your skirt had ridden all the way up your hips, gathering at your waist and leaving your bare ass exposed. Denji could even see Yoshida’s cock entering you as you rode him like a fucking horse. However, he couldn’t really see much more of the guy. His torso and face were hidden by your body, all that was visible were his legs under you and his arms, hands sunk deep into your ass, gripping tight onto your flesh.

Before Denji could get caught, he returned to his spot, resting his head against the wall as he felt his cock throb under his clothes. With a ragged breath, he closed his eyes, but shutting them tight did nothing for his case. The sight of you bobbing up and down on Yoshida’s dick just wouldn’t fucking leave his mind. This was worse than the fucking beach incident, at least then he didn’t get to see shit. Now he was being taunted not only by the noises you made, but by the image that just refused to leave his head.

Shaky hands reached for the bulge in his pants as Denji swallowed dry. When his fingers made contact with his cock, he felt his whole body twitch. Shit, he was already so fucking hard and even more sensitive. He gripped his dick hard through his pants, tugging at it as he heard your moans once again, this time followed by a distinctive masculine growl. Denji had not even properly seen Yoshida, his torso and face being hidden by your body. He was thankful for that, less a chance that his spying would be spotted.

You whined and Denji was sure he could hear the wet sounds of your fucking. Although, he was pretty sure it was just his mind playing tricks on him. Tugging harder at his cock now, he bit back a moan, eyes rolling back at the sensation of the fabric rubbing against his sensitive erection. Shit, he knew he should put an end to this, but he really didn’t want to. He knew he shouldn’t be doing this, but a sick part of him clearly got off on the situation.

“Fuck, your pussy feels so damn good,” Yoshida’s voice was raspy and low, a dark whisper that Denji wasn’t expecting but thrilled him all the more.

He could only imagine what your pussy would feel like. How wet you’d be around his cock. The fantasies making him tug harder at his erection as he heard you whimpering in response to Yoshida’s words. His mind wandering back to the images of you, how the tight dress hugged your curves as you moved, ass looking so soft under the warm light. What he wouldn’t give to have you.

Moving his head to the side again, Denji tried to take a peek once more. He was rewarded with the sight of your body bouncing on top of Yoshida’s legs as his hips started thrusting up, hands spreading your ass and pulling you down deeper. Shit, Denji could see your pussy spreading around his cock, wet lips glistening, even your asshole was exposed from his point of view. Fuck, he could feel his own dick twitch in his pants, fingers squeezing hard through the fabric as his eyes stayed glued to the image before he remembered to duck his head back behind cover.

Fuck, this was insane. Completely insane. Just the fact that it was happening a second time was insane enough. And that Denji was rolling with it yet again was downright sick. He was a sick fuck for this, he was sure, and by this point he was beyond denying it, a hand pulling his cock out of his pants and giving it a long stroke. Shit, he was sure that if Aki saw this, he’d be out of a fucking job.

But that didn’t stop him, not when he heard you moaning out Yoshida’s name in the sweetest, most sinful voice. It made a shiver run down Denji’s back, a feeling somewhere between jealousy and desire. He knew he shouldn’t be that into his friend - especially when she was his other friend’s girlfriend - but damn, the universe clearly wasn’t helping him here.

“Shit, you are gripping on my cock so fucking hard,” it was Yoshida’s voice again, deep and almost groggy with lust.

Denji shuddered, hand starting to fist his cock in a hard pace, his free hand coming to cover his mouth as he rolled his eyes back. He was already leaking pre cum, body reacting fast, even as guilt still fought inside of him. He couldn’t help himself. The last time he didn’t manage to actually jerk off, but now he just couldn’t stop, fist rolling down his length.

You moaned again and Denji bucked his hips into his hand, the flowing pre cum making his movements faster and easier. Shit, he was completely fucked, getting worked up so fast at just the mental image of Yoshida fucking you and the downright pornographic sounds of your moaning. His back laid flush against the wall as Denji breathed hard, jerking his length and imagining himself being the one buried balls deep in you.

He is grunting himself now, feeling sweat begin to pool at his forehead from both the imminent sense of danger and the fast, desperate movements of his body. You give one specially broken cry, and Denji can’t help but whip his head back to look into the door once again. The image before him has Denji’s body tensing, cock throbbing violently. He sees Yoshida thrusting fast and hard into you as his middle finger slides inside your tight asshole. God, what Denji wouldn’t give for a chance at just that, his breath faltering at the sight, mouth open and almost drooling.

Denji is captivated by what he is seeing, Yoshida’s entire finger entering your puckered hole as you moan in ecstasy. Just from the sounds, he could tell you were close - and from the speed of Denji’s movements and the tightness in his core, he was getting pretty damn close himself. Reluctantly, he pulls his head back behind the wall, mouth still slightly open as he closes his eyes, letting your sounds take him in.

His mind is replaying what he has seen, imagining what you feel like as he fists himself violently, all shame having left him by this point, Denji being stripped down to nothing but an animal. You are moaning and Yoshida is grunting and god fucking damn it’s all going straight to his hard cock. His fingers move faster and faster, pumping up and down as he held tight to his throbbing length.

The pace of your moans quicken and Denji’s movements follow along, like a shameful dance to an erotic song. Pre cum is leaking wildly as his cock throbs and twitches, the tight coil in his body tensing more and more. His hips are bucking into his hands freely, Denji no longer caring about even pretending to be rational. The most he is doing is fighting hard not to make any sound, teeth sinking into his bottom lip as he seeks his pleasure.

You give out one high pitched cry and Denji is pretty sure you’ve just hit your orgasm, the thought of your pulsing walls pushing him past the edge and into his own release. He gasps silently, fists still moving as he cums, milking his climax for all that it’s worth. His thick white seed spills to the floor in long ropes, leaving a sticky mark on the dark concrete below. He cums for what feels like an eternity, lungs burning as his entire body shakes. In the back of his mind, he can hear Yoshida grunt loudly, cumming inside you.

Damn, what wouldn’t Denji give to be in his place.

When he starts coming down from his high, it’s like everything hits Denji all at once. He looks around, quickly tucking himself back into his pants. His eyes fall to the floor, shit, he’d have to clean this up - though, it wouldn’t be the first cum stain he has to clean in this damn bar. Holy fuck, what had he done? He really shouldn’t have done this, and now that the post nut clarity hit him, he was feeling like utter shit. Fucking hell, he really was fucked up, wasn’t him?

“Did you enjoy the show, Denji?”

Denji’s heart was still thundering inside his chest when he heard Yoshida’s voice, his eyes going wide. His hands were trembling, body shaking as he looked at the cum stain below him - the clear evidence of his crime. He had been found out? This wasn’t real, this couldn’t be real, it was a nightmare, for sure.

“Come on, don’t be shy,” Yoshida’s voice sounded again, sly as a fox and twice as dangerous.

Denji slowly turned around, peeking into the door again, eyes still wide as he found you sitting on Yoshida’s leg, both of your clothes now fixed back to a more proper state. He held onto the door frame, hand shaking as his eyes found Yoshida’s. Now it was clear. It’s not so much that he had been found out, Yoshida certainly knew from the beginning. His eyes then found yours, and you only smiled, a dangerously sweet gesture.

Fuck, Denji had walked straight into a trap, hadn’t him?

#yoshida hirofumi x reader #yoshida x reader #denji x reader #denji #yoshida hirofumi

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chainsaw-trash · 3 years ago

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Check out my main blog, or my JJK blog!

Heya everybody! I'm just here to announce that I have opened two separate blogs, one for JJK and one for CSM, so in case you don't want to see all the fics for all the fandoms (+ me rambling) you can follow those blogs in separate.

As for the BNHA stuff, it's staying here cause it would be too much to send to a new blog. I'll still post the other fandom fics here too, don't worry, but those are separate blogs to organize things better. As per usual, askbox is always open there too.

If you only wanna see the JJK fics, here is JUJUTSU KAISEN STUFF ONLY.

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chainsaw-trash · 3 years ago

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Chainsa Man Reblogable Masterlist!

Hello! It seems you’ve found the reblogable version of my Masterlist, for all you (me included) mobile users! If you liked my work and want to ask for something, you can make a Request Here!

MASTERLIST

f - fluff a - angst s - smut gn - gender neutral

oneshot:

Smoke [ s , gn ] if she says come inside [ s ] ( Modern!AU )

oneshots:

lose my heart on the burning sands [ s ] ( Modern!AU ) beat it upright [ s ] ( Modern!AU )

oneshots:

lose my heart on the burning sands [ s ] ( Modern!AU ) beat it upright [ s ] ( Modern!AU )

#masterlist #csm #chainsaw man #csm fanfic #csm imgine

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chainsaw-trash · 3 years ago

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is the title “if she says come inside” inspired by nine inch nails cause i saw it and it was the first thing that came to mind 😭

Oooh hey nonnie, yes it actually is!!! I'm happy someone noticed it! Gotta tell ya I have another fic in the plans with a NIN song ref in the title, tho this time it's gonna be the most obvious pick, and it won't be an Aki one. My modern AUs do be telling on my music taste, I got others coming out with more song references

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chainsaw-trash · 3 years ago

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lose my heart on the burning sands

College!AU Chainsaw Man as promised, there is a little smudge of Denji x reader here but it’s mostly Yoshida. Do you know the song where the title comes from? 10 points if you answer correctly Pairing: Yoshida x reader (some Denji x reader implied) Word count: 2459 Warning: nsfw, voyeurism, public(ish) sex, beach sex

The air was warm even during the night, sure it had been hotter during daytime but the temperature was still up, despite the dark sky. The only salvation was the soothing cold winds from the sea. Denji was suddenly happy at Powers’ weird idea of a night party at the beach - a luau she called it - this certainly beat the lack of air-conditioning in their apartment.

The party had actually just been a small gathering, you four and nothing more. Power had certainly invited more but that was a whole other thing. It was fun, the alcohol certainly helped. Now you four laid around a dead firepit, sleeping bags on the sand, a couple feet from each other. Power on one side of Denji and Yoshida and you on the other.

A wave crashed in the shore, the thunderous noise breaking the constant sounds of the ocean. The rhythmic humming of the sea was a nice lul to the arms of sleep, at least for Power who had already gone under. Denji wondered if it sounded anything like an ac unit.

Nah, it was sounding a lot more like heavy breathing.

“Ahh-”

Okay, maybe the heavy breathing wasn’t the ocean. There was movement on his side and Denji opened his eyes, meeting nothing but the almost moonless sky. The breathing was coming from one side of him. Turning his head one way he sees Power, deep asleep and softly snoring. Denji hears movement again and slowly turns his head the other way, laying on his back, body almost stiff.

He didn’t know what he was expecting, but it wasn’t exactly this.

The dim light of the crescent moon made it hard to see but that was definitely Yoshida braced on top of you. One of his arms hid your face as it held him up, but Denji could recognize the color of your tousled hair even in the moonlight. You had one arm around his neck, hand lost in the thick black strands. Yoshida almost covered you in his frame but Denji could still see your restless legs, feet deep into the sand. And your shorts hanging from one of your ankles.

You two were fucking. Denji realized he shouldn’t be watching this. Well, you two shouldn’t be doing it in the open. Shit. You two were fucking, you had been for a while now, how come he only just realized it? Hell, that time in the library when Denji lost sight of you, only for you to come back with messier hair and Yoshida tagging along, you hadn’t just bumped into him. You had been fucking. In the library.

Fuck, how was he so fucking blind?

Denji shuts his eyes, trying not to give into temptation, but he hears you gasp and he just can’t resist the pull to open them again. He can hear Yoshida now, shushing you, sounds so low they are almost drowned by the noise of the ocean. He murmurs something else in your ear that Denji can’t hear but that has you whimpering and Denji can feel his dick getting hard.

Yoshida is in no hush, fucking you nice and slow, sinking your hips further into the sand with each stroke. You can feel every bump and vein of his cock as he lazily pulls out to the head before sheathing his length all the way to the balls once more. He too can feel everything, from the warm wetness of your insides to the slight rubbing of your bikini bottom that he’d just pushed to the side instead of taking the time to fully remove it.

You are fighting so hard your desire to moan every time he bottoms out inside you. And Yoshida’s murmured praises were doing nothing to help. He knows, laughing a deep and dark laugh right by your ear before latching his mouth to your earlobe. He bites and you can feel his tongue warm and wet against your sensitive skin. This time you gasp.

Denji doesn’t know who he should feel more ashed for, you both for fucking out in the open, or himself for peeping like a fucking creep. But now he is already rock hard and far too deep to just stop watching - or so he tells himself. He can see in the dim light as one of your legs goes around Yoshida’s waist, the other locked under one of his. It’s too dark to recognize details but he can see your silhouettes move in an aggressive kiss.

Denji can feel his body stiff under the sleeping bag, the fear of getting caught pumping adrenaline into his veins and not making things any better for the hard cock straining against his shorts. He is breathing heavily now and he swears he can hear the wet noises of your kissing. Fuck his dick feels so hot against the skin of his hips, begging to be stroked. If he could dip his hands down to touch it just a bit.

“Yoshida, ” you murmur in his ears, a barely audible whine as he nips at your neck, “this is dangerous,” your voice is weak and breathy and your reprimand holds little strength.

Yoshida on his part laughs again before responding. “Don’t see you stopping me,” he whispers in your ear, his teasing voice almost swallowed by the waves breaking in the distance.

He sinks his cock in again, rubbing his pelvis against yours and drawing a gasp from you both. One hand goes from your waist to your chest, dipping under your shirt before finding your breast. His slender fingers dip under your bikini bra and grab at your soft flesh, groping your tit and pinching your nipple. The harassment to your sensitive skin has you whining, helplessly begging for more. Your pussy tightens in response and he grunts.

“You are liking this,” he whispers it like a filthy secret in your ear, one you can’t deny.

Once again Denji did not resist temptation, his hand had slid down to his pants and fuck he was trying his hardest to be sneaky, hoping beyond hope the bulky sleeping bag would hide his shame. He knew he couldn’t just start rubbing so he had his palm resting on his cock, fingers caressing it slightly. His skin felt hot to the touch, even under the fabric of his shorts and he was pretty sure he must be already dripping pre cum.

He could clearly hear your murmuring but it wasn’t clear enough to make out the sentences. He’d heard you saying what seemed like Yoshida’s name in a borderline pleading tone and it sent electricity down his dick. Fuck, that sounded so goddamn hot it should be wrong. He heard the shuffling of clothes and strained whimpering every time Yoshida moved and even through the darkness Denji knew he was burying himself all the way to the hilt.

Fuck, you were really going at it, how had Power not heard it yet?

The smell of the ocean drowns you just as Yoshida’s hard dick continuously drowns into you. He had always smelled like the sea anyways - ‘perks of studying marine biology’ he would say - so now it just feels like you are drowning in him. Like there is only him, even though you know there isn’t. You know this is dangerous and wrong and why the fuck is it so damn good? You can only hope the noise of the waves and the dark of night could hide you.

Yoshida is not letting up, lazy trusts keeping you on the edge every time as he sinks into your sensitive pussy. His length filling you up again and again pushing you closer and closer to your breaking point. So close you can almost taste it. Your walls clench around him now, drawing a rough breath from his throat as his hips roll against your rhythmically. With each stroke the swollen head of his cock hitting that sensitive spot within you that has you whimpering.

You let out a small cry and in a moment the hand that was groping your breast is holding your mouth closed, pushing your head into the sand. He shushes you again and your whole body jolts with the sudden roughness of it all. You are tugging at his hair now, eliciting a low and animalistic sound from him. Your free hand desperately grabs at his shirt as he bucks into you, his cock stretching and dragging your walls just right. You can hear the perverted sounds of your own wetness and you can only pray nobody else hears it too.

“Come on babe,” Yoshida whispers, almost out of breath, “gotta be quiet.”

Denji is in a state of despair now, trying to sneakily rut his hips into his hands. God only knows how he hasn’t gotten caught and he is hella lucky that the fabric of his beach shorts won’t stain so easily cause he is oozing pre cum by now. He can feel it on his skin, wet and hot and it’s making the fabric of his shorts slide that much easier.

He hears a cry from you and grabs his cock hard, the thick length twitching violently in his hand. That’s when he hears movement from his other side. Fuck, did Power wake up? Denji freezes, looking to the side quickly he sees her shift in her sleeping bag but remain asleep. Denji shudders as he hears Yoshida’s voice, a wave crashing in the background keeping him from making out the words.

He looks to your side again, there is almost no light but he can see Yoshida is moving faster and your legs tremble and shake in rhythm with his movements. This is so wrong. Not that the notion stops Denji, his thumb caressing the swollen head of his cock. His thick length rubbing against his palm, feeling the sensitive veins brushing against the fabric. His cock feels heavy and his balls have never felt more full. He shouldn’t be doing this - you had been friends since the start of college - and yet he can’t stop the thoughts that cross his mind.

Yoshida can feel that you are close, he can feel your trembling legs and the constant clenching of your pussy. He can feel himself getting closer too, the coil tightening inside him as his cock twitches with every movement he makes. He gently shushes you once more before moving the hand from your mouth to your clit, skilled fingers making quick work of your body.

Before you can moan out he shuts you up with a kiss, tongue exploring your mouth, demanding space as he silences you through your building orgasm. He can feel you squirm and grunt as he drinks in your cries, hips grinding against you faster and faster as your walls try to milk his already throbbing cock. You are in ecstasy, violently pulling at his hair as your other hand moves below his shirt, fingers digging deep into the skin of his back. His body is crushing you now, his thrusts becoming erratic as he chases after his own high.

Denji can hear you whimper and the wet sound of your kiss, it feels desperate and violent and fuck it makes him so horny. He hears Yoshida grunting, sounding like a wild animal. The kind that would fuck openly anywhere with disregard. It sounds hot, needy and primal. He grips his length hard, trying to inconspicuously give his fat cock a tug, desperately trying to get the friction he craved. Now he is the one having to choke his own noises.

Yoshida is moving faster now, rutting like an animal, his mouth having moved to your neck, nipping and licking at the soft skin. He really is trying not to leave a mark, but fuck it’s so hard to resist. Your pussy feels so good as it takes him whole, your hot wet walls taking him so deep. You are way too fucking good and he can feel his balls tightening and his entire body trembling, a gasp escaping his throat. So damn close.

Denji can more hear your movements than see them and why is that so damn erotic? He is pretty sure that all he can smell is the ocean but his brain has him believing he can smell sex. At this point it doesn’t matter anymore what is reality and what is not, all his body knows is desire. He is gripping, rubbing, rutting, doing anything to get some friction. He is so lost in pleasure his mind doesn’t even register the shuffling happening besides him.

“Cum inside or out?” Yoshida whispers the question into your ear, the sound hoarse and deep, usually it wouldn’t be a question he’d just paint your walls with his seed, but usually you were somewhere with an actual bathroom.

“Out,” you whimper the answer to him, voice still coming out needy and broken.

Yoshida shudders, thrusting with abandon now, ravaging your sensitive cunt faster and faster. His cock is throbbing continuously as he tries to push it deeper and deeper before suddenly pulling out. Your bodies are still crushed together, his cock pressed between you two as it shoots rope after rope of cum. You can feel his dick pulsate violently as he cums, still thrusting his hips as he tries to ride his orgasm. His cum feels hot and thick on the exposed skin of your stomach and hell he is cumming a lot.

“What’s that noise?”

Fuck.

Denji stops mid tug, turning his head to the front instinctively, body freezing as a whole. He watches from the corner of his eye - breath labored and heavy and sweat pooling on his brown - as Power shuffles in her bag. He can tell she is half asleep and he can only hope she doesn’t wake up more. He also hears no more noise from the two of you, he can only guess you heard her too.

“What are you guys,” she lifts her torso a bit and there is a moment held in a bubble of tension, “fuck, just let me sleep,” her voice breaks the bubble as she turns to the side again, ready to go back to sleep. Denji stays still for a few moments, muscles tense and breathing uneven, mind still tense from almost having been caught. When he creates the courage to look to your side from the corner of his eye he can see Yoshida was no longer on top of you. Guess the fun was over and he could only wonder if you had finished or if you were both as high strung as him. Fuck, that was something. His hard cock throbbed in agreement. It wasn’t gonna be easy to sleep now.

#yoshida hirofumi #denji #yoshida x reader #yoshida hirofumi x reader #denji x reader

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chainsaw-trash · 3 years ago

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if she says come inside

Yet another plotless smut, yet another modern AU. I like modern AUs, what can I say. Please, enjoy this and a little ask or a little comment or a reblog is always welcome to feed the suffering writer. Pairing: Aki x Reader Word count: 3695 Warnings: ns//fw, anal sex

For anyone passing by the Devilock was a small, dark and definitely shady looking hell hole of a bar. But it was his hell hole of a bar. It had been almost something of a second home to him since near the end of college, a few years back. With a gastronomy degree almost in hand, Aki had expected himself to go to work in some expensive restaurant where he wouldn’t get much money - nor much respect. And that was exactly what happened, but the pay was less, and the respect lesser, then even he had imagined. So when he saw an offer for a starting bartender at the local punk bar, paying more than he got and with better benefits too, he was quick to grab it.

Mixing drinks had been a hobby, equal parts party trick and just something picked out of sheer curiosity for the chemistry of alcoholic beverages. He never planned on it being his long time job. Life, however, rarely goes as planned. Now, a few years in, he was chief bartender, and general person in charge of the bar when the owner was out. Aki knew the Devilock like the back of his hand. From the quiet back balcony he used for smoking to the one stall in the men’s bathroom with the suspiciously hip high hole in one side of it - a hole he’d cover up ever so often before someone opened it up again.

Still, being on the other side of the bar felt somewhat weird. He was used to the noise of the beer tap and cold metal of the cocktail shaker in his hand. But today all he heard was the music and all his hands felt was the warmth of your skin - and the occasional cold glass of beer. Aki had come with you to the bar on his night off, there was a band on stage today that he knew you liked, he usually enjoyed their performances too so he invited you to come.

It also helped a lot that the owner let him drink for free.

The Devilock was packed today, even the usually empty mezzanine was bustling with movement. You two had found your spot further from the stage, away from the worst of the crowd. You were pressed against a pillar closer to the entrance, Aki’s back on the cold concrete as yours rested on his chest. Still, even from a distance, the music from the band almost drowned the sound of the people. Not that Aki cared much, at the moment all his mind could focus on was you.

Maybe it was the alcohol getting to his head, or maybe the blunt you’d passed him before coming was a bit too good, but Aki was hella horny. Horny and sensitive, like he hadn’t felt in a good while. And having you pushed tight against him all night was not doing him any favors. None whatsoever.

The smell of your hair, a mix of his cigarettes and your shampoo, had Aki almost moaning out loud as he peppered kisses on the side of your neck. One of his hands held you tight by the waist, the other resting on your hips, feeling the texture of your skirt against his skin. Your body pressed his to the pillar and Aki could feel every shift and stir of your curves as you moved to the beat - and he sensed his self control hanging from a thread.

Aki trailed the path from your shoulder to the back of your neck with wet kisses, tightening his grip on you as he left a hickey on your nape. It had you shifting in a way that made your ass rub just right against his crotch, there was no doubt a bulge was forming on his pants. Aki heard you whine, a sound that almost had him on his knees. Fuck, he was really a mess tonight, wasn’t him?

“Aki,” you moaned out his name, barely above the music.

You turned your body around, coming face to face with him. He could feel your breasts pressing against his chest, and any thoughts that changing positions could help were expelled from his mind. From where Aki was he could see deep within your neckline now, the tantalizing desire to just pull your tits out of your shirt crossing his mind before he fought it. You were so close, lips almost touching, the smell of your perfume taunting his composure.

“Love,” his response came in a deep rumble as he fitted his gaze deep into your eyes.

“What are you doing?” Your hands moved from his chest to his neck as you asked the question, tone laced in malice.

“Just kissing my girl.”

He shot you a playful smile before crashing his lips to yours, tongue caressing your bottom lip before he gave it a slight bite. The hand around your waist traveled down further until it found your ass, fingers groping your soft flesh through the fabric of your clothes. The other hand traveling up along your side until you felt his thumb brush your chest.

“More like coping a feel.”

You both laughed as you broke apart from the kiss, faces still so close. Aki shrugged, eyebrows shooting up as he tilted his head to the side.

“Well,” he paused for a second, “you are my girl, so… I don’t see the problem.”

“Pervert,” you hit his chest for emphasis as he moved in for another kiss.

“Yeah, yeah,” you both laughed again, Aki slurring on his words as he spoke between kisses.

Your laughter quickly died out as you felt his tongue in your mouth, the taste of cigarettes and beer overwhelming your senses. The contrast of his soft lips on yours with his rough hand sneaking under your shirt making you shiver. Aki pulled you closer yet, hand firmly on your back leaving you no space. That’s when you felt it, the large bulge pressing against your belly, hard, hot and heavy.

Aki groaned at the friction, the brush of your body against his cock already sending sparks through his nerves. His large palm came to cradle the back of your head, pulling you deeper into the kiss. It’s not like you could get much closer than this, but he still wanted more. He felt one of your hands pull on the leather of his jacket as the other traveled dangerously down.

“Fuck,” he hissed, breaking apart the kiss, the sound somewhere between warning and encouragement.

It was your turn to taste his neck now, tongue loose and sloppy as you kissed your way closer to his collarbone. Aki had to bite back a moan, feeling your wet lips on his neck and the warmth of your hand on his cock. You were being a fucking tease, tracing the bulge on his pants with your fingers before squeezing it through the fabric.

In a moment of lucidity Aki looked around the two of you, nobody seemed to have noticed anything yet. Fuck, you shouldn’t be doing this. It was definitely wrong, this was his work and today the place was packed. It was definitely wrong, and that surely added to the thrill. You sink your teeth on the side of his neck and this draws a hiss from his lips, making him pull on the hairs at your nape before releasing them again.

You snake one arm around his neck, almost as if hugging him innocently while the hand on his cock stroked him lazily, occasionally squeezing him through his jeans. Aki felt almost feverish at this point, drowning in your tease and the feeling of your lips, softly humming the songs on his skin. No matter how much he tried, it didn’t take much for him to break.

Aki’s fingers came to caress your hair before you felt his lips against your ear. “Is this how you want to play, huh?”

You feel his hand tug on your hair as the one under your shirt digs into your flesh. The voice in your ear is a low rumble, husky and warm. Aki uses your hair to pull your head back, making you look him eye to eye. The blue of his eyes is almost nowhere to be seen, pupils dilated like two immense black holes - and you can’t be sure if it’s from lust or intoxication. All you can give in reply is a whine and he laughs.

“Oh, love,” he laughs, amused at the situation, “you are no good,” he smiles again, one hand grabbing your wrist and tearing your fingers from his cock. “No good,” he murmurs into your mouth, crashing his lips into your.

His hand holds your face as he kisses you deep and sweet, it tastes like heaven and has Aki slowly grinding his hips against you. When he pulls away you groan in dissatisfaction, the smile on his face is almost obscene. He brushes your hair away from your eyes, his other arm pulling you tight against him as he lightly sways you both.

“Slut,” it’s somewhere between a laugh and a whisper, his eyes lustful but soft on yours.

“Huh huh,” you laugh softly, hand coming to his chest again, “your slut.”

Aki laughs, pulling his lips to your ear, skin brushing softly against each other. “Then I’m gonna fuck you like one,” he punctuates his words with a nibble on your ear.

It happens faster than you can process, the next thing you know Aki is pulling you by the hand through the crowd that had formed on the bar. Maybe it’s the alcohol, maybe you are still a bit high, but you can’t help the laughter that bursts from you. It’s rare to see Aki break his wall of seriousness, even when he is horny, so seeing him this reckless is a welcome change.

Aki is pulling you through the crowd, from the entrance to the back of the club, near where the actual bar is. There are a lot of people and he has to hold your hand tight but there is no way he could stay like that. And if you two hadn’t moved from where you were there was the actual danger he’d fuck you right there. Maybe another day, in a bar he doesn’t actually work at. So he went for the next best thing: the disability bathroom that they had to keep locked - ironically, because people kept fucking in it. It just so happened Aki had the key.

“Aki, what are you doing?”

Your voice was breathless from trying to keep up with his strides in the middle of the crowd. Aki was clearly in a rush to get wherever he was taking you. In a few more steps he came to a stop, hands fumbling with something you couldn’t quite see in the darkness.

“Trying to open this door so I can fuck you senseless,” Aki’s voice was barely above a wishper, hissing in annoyance at the lock before finally finding the right key.

“What?” You had to contain yourself to keep quiet, looking around almost frantically as you noticed that you two were now close to the actual bar. “What if somebody notices?”

“Nobody is gonna notice, the only person who could notice is my boss and she will be too busy ogling at the band’s vocalist.”

Aki fumbled with the lock a bit before opening the door, pulling you inside and locking it again. As soon as you were both inside he shoved you against a wall, one hand going to turn on the old yellow bulb from the ceiling. The light wasn’t that strong, nothing much better than the darkness before, but it was good enough. In a moment Aki was on your lips, silencing a plea you barely had the chance to start.

The kiss was sloppy, his wet lips quickly making you forget what you wanted to say. You moaned and the echo of your own voice rang into your ears. The constant sound of the muffled outside music feeling foreign to you, like you were in a whole other dimension. One where finally it was only you and Aki, and you could fully give into the feeling of his body on yours.

Aki pulled his mouth from yours, a trail of saliva connecting your lips as he gazed into your eyes for a brief moment. Pulling the neckline of your shirt down he revealed your tits, mouth quickly finding your warm skin. He was rough and hungry, biting and sucking at one breast as his hand groped the other, fingers sinking deep into sour soft flesh.

Once he was satisfied with the hickey he left on you, his lips moved, tongue quickly finding your nipple. You were pulling at his hair now, his hair tie quickly coming loose as you held onto him for dear life, trying your best not to scream. He moaned into your chest, sending shivers down your spine as his other hand found your clothed pussy.

Aki’s deft fingers pressed against your folds through the fabric of your panties, putting pressure on your sensitive clit. Fuck, you were wet already. He could feel your hips bucking into his hand, legs shaking under his touch. Pushing your panties aside, he slipped one finger into your soaked pussy, relinquishing the feeling of your warm pussy.

You pulled on his hair again and this time Aki responded, lifting his head from your breast and coming face to face with you again. Now that he looked at you in the light he saw the state of your lips, red and bruised from his previous kisses. You looked gorgeous. Your pleasure face as his finger moved inside you. The glow cast by the warm light on your skin. The way your eyes gazed into his through your heavy eyelashes. You were simply perfect.

Aki crashed his lips to yours again, a second finger joining the first inside your pussy. His tongue using your gasp as an opportunity to slip inside your mouth. The hand on your breast moved to your neck and you could feel the pressure of his long fingers against your throat. All you could feel was him. All you wanted to feel was him.

You sensed Aki quickening the pace of his fingers as one of your hands tugged on his hair again, the other stroking his cock through his jeans. He had your legs trembling, your breath erratic and you could feel yourself coming close. The coil in your core tightening ever more as you moaned into the kiss.

He could feel you getting closer too. Your soft warm walls quivering around his fingers, pressing tighter and tighter into him as he hits that one sweet spot. You moaned again, sound echoing from the tile walls as he bites and sucks at your lower lip. You pick up the pace of your own hand, stroking his cock faster. Feeling the precum already soaking into the fabric of his pants as his length throbs in your grip.

Aki moans out your name, biting into your chin and kissing along your jaw. He has two fingers inside your pussy and one on your clit and you can’t take much more. You are moaning out, pleading in a broken and desperate tone. His fingers continue to press into that one spot and it doesn’t take long for you to see stars. The pleasure has your body trembling as his fingers ride you through your orgasm. He only stops when you beg him to.

His cock is throbbing painfully now, he can feel it straining against his pants. In one swift movement Aki throws you on the large stone sink. Bending you forward, he can’t resist grinding against your ass a few times before he finally opens the zipper of his pants, pulling his heavy cock out. He is red, veins remarkably visible and tip leaking precum continuously.

Pulling your skirt over your ass, Aki drinks in the view before he starts pulling down your panties and stuffing them in his jacket pocket. His fingers find your pussy again and you whine in a low voice, your sensitive folds crying from the overstimulation. He pays no mind to your cries. Fingers digging into your pussy and gathering your sloppy wetness before pulling back up and spreading it on your ass.

He repeats this a few times before slipping one finger inside. You groan as his finger enters your ass without much resistance, quickly going all the way to the last knuckle. Aki is chanting praises to you as his hand fists his hard cock, spreading precum over the whole length. Soon one finger in your ass turns to two and he is massaging your hole thoroughly.

As soon as he slips out his fingers you feel the head of his cock kissing your asshole. You moan and arch your back into the stone as he slowly penetrates your ass, giving you time to adjust as he moves in, inch by inch. He feels so good, stretching your walls in the most delicious way. You can feel everything, every vein as he patiently pushes forward until he is balls deep into you, earning a breathless gasp from the both of you.

The slow moments pass quickly, though. Lust and desperation take over Aki as he starts to move, it doesn’t take long for him to find himself in a fast and hard pace. He is pulling out all the way to the tip before slamming back, heavy balls slapping against your wet pussy. You bite into your arm to keep yourself silent, lifting your eyes up to look in the mirror, only to find Aki completely lost to pleasure.

The dimly lit bathroom is filled with the sounds of your muffled moans and Aki’s husky grunts. He has his shirt held up by his teeth, one hand digging into your ass as the other moves to tug on your hair. You cry out and tighten around him, making Aki groan through gritted teeth. He is fucking into you relentlessly, eyes hypnotized by how you ass stretches around his cock and takes his whole length inside.

He can feel his dick dragging your walls as they try to milk him. Aki wants so badly to slap your ass but he knows that might just be too much noise, so he settles for digging his fingers into your skin, so hard he is sure to leave marks. He is thrusting with abandon now, chasing after his high, getting closer and closer. You can feel his cock throbbing and twitching inside you as his movements become erratic.

“I’m so close,” his tone is low and dangerous, strained words sounding almost like a threat.

“Ah,” you can only moan, trembling words falling from your abused lips, “yeees, Aki.”

“Yeah, you want my cum, love?”

“Yes, Aki, please.”

You look into the mirror again and this time Aki is looking back at you. A smug smile adorns his handsome face, loose hair framing his features. You don’t have much time to bask in his beauty though, as he sets a brutal pace that has you scrambling for breath. The sounds of his hips slapping hard against your ass filling the bathroom.

“What is it, huh?” You can hear in his voice how much effort he is making to hold himself back, but he wants it his way, he wants you to be. “I’ll only come inside you if you say you want it.”

“Aki, please,” your mind is going blank from his violent trusts, words stumbling out of your mouth before you can even notice them, “please come inside me, I want it all.”

“Fuck, then take it all.”

These few words, your eager and breathless pleads, that’s all it takes to have him falling over the edge. His trusts are shallow and fast as he is determined to ride your ass through his orgasm. His body falls forwards, the hand on your hair pulling you back so your torso meets his and his teeth sink into your shoulder. You can feel the hot spurts of cum coming from this thick cock as it pulsates deep within you. When he eventually stops, length still buried to the hilt in your ass, you both just stay still and breath for a few moments, blissfully exhausted.

When Aki finally recovers from the pleasure he nuzzles your neck. Laying soft kisses on your back, he pulls out of your ass before helping you back up on your feet. He kisses your cheek as you watch him through the mirror, rough fingers pulling your shirt back in place and gently smoothing your hair. Aki whispers love confessions in your ear as he lets your skirt fall into place, tying his hair and softly kissing your lips before grabbing your hand and moving back towards the door.

“Aki,” he is already pulling you forward as you decide to question the one thing he is forgetting, “can you give back my panties?”

“No,” his answer is direct, voice flat and nonchalant even as he pulls you into a tight hug, lips resting on your ear. “You wanted my cum now you have to keep it inside,” that’s when you hear the door clicking as he opens it.

“Aki! We are going out in public,” you try your best to keep your voice low as the music hits your ears again, but it’s no use, he has already pulled you out of the bathroom.

“Then, I guess you better not spill any.”

He smiles at you again and you can see the devil in his lips as the click of the door closing reaches your ears. He touches his lips to yours for a fast kiss before you feel his free hand slap you hard in the ass. Soon he is pulling you through the crowd once more, as if nothing happened. The only sign of his little game being the deep rumble of his laugher - and, fuck, you are pretty sure he knows you can’t hold on for long. Damn him for cumming so much.

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chainsaw-trash · 3 years ago

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Listen this is just porn, nothing more, reader sucking Aki on the balcony as he smokes. That’s it, that’s what Ihave to offer today. Also it’s gn!reader, no descriptions. Pairing: Aki x gn!reader Word Count: 1778 Warnings: NS//FW, 18+, smut, oral m!recieving, slight face fcking, cum eating

smoke

The dark of the night sky engulfed the city in its shadows, the sliver of moon left today barely shone anything on the small balcony. A warm light painted Aki’s face in the deep darkness as he lit another cigarette and breathed in the smoke, the yellows and oranges of the fire caressing his skin. He felt lucky a cold wind hadn’t put out his fire. Slowly exhaling the smoke in his lungs he relaxed, a hand coming to caress your hair. Fuck, it was late, he should be asleep, but there was no way in hell he could sleep with just how fucking good you were.

Aki inhaled the smoke with a rumble from deep within his core that he was sure you could feel. Your pretty lips sealed tight around his cock, sucking on the swollen tip as you gripped the base with one of your hands. He exhaled with a grunt, the hand in your hair pulling slightly as he rested his other arm against the balcony. Fuck , your mouth was so warm, so good that he’d probably even stop smoking if you asked him to now. He flicked the cigarette on the balcony wall, ashes falling to the city below, before he pulled it back to his lips again.

“Fuck,” he looked down at you, you looked just too damn perfect on your knees, “so good.”

His words were more moaned than spoken, smoke being exhaled as he talked. Your eyes met, gaze locked together as you let his cock slip from between your lips, Aki already missing your warmth. You smiled, a mischievous thing, more of a taunt than the warm smile he was used to from your daily life.

You tightened your grip on him, kissing along the underside as you took your mouth all the way to the base of his hard cock. Aki felt the wetness of your tongue touch his skin, right above a particularly sensitive vein. Damn. You licked his erection from the base to the slit, painfully slowly. He couldn’t stop a groan, the smoky sound coming from deep within as his hips bucked instinctively.

Aki inhaled deep the cigarette smoke again, flicking the ashes to the side in a fluid motion, feeling the hush of the nicotine heighten the sensations. You took him into your mouth again, swallowing his thick cock a good two thirds of the way. You felt so good, so perfect, so warm and wet and he moaned, a bit too loud for his own liking. This was already risky he didn’t need to make it worse - but the adrenaline, oh the adrenaline was even better than the nicotine.

You shot Aki a questioning look, lips still around his dick. He wasn’t gonna take judgment from you, not while you were in that position. The hand in your hair grabbed harder and pushed your head into his dick - back to sucking with you . His hand quickly pulling the cigarette back to his lips.

You took more of his erection in your mouth, you could already feel the salty taste of precum in his slit. He was thick, he knew it, but you always struggled and took it all in. You felt the enlarged head of his cock hit the roof of your mouth, it was so hot, so big, you couldn’t help but moan, the vibrations going straight to his erection. You heard Aki moan out your name, the smell of tobacco, strong as it escaped his lungs.

Aki’s grip on your hair loosened again as he lit a new cigarette. Now free, you bobbed your head up and down, controlling your breathing as you moved to take more of him in. You felt his cock twitch in your mouth as his hips bucked again, hand pulling strong at your hair once more. The groan that escaped his lips was enough to make you feel your core tighten, excitation heightened by his strong pull on your hair. His voice was just sinful .

“Good,” he moaned out, voice roughened by the hot smoke, dripping with a desire that bordered violence, “that’s it, but I know you can take more.”

His praise made your core tighten again, and how could you deny him? The hand on your hair caressed you approvingly as you started moving once more. It was something deeply intimate, the praise, the voice, the caresses to your hair. More even than how his fat cock twitched, stretching inside of your mouth, precum leaking vigorously now. He tasted good, so good, and he smelled of the citric soap in his bathroom, skin so warm it heated you wherever it touched.

You took more of him in, gagging slightly as his cock came closer to the back of your throat. Aki murmured more praises to you, letting you set the tempo as you moved your lips in slow and deliberate movements along the length of his dick. It felt so damn good and he wanted so much more but he’d let you go slow, let you set the pace for now. He knew that you’d always find your way to the base of his cock.

Aki felt himself twitch, fighting the desire to move his hips as he felt you gagging on his cock, coming closer and closer to where he wanted you to be. He murmured to let you know to take your time. Dirty praises, laced in desire and cigarette smoke. He didn’t want to choke you, not really . He wanted you to accommodate his length, his width. He wanted you to be the perfect fit for him.

When you finally took him balls deep in your mouth, when he finally felt himself fully sheathed in you, his head so close to the back of your throat, Aki shuddered. The hand in your hair held your head in place with a firm grip as he took a long drag from his cigarette.

“That’s it,” his voice was laced with smoke and lust, with words spoken in a growl, “so perfect .”

Aki used the hand in your hair to start moving your head up and down his cock, slowly at first as he let you get used to his size. But it didn’t take long for him to start moving you faster. A torrent of curses spilling from his lips as he felt your wet mouth dragging along his hard cock, pressing just right the thick vein on the underside of his length. He was bucking his hips now, and to you there was nothing more than the salty taste of him. He was almost using your head to jerk off and you felt fire burn in your core at the thought.

You could feel his cock throbbing between your lips, the head hitting against your cheeks as you sucked. His hips starting to buck freely as he started fucking your mouth, the only thing you could do was try not to gag as he buried himself to the hilt again and again . You could feel his heavy balls hitting your face every time he fully sheathed himself.

Aki watched with a burning desire as your head easily bobbed up and down on his dick, slobbering down his heavy erection, the mix of saliva and pre cum making it all easier. You were a mess yourself too, red swollen lips, saliva dripping from your mouth and eyes closed in bliss. Fuck, you made him crazy, balls feeling painfully heavy as he felt desperate to empty them in your mouth. He was coming so fucking close he could feel it. The shortened breaths making it harder for him to smoke but fuck he wanted to. He wanted the high like he wanted you.

You started to feel his heavy cock throb and twitch as his hips started losing tempo. You had to brace yourself on his legs as Aki’s movements became erratic. He started to lose himself in moans and praises that spilled out of his perfect lips like sacred prayers. His voice was husky from the cigarette and filled with desire. He was fucking your mouth like a pussy and he’d cum in it like one.

Aki was panting, knuckles white as he gripped your hair tight. Ah you were so perfect , so sinfully wet and hot and you took his cock so well. His movements were shallower now, hips bucking uncontrollably. All he could think of was how good you felt, the grinding of his hips into you, the throbbing of his length as it rubbed on your mouth and it was so much, all so much .

Aki inhaled one last time before letting the cigarette fall to from his fingers. Both his hands now desperately engulfing your head and holding you into place. He was buried to the hilt, the sensitive head of his cock almost hitting the back of your throat when you felt it. You felt him twitch intensely as thick ropes of cum spilled from his slit. You could feel it hitting your tongue, the taste so fantastic.

He exhaled the smoke from his lungs with the breath he was holding, pulling his hips back as you started to gag and cum spilled from your mouth. No, Aki couldn’t have it, he wanted you to swallow his thick cream. Rocking his hips back and forth he rode through his orgasm. Yeah, he wanted to fill you up so good.

“Take it all,” his voice was strained, pulled tight as he spasmed on your mouth, “just like that, take it. ”

Aki made sure to milk himself to the last drop before pulling his cock out. You felt one of his hands touching your face as his cock withdrew. Fuck, you could feel his cum on your mouth, it was so thick you found it hard to swallow. But you always did, gulping down and savoring the taste. Aki used his thumb to open your mouth, rubbing it on your tongue as you moaned, eyes locked with yours.

“You fucking swallow so good,” he sounded labored and very much sinful.

Aki wished for a smoke now. Oh , he remembered now his last cigarette had fallen down to the city below in his ecstasy. Ah, it was for a good reason. He moves the hand from your mouth to your head, caressing you as his other hand found your own.

“Fuck, I love you,” his voice was quiet but so full of honesty, just as his smile.

“I love your cum,” you gave him that taunting, mischievous smile again as you licked one of your fingers.

He snarled at you before giving a low laugh, you had to ruin the mood.

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