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ꜱʏɴᴏᴘꜱɪꜱ; you're interested in your mayjor professor? What a scandal.

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Tags; NSFW CONTENT! MDNI!. age gap(reader in early 20's aki in late 30's). bit exhibitionism(risky). nicknames(sir, slut, good girl). Breeding kink. Unprotected sex.

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It was one day, when you got introduced to your new major professor for your semester, and boom- you had a crush. A big one at that.

You just found everything about him enthralling, from his little ponytail to his stoic expressions and serious manner. But it was his mysterious private life that got you going.

Normally, some of your previous professors would at least be a bit open about their private lives, mentioning their kids or wives- but him? Nothing.

He came, taught his classes, and went on his merry way. It frustrated you. You wanted to know more about him, did he have a wife? Hopefully not. Or kids? You were good with kids, to be honest.

What was his type in women? Petite ones? Shy? Or was he a votary of the body? Voluptuous? Or did he prefer slim women?

You had an urgent need to know, to know what the likelihood of him being drawn to you would be. It was not like you wanted to build up a life with him- a good fuck would be satisfactory.

"Miss Y/N? If you're not paying attention to my teaching, you are free to leave this classroom."

Mr. Hayakawa's voice lets your hair stand on end, drawing your attention back to him at the very front of the class. Everyone turned their heads in your direction, non-readable expressions on their faces.

You were embarrassed. This was the second time, in one day that you got a warning from the one teacher you were trying to get into your panties.

Very well done Y/N. He must think you're some impolite brat, still stuck in your high school years. Chance blown.

"I-I'm sorry, it won't happen again", you mumbled under your breath while averting your gaze from your class, hoping they would soon recover their attention back to his teachings.

But his resistant gaze never wavered, piercing your skull. His eyes soon lifted, leaving a sour expression on his face.

Your heart was beating in your chest, hands growing sweaty the more you fumbled with the end of your pitiful short skirt.

His eyes quickly flickered to where your hands were, quickly swallowing the lump in his throat as he caught the sight of your plush tighs. Damned be those short dresses, and you unconsciously winding it up didn't help him at all.

His sense holding his thoughts by a thread, he returned his gaze to your face, "You should come to me after class. We should discuss your behavior to prevent future inconveniences."

Your breath hitched, fingers tightly gripping your skirt in anticipation and embarrassment, "Yes sir."

Your heart was beating rapidly in your chest as the bell rang, signaling the end of this lesson. You saw Mister Hayakawa clean the chalkboard, doing some things on his table after.

You sat on your chair, glued, unable to stand up or move, eyes inspecting your professor's movements.

More and more of your classmate left the room, the atmosphere growing more quiet with every student disappearing.

Soon, you felt your professor's blue eyes bore through yours. He motioned you to move him to the front with his index and middle finger, returning to doing something on his documents.

You gathered all your courage and stood up, making your way to the front. With every step you took, you felt excitement rushing through your veins, his attention soon on you as you stood on the opposite of where he was seated.

He rested his chin on his open palm, eyeing you up and down. Did he... just look at your skirt? Oh my god, he's still looking.

"The dress code of this University clearly states to wear the skirt over the knees, not thighs." You felt your face heat up at his comment, quickly mumbling endless apologies, and adjusting your skirt correctly.

His eyes now flew to your blouse, "Your blouse it's not how it's supposed to be, is it?"

This was the worst and best day of your life at the same time. Yes, you did get humiliated in front of your class and crush, but it was your crush who we're talking about right now.

Hands flying to your blouse to fully close the buttons, his voice made you halt your movements and glance at him through your lashes.

"Do you think I'm some dumb fuck? I know what you're doing, miss Y/N."

You bit the inside of your cheek, slyly looking anywhere but at him, "I don't know what you're talking about sir."

He let out a pity laugh at your answer, telling you to take a seat in front of him. He stood up, walking around the table until he stood right next to you, eyes glaring down at your form.

"Your skirt is always rilled up so high, blouse barely buttoned up," his fingers made contact with the wooden table, your eyes following the way his fingers neared you.

"I don't mind. I'm flattered, really.", his hand was mere inches from your face, brushing a strand of your hair behind your ear, "but do you know what I do mind?"

You were completely at his mercy, unable to protest nor look him in the eye. "N-no sir, I don't."

His movements stopped, hand softly taking hold of your chin, making your eyes meet his tempting ones. His gaze flickered between your eyes and mouth, unable to find rest in just one feature.

"Being rock hard during lessons because of your dirty little antics."

Your breath hitched in your throat, eyes slowly lowering to look at his pants, the imprint of his aching length visible through the fabric.

As he noticed where your eyes were fixated on, his hand slid down to the back of your neck, thumb sensually brushing it. "Be a good girl and help me out, yeah?"

You nodded and complied, hands making quick work to undo the belt on his pants, placing yourself on your knees before him while looking up at him with those eyes of yours.

Fuck, he was about to lose it. If you would continue looking at him like that, he would take you right there and then on this table. Your professor's mouth was slightly agape as you undid the last piece of his clothing, cock springing free.

You were quick to open your mouth and close it around his leaking tip. The feral growl he let out made you clench your thighs together, eager to hear more of him.

Your tongue flicked over his sensitive tip, causing the man above you to slightly hiss at your action. "Quit the teasing naughty girl. We don't got that much time."

His reminder caused you to speed up the bopping of your head, hand stroking what your mouth couldn't take in any more. His tip repeatedly hit the back of your throat, causing low moans to erupt from his lungs and you to choke around his length.

He soon was growing impatient, hand taking a firm hold of your hair, nails scraping your scalp. Your professor moved your head to a speed of his liking, throwing his head back as he steadied himself on the desk with his other hand.

And as he looked down at your form, tears welling at your eyes and brows frowning in concentration, he was about to burst right then and there. "Shit, you never look so concentrated in my lessons. What a dirty little slut."

Your mind was filled with pleasure, desperate for the man above you. You tore your mouth from his length, looking up at him with a desperate look on your face. "For you. Only for you professor. Please, I need you in me. Now."

Fuck. You'll be the death of him. His breathing was ragged, taking a glance at the clock while his chest heaved up and down from your actions. Only 25 more minutes before his new class came in. The both of you would need to be quick, or he would lose his job and you, your scholarship if anyone were to walk in on you both in such a scandalous act.

His eyes returned to your face, motioning you to get up to your feet. "We need to be quick alright?" You nodded quickly, understanding his intentions as you jumped onto his desk, quick to spread your legs.

He stood right between them, admiring your state for a second. Hair out of place and face completely drenched in utter desire- for him. Oh how long he had longed to have you like this. He could finally touch those thighs he always gawked at, the panties he only always caught a glips off now fully laid on display for him.

His hand was quick to lift your thigh, his still hard tip coming in contact with your aching clit in the process, causing you to let out a desperate mewl.

He cursed under his breath at the feeling, hand squeezing your thigh lightly.

He knew that he shouldn't do this-hell, the both of you knew. But this was what the both of you longed for for so so long. And now that you and he were able to give into your sinful thoughts and make them a reality, you couldn't find the strength to think about right and wrong.

His eyes were fixated between your legs, wet puddle on your panties, the outline of your glistening pussy visible through the thin fabric.

"Sir." your voice made him look up at you, eyes hanging low in pleasure. "Please." That was all it took him to slide your panties to the side, taking in the view of your aching heat, motioning his tip through your folds.

You bit your lip at the feeling, a soft sigh escaping your lips as you threw your head back at the feeling of his cock against your desperate cunt.

"Oh fuck.", he muttered, eyes closed as he pushed his cock into your warm heat, walls wrapping tightly around him as he bottomed out. "So fucking tight. Should've done this- fuck! earlier."

His hips began to move at a steady pace, his hand tightly gripping your thigh while his other hand was occupied with the bottom of your blouse, tearing it down before foundling your breasts.

You failed at the attempt of hiding your moans of pleasure, loud whines, and mewls filling the classroom alongside the slapping of skin.

"So good! s' so good!" you were a mess. Hair disheveled and face a complete filth sight: drool escaping the sides of your mouth while your tongue threatened to hang out of your mouth.

„Good, huh? Who‘s making this filthy pussy feel good?“ the man above you questioned, still hitting every spot imaginable inside of you, walls molding around his cock. The hand on your thigh placed a stinging slap on it, causing you to yelp in its grasp.

„You sir. Only you.“ Your legs began to betray you, turning into jelly as your trembling body reached its limit. Your orgasm hit you in an intense wave, causing you to bite into your hand in an attempt to muffle your loud moans. „Fuckfuckfuck!“

The relentless pounding of the dark-haired male soon began to flatter, him also nearing his orgasm with every clench of your tight and desperate cunt, longing to milk him dry. „I‘m gonna cum inside you yeah pretty? Make a mess in you, stuff you full.

You whined in response, overstimulated cunt grabbing his throbbing cock like a vice. „Yes sir! Please fill me up. ‚Want it so bad!“ That was all it took, your whiny voice, desperate look, and the hold you had around his neck, mere inches apart from his lips as you desperately rutted your hips into his. „Fuck.“

His head flew into your neck, biting down onto it, not too hard, but intense enough for you to hiss at the feeling. His movements halted and you felt his hot fluid paint your walls, a satisfying sigh escaping from the both of you.

He stayed like that for a brief minute, the both of you coming down from your intense orgasms. Your grip on his shoulders eased, and heavy breathing soon calmed down.

You felt his hot breath against your neck, a tingling sensation rushing through your body at the feeling. He lifted his head, eyes landing on the clock behind you as he cursed under his breath, emptiness filling your body as he slid out of you, some of his cum decorating your folds in a glistening white color.

He retreated into his pants, clearing his throat in an attempt to catch your attention. „Fix up pretty girl. Or do you want your classmates to see you like this?“ You jumped to your feet in fear at his words, quickly wiggling yourself back into your panties and speeding up your movements as you heard the sound of the bell, signaling the next lesson incoming.

The sound of people approaching and chattering filled your ears, looking at your professor in hectic as you adjusted your skirt and hair. He only lazily smirked at you, straightening the wrinkles of his shirt. „You got lessons too, right? You better hurry, don‘t wanna come in late right?“

You were shocked by his smirk and unbothered statement, pursing your lips together as you grabbed your stuff, ready to leave the room. The first students already came in, barely acknowledging you- to your luck.

„Miss Y/N.“ The sound of your name made you turn on your heels, looking at the man behind you. His gaze was fixated on your blouse, a light bite mark from his previous actions still visible. Your eyes wandered to where his eyes where pupils widening in realization as you quickly bottomed up your blouse to hide the mark he left on your delicate skin.

„We should discuss your current grade later. Please meet me after your last lesson. I think there‘s a need for an adjustment.“

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Aki Being Your Sex Summer Tutor

Pairing: Aki Hayakawa x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, fingering, soft sex, praise, clit stimulation, begging

A/N: My part for @yakshasslut's Working for the Summer event.

Tutor!Aki who has many better things to do over summer but you are a hopeless case. One of the worst he's ever seen. What's worse is that you can't seem to pay attention either, taking even more of his time then you need to. That fact that you seem to do it just to get him to come over, that costs extra.

Tutor!Aki who knows you can apply yourself if you want to. He's seen your grades in other subjects, you're a smart girl. The problem is that he knows you're as slutty as you are smart. You crave cock all the time, that's why your grades are slipping lately.

Tutor!Aki who knows you don't actually open your legs for everyone, in fact you're pretty shy before you get into it. But you open them so easily when he's in your room and caressing your thigh. Acting all shy and clueless around him, only to be so wet for him when he's barely touched you.

Tutor!Aki who has many things he can tutor you in apart from your current subject. However as far as he knows you're not that inexperianced with sex. Is there something specific you would like him to teach you. Maybe riding his fingers under the table or better yet over it while you anwser his questions.

Tutor!Aki who grades you based on how hard you came. He wants to get you to the point where you do it on his command. No acting shy now, you just orgasmed around his fingers, you can do it around his cock too.

Tutor!Aki who presses his fingers against your clit right as the tip of his cock pressed against your enterance. He told you that you come on his command, that means no sooner. Keep reading the passage, tell him your anwser loud and clear. Haha, not that you want to be trained but he'll take that too.

Tutor!Aki who moves close so he can indulge in your begging and moaning and also so you can enjoy his cock for as long as you want. Then again you can also ask for another hour. Why are you laughing? He makes it sound like he's a whore? You're the only whore here, can't you hear how sopping wet your pussy is for him?

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husband!ayato

warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI, fem!reader, breeding kink, praise kink, a little bit of overstimulation & some (good) tears

husband!ayato who is oh so diligent in drinking the herbal birth control tea offered to him by the best physicians in inazuma each and every morning, even when he skips breakfast. it’s bitter in his mouth despite the fact the medicine smells sweet and the staff has added drops of honey to help but over time, he swears it gets even more bitter. 

husband!ayato who was happy to be the one to take such medicine after you had mentioned your distaste for how it made you feel within the first few months of your marriage. he had hoped you’d simply give up on taking it, letting him have the chance to give you both a baby but he was understanding when you said you weren’t ready for that. so he swallowed the unsavory liquid day after day and waited for the moment you’d be ready. 

husband!ayato who has dreamed of having a family with you from the moment you captured his heart, before he had even confessed to you. behind the field of lavender in his eyes were images of you sticky with his cum, withering and so pliant underneath him as he continues to fuck his release back into you with his fingers and many times since confessing he had done just that, insatiable to his want-need- to breed you. he knew you would look so unbelievably beautiful round with his child, proof of your love and a promise of a future filled with such happiness. but he would wait patiently until you were ready before getting too carried away with the idea, though he certainly felt his cock twitch when the thought passed by like a leaf floating down a flowing stream.  

husband!ayato who’s ears burn, chest swelling, balls so heavy and needy to give it to you, when you finally say the words. tangled in silk sheets, his pretty cock buried to the hilt within your warm walls that clench around him, trying to hold off your orgasm until he tells you it’s okay to cum even though you're desperate for release. you're a bumbling mess with your legs spread and thighs pressed against your chest, tears rolling down your pretty cheeks, lost in ecstasy as he thrusts into you over and over again. 

his scent envelopes the world around you, hints of sex mixed within and it only adds onto the fact that all you can focus on is him. his pale skin beaded with sweat, baby blue locks of hair kissing his collar bones, pink lips parted as he tries to catch his breath and hang onto the last bits of sanity he has when you feel so fucking tight wrapped around him. 

“‘yato-“ you can barely say his name and he smiles knowing he’s brought you to such bliss. but at your next words his lips draw in elated, mischievous, smirk, his eyes not unlike when he bests an unsuspected adversary with only his words but unlike those moments, they were swirling with unbridled love too. “p- please breed me.”

husband!ayato who stops drinking his birth control tea that next morning, feeling his entire being fill with mirth and rapture when he tells thoma, who normally brews it for him, it won't be necessary any more. 

husband!ayato who you knew took you very seriously when you said those words, even if it was a half truth said while you were cock drunk. and though you still feel nervous about the prospect of being pregnant and having a child, you don’t correct him and start to find yourself daydreaming of a future with a baby, your baby, in his arms. 

husband!ayato whos fucking you every day until you get pregnant and plenty after. there’s paperwork to do, meetings to schedule, little notes to read through left by the staff and ayaka but you won’t find him in his office. he’s still fulfilling his duties though, just in another way. 

husband!ayato who, for the upteenth time this week and the second time today, has his pretty wife so obedient and ready for him within the sheets of your shared bed, a pillow under your lower back providing him the best angle to slide his cock in and out of your soaking cunt and not let a single drop of his seed go to waste. 

husband!ayato who praises you through it all, honied words dripping from his lips and onto your heated skin reminding you how good you are for him. how he’s going to make you round with his child, breed you like you so sweetly asked, like hes wanted to for so long. how thankful he is to have a family with you. how so very madly in love with you he is.  how amazing of a mother you’ll be. they seem never ending, bathing you in a sea of love, and even when his own pleasure makes his words more sporadic and deep, moments from filling you to the brim, he continues to whisper how much he loves you until your walls are painted white. 

husband!ayato who fucks his release into you just a bit, despite how sensitive you both are, as he whispers against yours lips promises to give you a baby, to be the best husband and father. sealing each vow with a kiss as he wipes your blissful tears. 

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d. ragnvindr // noteworthy booze

the one where young diluc cannot take ahold of his curiosity after a mysterious stranger enters the tavern..

eventual smut // fluff // warnings: incredibly suggestive, minor swearing, drinking

d. ragnvindr x afab! reader // 2.46k

ANGEL’S share tavern was simply booming with business every single night, as bustling patrons made their way through the wooden doorway — hoping to be merrily intoxicated for once another night. the constant chattering partnered with drinks clattering against one another every so often, along with the warm lighting above gave a somewhat relaxed, yet entertaining atmosphere.

“another drink, bartender!”

“and so I said, you’re as brainless as a ruin guard!”

“this may be the first date, but allow me to say how you have enchanted me, my lady”

while bartenders felt overwhelmed by the amount of attention the establishment had been receiving recently, the steady flow of profit slightly reveled the owner of the business, Diluc of the Ragnvindr clan.

oh Diluc, the fiery yet puzzling bartender of the tavern. only attending to the bar as of recently, he drove off drunkards with a firm glare, prohibiting from furthering their insobriety of the evening — if he saw it to be fit. however, he still maintained a level of composure around those excited by being inebriated, attending to their needs while gaining his required financial interest.

nevertheless, this professional manner did not halter him in inquiring about foreign strangers — unless they themselves drove him off with a glare equal towards his. he found this reaction to be rare, but to entice him, as instead most foreign strangers being rather, open, to talk to the barkeep.

the tavern door opened slowly once more, the hinges crying out softly as a cloaked figure stepped into the space. adorning your side was an unfamiliar vision design, along with a sharpened dagger tucked away in your belt.

scanning your cramped surroundings, you finally settled upon an open seat directly parallel to the oak bar — the tables at the back having too many persons at the moment.

Diluc carefully examined you, trudging towards the bar stool, raising an eyebrow as you shrugged off your cloak onto the chair.

you, the person underneath was rather, attractive, even to Diluc. you looked to be hand-crafted of Celestia themselves, descended to the beings of Tevyat alike an angel, bestowing upon them a glance at your beauty, perhaps for a mere second to encounter what true eternal artistry was.

you promptly notice his curious expression, before swiftly examining him up and down. Trailing your gaze from his spirited crimson hair, all down to the intricate metal detailing upon his attire.

“take a picture, it’ll last longer,” you assert with a small grin, peering into his red eyes before looking back upon the menu in front of you. you pick at it carefully with her fingernail, before dragging the paper closer to check what “divine” alcoholic drinks the infamous business would have at this hour — as proclaimed by knight Alberich.

slightly flustered at your statement, Diluc shakes the emotion off relatively quickly, clearing his throat before responding with modest cockiness.

“don’t flatter yourself, I don’t work to look at good-looking ladies all day,” the bartender retorts, turning around and polishing off a clean wine glass in his hand with a used cloth in the other.

you gingerly chuckle at his comeback, dragging your finger along the paper menu — as if checking it for any faults it may have.

“so you think I’m good-looking, barkeep?” you fire back, glancing up from the menu bashfully, interested by his professional(ish) demeanor.

his crimson-red eyebrows furrow at your continuing question, not bothering to glimpse back but tempted by the thought. Diluc continues to wipe down the glass thoroughly, lost on what to say until he finds a decent antiphon.

“i do not plan to explain my thoughts on the matter. nor did I imply you were simply an attractive lady,” he emboldens back, a sudden confidence covering his voice as he hides a smirk from your inquisitive eyes.

at your absence of an answer, his voice slightly tinges with a hint of laughter, teasing evident in his voice — he was attempting to get under your skin. Diluc poses a question, turning around to lean unto the wooden bar, closer to you.

”what brings you to my bar anyway? People like you don’t usually come here at this hour,” he inquires, staring deeply into your eyes, hidden emotions swirling beneath its red exterior.

“oh, so what do people like me usually do?” you utter, returning his stare with an intense one of your own, as a small grin lies upon your smooth lips.

he grins at your response, not most patrons of the tavern replying with the same — credence in their voice. his mischievous smile doesn’t leave his face, setting the clean wine glass to the side while still keeping his eyes on you.

“well, that depends on the reason they come in, no?” Diluc challenges, resting his head atop his palm as he continues to admire your conduct, appearance, behavior — everything about you had allured him towards you.

“i suppose it does, does it not,” you flirtatiously conjecture as your gaze flits down from his face, down his brawny frame, and back towards his eyes. His smile grows at your endless gaze, cocking an eyebrow while your eyes wander curiously over his body — but he returns to a more professional and business-like tone, straightening his posture. Diluc grabs the used cloth he had so carelessly thrown to the side, in favor of teasing you further, and throws it across his shoulder.

”well then, what is your drink of choice?” your lips purse in return, glancing back at the menu before tilting your head at the man.

”I can’t seem to decide — could you help me, barkeep?” You question, a playful emphasis on what you’ve nicknamed him, as you are entranced by him, sharpening your attention back to him, watching him like a hawk rather than a mouse.

a smile curls his lips once again, amusement breaking against the business manner he had adopted mere seconds ago. Diluc heartily chuckles, the mischief coming back into play as he taunts you back.

”i have a special selection, some not many of my customers would be willing to try. Do you think you’re brave?” His words bordering on the territory of mockery, leaning against the bar counter and glancing back to see the expression — if you were truly able to turn down his offer.

you return his glance with one of her own, entertained by his approach to this situation — as a smirk grows atop your lips.

”give me your best, bartender,” you reply with, as Diluc’s lips curl into a wide smile, his gaze unblinking and unsteady, as his eyes hold a certain glint to them, at this promise.

“well then,” the bartender says, faintly grunting as he bends down to search below in the dark oak cabinet for a certain special wine. he finally pops up from behind the bar, cradling meticulously in his gloved hands a hand-crafted bottle of wine, with no label. “a special wine, i brewed it entirely myself.” he continues, as he pulls out not one, but two clean wine glasses out for the pair — clearly intent on advancing their conversation over the evening.

“you do have quite the experience, don’t ya?” You playfully tease, as you linger on how the muscles in his arms flex as he pours them both some vintage wine from his personal collection.

“i wouldn’t say I’m quite experienced, perhaps four or five years?” Diluc conveys, confusion evident in his voice as the time prior the Fatui has become quite hazy for him. he sets down the glass of wine back under the counter, before pushing the wine glass towards you. “well then,” he suggestively utters, steadily lifting up his glass to toast with you.

”cheers, barkeep!” You remarks, excitement evident within your statement, raising up your glass to meet his as you stare into his eyes while taking a sip of the liquid.

the wine is rather sweet and acidic at the same time, the two flavors balancing each other out considerably well — the vintage potency of it, while having been brewed moderately recently is quite strong, you putting down the glass for a second to savor what you have taken. diluc reclines back in his bar stool behind the counter after finishing more than half of his share — awaiting to see the your reaction to the bitter yet fruity taste.

after studying your features as you continues to languidly sip the wine, appearing to relish in the oncoming taste of it, Diluc’s grin gets large, speaking volumes in their extant silence.

Diluc queries you in front of him, enticingly uttering, ”how do you like it?” his head falls once again atop his palm, looking straight towards you as if you are the only person, only thing, in the world that held magnitude towards him. he attempts to anticipate your response, a devious smile falling upon his face as he enduringly awaits a comeback.

you gently set down the wine glass, the well-crafted taste still dawdling on your soft lips as you reciprocate a feedback, chastely saying, “tastes almighty to be hand-crafted by you.” while a jesting tone drips from your exaggerated words, slight admiration is hidden within your amusing nature while Diluc quirks an eyebrow up at your statement.

“oh, is it that well-done?” the bartender cockily fires back, teasing at how you look to cherish the taste of the accomplished vintage beverage. a twinge of a sneer encompasses his expression comparatively — simply adoring how your taunting could vex even the most tough of adventurers.

”are you doubting your own capabilities, barkeep? this personal collection may as well be worth the finest mora of Tevyat,” you tease back with a flirtatious grin crossing over your face — how you sell out the description of the wine may as well be that it’s worth the best material held in Celestia, even.

he heartily howls in laughter, attracting the attention of some nearby patrons before they go back towards their drunken antics.

”if i may ask, what name do I have the pleasure of addressing? i feel as if I have to know whose truly behind these endless compliments,” he questions, leaning forward slightly in the chair — intrigued to see how you would retort.

you bend your upper body over the wooden counter, in an effort to be closer towards him while a small grin graces your features. you gesture for him to come closer with a beckoning of your finger, and Diluc gladly complies — lending you his ear to speak into.

you utter softly, words taking on a slight teasing and provocative tone, “i don’t feel as if you’ve earned it yet, bartender..”

a crestfallen expression evident by your reply, he captures the budding emotion and transforms it to match the your own, flirtatious and teasing — while adding his own personal touches towards it.

he mocks coyly, grinning as he moves in unbearably close enough for you to apperceive the warmth his breath trails from your neck to just barely below her ear.

“i feel as if I have earned it, don’t you,” Diluc fires back with an intense yet magnetizing gaze into your eyes as he leans back, desiring to see your reaction. he cautiously brings a scarred hand up towards yours, moving to sensitively trace intricately figures atop it while allowing you to pull away if you so coveted.

you irresistibly grin at the hand exquisitely pursuing the creation of shapes atop yours, while Diluc cannot seem to tear his eyes away from you. your skin feels smooth as silk, while holding some scars from what he assumed to be quarrels outside of Adventurer commissions. you flirtatiously flit her eyes from the hand tracing hers, to his crimson eyes, affirming, “what made you come towards that?”

you coyly tilt her head, enough for him to notice how you are attempting to tease him, to provoke him enough to do something.

“well, i already see how far you’re willing to go” Diluc retorts, confidence paired with mischief evident as his gaze drawls across your body, before returning to your wine-stained lips.

your eyes narrow in response to his avowal, taking this as a challenge of sorts rather than an invitation. he grins at the narrowing of your eyes, a stark contrast between your two expressions.

opposed to his prior action of leaning away from you, he drifts toward you — moving his hand that was previously tracing the lines of yours to your neck. his tepid breath is adjacent to your neckline, nearest to the bottom of your ear as he breezily caresses the side of your jaw, stroking it affectionately as he utters, “i could tell you, but if you prefer..”

he seems almost hypnotized by you, your conduct, your appearance, everything about you has enraptured his entire being, captivating him the moment you arrived at the tavern. he then resumes his words, lips barely brushing your neck as he lovingly confides, “i could show you.”

at the slightest hitch of your breath, the smallest inconsistency, a large sneer appears on his face, for he had finally flustered you. you could feel the smugness radiating from him as he remained with his head almost tucked into your neck, before softly plucking the hand that had caressed your jaw — holding it as he removes his head from the confines of your neck to properly, and shamelessly, ogle at you.

the dirty tavern cloth still remains onto his shoulder, not dirtying his clothes in any way as you support his hand within your own, looking at the numerous scars, scratches, that littered his damaged hand before expressing rather teasingly, “and how could you show me, bartender?”

your words are like honey to him, encapsulating him as he remains lost staring into the abyss of your eyes. suddenly, his voice starts off rather clear, stating, “there’s a simple way — i could…” before he trails off without a second thought, his mind rampaging with alluring situations.

“if you’d so entertain me,” Diluc continues, while pointing at the third floor of the Angel’s Share. “we may go somewhere more private if you so want,” Diluc provocatively declares, keeping his seductive intentions coherent for you.

you do not seem to give in easily to his words, but are still rather, intrigued — at the prospect of being alone with the bartender.

“well, lead the way then, barkeep,” you seductively say, a confident smile manifesting unto your face as you down the remainder of the well-done wine in your glass, grabbing the cloak from the bar stool and following the red-haired man up the steep stairs — a night of ravenous fun awaiting the both of you…

“well, lead the way then, barkeep,” you seductively say, a confident smile manifesting unto your face as you down the remainder of the well-done wine in your glass, grabbing the cloak from the bar stool and following the red-haired man up the steep stairs — a night of ravenous fun awaiting the both of you…

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kaveh held such a high reputation within sumeru and with the akademiya, so naturally you gained this reputation when it became known that you two were seeing each other. some found it strange that the two of you hadn’t moved out of the shared home with alhaitham. surely it had to be awkward for anyone when there was a couple and someone on their own living together. most of sumeru knew of alhaitham and kaveh’s peculiar relationship between the two of them. between the constant bickering and somehow halting each other's projects, there had to be some tenshin in the home, right?

behind closed doors, those people would be extremely wrong about the dynamic between the three of you. none of these people saw the nights you all spent in bed together, hands exploring every inch of each other’s body. it wasn’t a lie, you and alhaitham somehow got along a lot better than alhaitham and kaveh. but it was all for very specific reasons that the two of you got along so well. you both had a very specific goal in mind when it came to kaveh, torturing him until he was a whimpering and crying mess.

most nights ended with kaveh tied up to the bed you and he shared, hands bound to the headboard with red silk ribbons that looked so divine against his skin. every time you ordered alhaitham to be at kaveh’s side, sitting on the edge of the bed as you verbally guided alhaitham through all the things you wanted to see him to do kaveh. you loved to see the tears in kaveh’s eyes every time alhaitham almost made him cum, but you quickly told him to stop. it was music to your ears to not only hear kaveh whimpering your name but to also hear alhaitham laughing at his roommate that looked so pathetic like this.

neither alhaitham or kaveh were patient men, but when it came to your demands and wishes they were the most patient men in all of teyvat. watching alhaitham’s fingers trail along the inside of kaveh’s thighs while he was waiting for your next command was hypnotizing, but the way kaveh bucked his hips up off the bed in a desperate attempt to get closer to alhaithams touch was sinful. the whimpers and pleas for more touch that spilled from the blond’s lips sank into the crevices of your mind like an infection that would surely spread in time.

it came to be known that you were the least patient of the three, as soon as kaveh’s breathy moans filled the room you were doomed. you needed to hear him more, you needed to see him crying and shivering from the orgasm that had been building up for what seemed like hours. which is each what came to happen as your hand wrapped around alhaitham’s on kaveh’s cock, cooing at the sweet blond spread out on the bed below as both of your hands pushed him further and further over the edge.

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tryna dom scara but it backfires and he flips you over and has his way with u

cw. mean kuni (a little), fem! reader

it was unconditionally comical to scaramouche, mind-boggling even.

the unstable imprint of your hands on his wrists— holding them hoisted together while you were exposedly riding him into the mattress, yet remaining vastly clueless on what to do. No matter, because that's what you have sought after.

his eager darling, wanting to take the lead for once and who was he to disagree such an appetizing request?

"are you sure you can go on like this?" he's amusedly huffing out a tipsy laugh through ragged breathing, you almost thought you got him there but then he casts you a devilish smirk.

"shut up!"

your sweat laced body was on fire and so was the rest of your being, it was all the more excruciating when you felt how kuni would uncontrollably pull his hips up to drive his cock all deeper and better into your exposed pussy.

"are you sure? you look— ah, fuck!" scaramouche seals his lips, leaving the reoccurring groans far inside his chest, "you look so out of breath." his interest in your persistence was piqued and if it wasn't for the elevated need of fucking you into the mattress himself, he might've had indulged in this far longer.

in a singular heartbeat, scaramouche abruptly yanked his wrists from your grasp and dragged you on your back— while not even bothering to pull out of you first. He doesn't squander, far too much time has already been wasted, because now it was him who was battening down your wrists to swiftly pistole his cock back and forth your pulsing entrance.

you watch him from below under, brows squinting together from the filling surprise of him taking the lead back into his own hands and making you take it all— his heavy cock, drilling it into you until it's fucking engraved in your insides.

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making out with childe without touching to see who gives in first ...

cw. kissing, suggestive themes, fem! reader

aggravating, utterly aggravating.

this state of circumstances wasn't normal, childe wasn't either, because how on earth did he have so much control over his own body right now? how he, without much self restraint, idly kept his hands tugged away while you were underneath him, shaking, stripped and revealed, longingly poising for him to pluck each and every nerve in your frame.

but he enjoyed it, vastly, "come on, baby." he coos at you and your heart soars at nothing but his gravelly voice, "you wanted to try this, not me! i'm just doing what you say." you peskily pout your lips at him, childe's urge to impede ceaseless pleasing on your needful pussy was festering deep inside the limits of his body.

if only he could describe it to you, yet he wasn't able to, he could only see you struggle.

your legs were unwaveringly squeezing together and jolting up to make out some sort of euphoric revelation on your drenched cunt, your fingernails were burrowing past the flesh in your palms as you messily kissed him and toyed with his tongue.

but this, fuck, childe wanted to ridicule himself at how riled up the drilling rumination of you made him, the serious thought of you being so soiled, for him, he just had to taste you, let it dissolve on his tongue like the sweetest, purest sugar and then afterwards kiss your lips again so you could taste yourself, become embarrassed and shy, but also turned on by your own scent.

playing with your pretty pretty pussy right now was what childe wanted, but this, seeing you like this— skin so hot and covered in sweat, was even more great to begin with.

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NSFW MDNI gn!reader but written with a female reader in mind

Being a cam couple with your fav, but he gets jealous when the viewer controlled vibrator is making you come before he can. So what does he do? He makes it a game between him and the viewers. He's competing with a small pink vibrator being controlled by possibly some 50 year old guy in his mother's basement. It shouldn't make him as jealous as it does, but it does. The money tips keep rolling in, making the toy go faster and faster, non-stop. He's behind you, pressing his chest to your back as he pushes the vibrator closer inside you, the tail end of it still waving around as it moves. His hips jerk as he feels the vibrator as well. His nails dig into one side of your hips as he grunts, looking for validation while egging on the audience. "That feel good baby? Yeah? Does my good little whore want to come? Me or this?" He rubs circles on your clit as his fingers press into the toy again. The viewers seem to like it as it starts to move even faster. "Or both baby? Huh? C'mon tell me". You're gasping for air, legs are starting to give out, and it feels like he's consuming every inch of you. You clench around him and he comes undone soon after, staying inside of you for a few extra seconds. Despite already climaxing the toy keeps going, viewers still pouring in money. You cry and spasm underneath him, bringing your knees together to make it stop. That only makes it worse. He prys you legs apart and holds the vibrator before pushing it in and out of you. Your hands grasp on to his wrists, making him pull it out, only to push it back in. Once you've come again he'll take it out, letting it keep buzzing on the bed. He smirks as he reads out the comments from the highest and most frequent tippers while he rubs your still twitching legs. paypig78: 'Bet I can make her come harder'

TR: Mikey, Draken, Kazutora, Taiju, South, Rindou, Baji, Naoto, Pey, Hanma

MHA: Shigaraki, Dabi, Hawks, Fatgum, Overhaul

JJK: Gojo, Geto, Aoi, Naoya

AOT: Eren, Jean, Connie, Armin, Erwin

CSM: Kishibe, Aki

OP: Zoro, Sanji, Kidd

KNY: Uzui, Rengoku, Sanemi

Castlevania: Trevor, Isaac

DC: Dick, Jason, Bruce

Stranger Things: Eddie, Steve, Billy and any one from any series you admire if it fits them

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No difference

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

nsfw! minors + blank/ageless blogs will be blocked :)

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

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

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

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⌗ SHE’S A VERY KINKY GIRL ! ⋮ ft. al-haitham, cyno, heizou, xiao, kaveh .

— SYPNOSIS: some headcanons of genshin men fucking you absolutely stupid !!

— WARNINGS: fem! reader. dumbification, bimbofication, degradation, overstim, pussydrunk! kaveh, lil hair pulling, cunnilinugs, my feralness jumped out writing this o/////o

— WORD COUNT: 1,3k !

ﾟ･✿ヾCYNO.

has you screaming his name on repeat until it’s the only word you know.

cyno’s completely drilling into you, your hips rolling and swaying against him but you were really no match for his sinister pace. your mind was so cloudy, and you found yourself constantly tugging on his white strands. he’s quietly grunting after each thrust, his piercing red eyes staring into you.

“c—cyno.. still sensitive..” you pouted. you tried reaching down to rub your pussy but cyno snatches your hand with a subtle smile.

“ah baby, no touching this pussy yet,” cyno clicks his tongue, and he plants a kiss on your nose. shockwaves pulse throughout your body to the point where your legs nearly give out. he leans in for a kiss— and you whine, his soft grip on your wrist as you moan into his mouth. your pussy was throbbing and you couldn’t think straight. only feel. “look at that pretty face. such cute expressions. you gonna cum again for me already?”

you whimper, his hips snapping into you every second. “cyno.. oh my god… can’t— feels so good..”

he’s in love with the way your cunt is clamping down on him, milking him dry. “fuck,” he gasps, and cyno’s unpredictable sexy thrusts have your legs stuttering and trembling. you’re babbling anything at this point, dragging him close to your neck as he’s pounding the loving shit of you. “only i can make you this dumb, right baby?”

“y—yes,” you’d hiccup, coating his ear with your sweet moans. “only you cyno.. fuck…”

ﾟ･✿ヾ HEIZOU.

absolutely loves the fact that he alone can make you go stupid on his cock.

“come on princess,” he pants, trailing his fingers down your spine. his voice is so smooth and silky and oh so arrogant. “cum for me again. i know you’re close. do it for me.”

“trying to…” you’d whine, before you loudly whimper once you felt heizou making circles against your clit as he fucked you. the stimulation was almost too much to bare but if felt so good. that was really all it took for you to let out another orgasm, coating a pretty ring around his cock once you came.

heizou’s moaning himself—only before giggling to try and play it off.

he’s letting off a sigh, flipping you over with his dick still buried deep into your pussy. his thrusts drives you wild, and you’re just mumbling incoherent slurs at this point. heizou finds it incredibly cute, eyeing you and your body.

“fucked you dumb didn’t i,” heizou moans, and he’s rubbing a hand on your tummy— still continuing to drill into your pussy. your face is flushed, full of embarrassment but you’re too fucked dumb to even care. “pussy’s all mine. all you can think about is my cock isn’t it?” he’s snapping swiftly in your face to get your attention again and you let off a shaky mewl that escaped your throat.

“yeah… love your cock heizou,” you’d whimper, mind clouded and dizzy. your boyfriend strokes your cheek with a drunken cute smile before bringing you to his chest. “want more though…”

“of course you do.” he’d scoff, bringing a kiss to your hand.

ﾟ･✿ヾ AL-HAITHAM.

poor guy gets so confused when you’re riding him and you’re a whole overstimulated mess :((

even though, likewise he finds it really cute. adorable even. especially since he can make you cum really fast.

“al-haitiam p—please…” you’d sob into his ear, arms thrown around his neck and you suffocated him with your sweet scent. he’s softly panting himself, firmly holding you close by your waist as you bounced happily on his throbbing shaft. everything felt so hazy and dizzy with your mind completely fogged.

“please what, baby,” he’d mumble, and you’d whine from the amazing feelings of shockwaves and stimulation. he’s fucking your tight pussy so perfectly, and you let out a cute noise once he pummels into your sweet spot repeatedly just to see you make that adorable expression. “getting cock drunk already, pretty girl? you’re so cute f’me.”

you sigh lewdly, nibbling on your boyfriend’s shoulder which he doesn’t mind. your moans then become muffled— and you’ve lost count of how many orgasms you had so far. he finds you adorable, nails digging into his skin while you’re chasing your high again for who knows how long.

“i—i’m gonna cum again al-haitham,” you’d sniffle, and you’re just squeezing down on him. your boyfriend’s cock just tugging and squeezing your gummy walls. “wanna ride your cock all day. please please…”

al-haitham lowly grunts, and his head nearly goes back once you throw your hips onto him repeatedly.

“fuck. go ahead and cum for me princess,” he sighs, watching before his eyes as your legs nearly give out from riding him. “milk me for all that i’m worth, okay? this cock is just for you. all for you.”

ﾟ･✿ヾ KAVEH.

he’s the type to fuck you stupid with his tongue <3.

kaveh gets all cocky about it too, in a good way because it all goes to his head on how good he can eat your pussy to the point where you’re just whining and screaming babbles.

“such a sweet pussy,” kaveh groans, and he becomes completely feral and unhinged. he’s lapping up your cunt— being completely greedy, occasionally teasing you by making out with your clit. “your legs giving out yet? you look a little out of it, angel.”

“n—no…” you’d whimper, gripping onto his blond hair strands. kaveh really loves when you pull his hair. he would only let you be the one to mess it up anyway.

kaveh finds it really cute how you can barely stay still for him. he’s abusing your precious poor cunt with his tongue, and even becomes pussy drunk. he’s moaning on your clit, and you’re rocking your hips into his face. you were so overwhelmed, he loved it how he was constantly being coated with your sweet slick, and he was so sloppy too — eating you out like your pussy was his last ever meal.

if either of you come home after a bad or long day, leave it to kaveh to eat your pussy to make you feel better <3.

“oh m—my god, kaveh…” you’d let out a shaky breath, grinding your hips against his face. he’s staring up at you, face completely flushed and heart eyed pupils meeting yours. he’s gripping your plush thighs, licking between your velvety sweet folds. “you’re gonna make me cum a—again.. and again and again…” you’d sob hysterically, and he’s nibbling on your pussy, spitting on it and everything.

“aww don’t be shy,” he chuckled smoothly, moaning once again into your puffed swollen cunt. “use my face baby. go ahead and cum. you’ve earned it, pretty girl.”

ﾟ･✿ヾ XIAO.

expect a marathon with him — xiao likes to fuck you dumb until your mind goes completely blank.

he has you right where he wants you, underneath him. your eyes become half lidded as xiao’s girthy cock reaches deep inside your tight needy pussy.

“cute how it’s so easy to make you so dumb on my cock,” xiao mumbles, and he’s rubbing on your wet pulsating pussy. your legs shake and tremble as you whine his name repeatedly into his neck. “such a mess. drooling and everything. you want more, don’t you?”

“p—please xiao,” you nodded, not knowing how much longer you’d last before your legs bottomed out completely. “need it. need your dick so bad.”

xiao lets out a low groan and gets hard again from your whiny comments. he loves fucking you completely dumb and helpless like this. because xiao knows only he can make your precious body feel this way.

“pathetic,” he stoically mutters before squeezing your chin and bringing a chaste kiss to your mouth. “my pathetic girl. you like being my dumb pathetic whore don’t you?”

“i do xiao,” you shamelessly nod again, and he’s fucking you through each and every orgasm. thoughts in your brain were non existent at this point, and your adeptus boyfriend is much aware of that. you wrap your shaky legs around his slim waist and continue to let out soft whimpers and whines for more. “i want you to fuck me u—until i can’t think anymore. need it please… use my pussy please…”

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𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐎𝐍𝐋𝐘 𝐎𝐍𝐄

𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄. this is based on the anon that shared their amazing thoughts on ayato’s breeding kink. gnna try my best to try and include everything that was said arhhdh ayato has me weak..

𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐒. sub!female reader. husband!ayato. porn with plot cuz i love him, creampies, breeding kink, talks of impreg + pregnancy, manhandling, praise, petnames (darling, angel), he calls you ‘my wife’, mating press, overstimulation, reader is shorter than ayato: reader gets called ‘little’ is assumed to be smaller than him, cursing, hes just a big softie for you, kinda aftercare.

love-making; that is what ayato prefers to call your acts of intimacy. not plain sex, sexual intercourse or, the most vulgar word of all, fucking.

ayato can be surprisingly too sweet on some days. especially at night, when he finally comes home from an intense day at work and sees his beloved wife awaiting his arrival.

you’ve been married for a while, yet ayato can’t help but smile fondly at the sight of you in the kamisato estate. the place where he had spent the many years he had lived until now.

‘home’, is what he has been calling it ever since his childhood, yet that familiar word changed in meaning the moment you two met: home was a person and to him, it was you.

however, him finally being able to call you his wife after months and even years of dreaming about it, made something snap inside of him.

the yashiro commissioner has had many people ask him about the future way before you came into the picture; when will he get an heir? who will take his position once he retires? does he have any plans on continuing the kamisato bloodline?

to be honest, he deliberated over these questions every night— his train of thoughts making it difficult for him to focus on his duties. ayato knew that it was best to keep such stuff for in the future once he finds a partner and that is exactly what he did: relax and think about creating his own family when he finds someone who he wants to spend his life with.

that someone eventually ended up to be you. now that he married you, those questions and thoughts kept coming back one per one. before, ayato summarised the topic as something stressful. the idea of starting a family was a bit too much extra responsibility for him. he’s scared that he will fail the expectations of many, or that he simply won’t have enough time to spend with his dear family.

yet now that you’re his lover these thoughts and imaginations turned into dreams. ayato fantasises about starting your own little family during every break he gets from his duties. about how he would be the best dad to your children— the best husband to you.

it’s the little things that make these thoughts increase in frequency: having you greet him every time he comes home, laying on your lap while you stroke his hair after a long day, eating breakfast together in your cozy space and taking a walk around the estate to admire the view.

your husband could only wish to fill your home with the sound and laughter of your child. watching them run around the yard as you two sit down and drink some tea together. cuddling with them in bed as they sleep in-between you two.

thus why ayato had eventually decided to share his thoughts with you, slowly but surely. he told himself that he’ll only do it once he makes sure that you’re ready to bear the huge responsibility as well.

what he didn’t expect was for you to agree. for you to tell him that you were excited to start your own family with him— that you would sacrifice so much to bear his child. it honestly could make him tear up.

all of this led to a specific afternoon after you two had gotten home from a date out in the city. it was lovely; you enjoyed every bit of the time you spent together.

once you stepped into your shared bedroom to change, you were surprised by the sight of your husband already removing his outdoor attire first. ayato faced the wall as he slowly took off his coat and the layers of clothing underneath— revealing his broad back.

it was a sight that almost made your knees go weak; his defined muscles and faint battle scars on his smooth skin made you gulp.

“oh, darling.” his voice made you jump a little, eyes immediately looking the other way in attempt to hide the fact that you were staring.

“i’m sorry. i didn’t know you were changing.” you murmur loud enough for ayato to hear. a breathy chuckle followed soon after your reply.

“why are you apologising?” your lover asks, amused at your sudden switch in personality. you’ve seen him change clothes many times before and vice versa, yet there you were, looking away in embarrassment.

ayato takes a few steps forward as he still holds onto a piece of clothing he had removed. his other free hand comes in contact with the skin of your right cheek, his thumb grazing against the bone.

his purple eyes watched your hands as they clasp around the kimono he had gifted you not too long ago. you looked beautiful in it. even more when you’re all flustered like this in front of him.

“hm?” ayato humms as the corners of his lips curl up in his usual sly smile, his index finger lifting your head up by your chin. “are you nervous or mayhaps a little..” his face inches closer to yours, “excited?”

goosebumps appear on your arms as you hear that sultry voice of his so close to you. you don’t know what it is today that made you like this; you were more than sensitive to anything that he did or said.

“i’m, uhm, i just..” your breath was shaky as you finally looked up at ayato. he was too pretty; strands of light blue hair covering some parts of his face, eyes filled with love with that slight hint of playfulness, his lips glossy as they form that smile of his which you adored.

your husband couldn’t help but let out a giggle at your stuttering. he loves to tease you, simply to receive such reactions from you. his arms pull you into his embrace and his head rests on your shoulder.

“you’re adorable, did you know that?” ayato whispers near your ear. “my adorable little wife.” he laughs as he sways your bodies from side to side— squeezing you against him every now and then while he sighs in content. his actions made you bite your lip nervously.

it was one of those days where you craved for his affection and attention. since the moment you woke up and left on a date, you couldn’t help but think back about the conversation you had with him a month or two ago. the one where he told you his desires about starting a family which you agreed to.

he never asked you anything related to that ever again afterwards and put absolutely zero pressure on you. you were the one who would make the final choice, not him. ayato knows that the responsibility and consequences of bearing a child would be bigger for you than it would be for him.

“i’m ready.” you murmur softly, yet loud enough to make the commissioner’s heart skip a beat. you could feel him slowly pull away to look at you; he knew what you meant just by the way you desperately held onto him.

ayato inhales deeply; he was feeling all kinds of emotions which started to get a bit overwhelming. you could see his lower lip slightly tremble before he replied.

“are you sure?” his hand found its way back on your cheek. his voice was a bit shaky, though not too noticeable as he tried to keep composure.

“yes. yes, i am.” you swiftly connected your lips in a soft kiss after whispering your answer. the both of you were gently holding onto each other like it was your first time all over again.

“i need you. please, ayato.” your sudden desperation made his grip on your waist tighten. the feeling of euphoria you felt as you kissed him was like nothing you had experienced before; you longed for more and so did he as you could easily notice by the look in his eyes.

“your wish is my command, dear.”

you can’t remember how long it has been since that sentence was uttered; everything had went by so fast, yet also very slow.

you can recall ayato’s every touch that he left on your body. from the way his hands explored every part to the way his lips left no place on your skin untouched. it started of sweet; romantic. he was gentle and surprisingly a bit nervous as you noticed by the slight tremble of his voice and fingertips.

it truly was a rare sight, however it made you feel at ease knowing that you weren’t the only shy one.

despite all of that, the once sweet and romantic love-making session gradually changed into something more; something where all of the shyness had disappeared to make place for lust and desire.

“so good for me.” ayato’s mumbles in-between quick breaths as he places small kisses down your neck. the erotic mix of both your moans and the squelchy noises from the place your bodies met, filled up your bedroom.

everything was blurry as you felt yourself scratch and grab onto your husbands back like your life depended on it. you couldn’t count how many positions ayato had put you in ever since the beginning. he drove you crazy with the way his cock continued to pump into you in different angles— touching your sweet spots over and over until your legs were shaking each time you came.

“come on.” ayato grunts while he uses his fingers to move some of the hair that stuck on your skin to the side. “fuck. show me that pretty face of yours while i cum inside of you again.”

he was obsessed with it: the sight of your eyes rolling into the back of your head, your furrowed eyebrows, the tears blurring your vision and your parted lips that let such sinful noises escape. he couldn’t get enough of it and having you in a mating press was the perfect position to watch you lose yourself in.

“look at you, angel.” your husband coos, placing a kiss near the corner of your left eye. that little touch of his made you clench down on his cock— earning another groan from him. “do you want me to cum inside of you that bad? hm?”

you babble incoherent words as you were too focused on the intense pleasure. he had already stuffed you full with so many loads before, all in different positions. the feeling of his warm cum spurting inside of you only made you yearn for more. more of that specific feeling.

his hand traveled down your chest, fingertips grazing over your nipples just to see you shiver. every small reaction was enough to push ayato into his next orgasm.

your knees were just centimetres away from being pushed right onto your breasts. you could feel ayato grind himself deeper onto you— the position granting him the access to do so.

“going to breed you– get you pregnant, again,” your husband felt himself lose control of his speech as his nth climax approached. “and again and again and again.”

his eyes were squeezed shut as he held his head low next to yours. his breath on your sensitive neck once again causing a shiver to go down your spine.

“you’re going to make such a great mother for my child.” ayato says in a breathy chuckle. a small smile appears on his face as he already imagines his precious wife carrying his child. “i promise - fuck - i’ll treat you well.”

you responded in small whimpers as you felt yourself getting closer to your own orgasm as well. his dirty sentences and unusual use of swear words were only riling you up more and more.

“ayato.. p- please!” you finally manage to say something else besides his name, though forming a proper sentence was still an impossible task.

it was hard to focus on your words when your husband was balls deep inside of you— taking advantage from the current position by pushing the cum from before even deeper. his cock was coated with a mixture of liquids as it pumped in and out of you, not wanting to let any of his seed go to waste.

“i know, i know.” he gently shushes you as he picks up his pace which you thought couldn’t get any faster. “i’ll give you what you need, love.”

the switch from his dirty words to his usual sweet personality and use of pet names made you wrap your arms around his back, pulling him into a little hug as you continue to scream his name.

you’re sure that every single person who is currently outside in the yard have heard you. there’s no other explanation to the sudden decrease of knocks on your door which usually implied that your workers needed something from either of you.

“going to,” a moan escapes ayato’s lip mid sentence once he felt himself reaching his climax “, put a baby into you– start our own family.”

he had your consent to fuck you full of his cum. to breed you like he yearned for since the start of your marriage. to get your perfect belly all swollen with his child, so that was exactly what he was going to achieve. today.

a choked moan followed by one last hard thrust from your husband made you see stars. you could feel his cum seep right into your womb as ayato made sure to press your knees right against your breasts this time, also ensuring that none of his cum would have a chance of dripping out of you.

“stay still for me, angel.” the yashiro commissioner hisses, almost in a demanding way but still with a gentle tone of voice once he feels your legs shake due to the intense orgasm. “it’s okay.”

sloppily thrusting in and out of your overstimulated pussy, ayato grabbed you by your hand, intertwining them and rubbing his thumb on your skin to reassure you that everything was going to be fine.

after finally calming down, your husband was about to almost fully collapse on top of you if it weren’t for his elbow supporting his body weight. you were too tired to talk and so was he.

a few kisses being placed on your jaw and one final one on your parted lips made you open your eyes.

“you did so well for me.” ayato murmurs as he bends down to give you another kiss. once he slightly pulls away, you slowly lift one of your hands to cup his cheek— taking the chance to admire his visuals some more. your stomach filled with butterflies once you noticed how he looked at you with nothing but pure love.

his hand follows yours which settled on his face, only to plant a sweet kiss on the palm.

“ayato.” you whisper tiredly as you shoot him a small smile. “i’m lucky to call myself your wife.”

you meant what you said; not once did you regret getting to know him, getting into a relationship with him and nor did you regret marrying someone like him. he was the perfect husband. one that many could only dream of.

the words that were said to the man on top of you made the entire world around him stop. wordlessly, ayato settles down next to you on the futon. this time his hands are the ones holding onto your face.

“oh, archons, no.” he replies while ensuring that you look him in the eyes when he says the following.“while i am more than delighted to hear those words, i’m actually the one that’s lucky enough to call you my wife.”

“if i were to put it in better words: i’m lucky to be your husband.” ayato continues with a loving smile plastered on his face. the one that makes his eyes smile with him.

“and now,” he breathes in, “i’m lucky to have been given the opportunity to start a family with you.” his hand gently lays on your bare tummy, tracing the skin at a leisurely pace.

you can’t help but get a little emotional at the thought. you’ve only ever dreamt of such a perfect husband, yet there he was, laying right in front of you as he explains how much this all means to him.

“stop it..” you giggle in embarrassment and immediately snuggle up to him instead— giving him no chance to see your teary eyes. your response makes the blue-haired man chuckle as he wraps his arms around you to pull you into his warm embrace.

“please do remember that i mean every word i have uttered to you, my dear.” his voice echoes in your head after you close your eyes due to the tiredness. the way his hand is rubbing your back makes you even sleepier.

“you are the only one who i want to spend my future together with.”

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DETOUR - HAYAKAWA AKI |早川アキ (M)

You and Aki are supposed to be on your way back from a mission, but the rain that’s been pouring non-stop has Aki pulling over to the side of an empty road for safety precautions. It doesn’t look like it’s stopping any sooner, so what better way to spend that time than to have sweaty, breathy, messy sex in the back seat?

MINORS DNI

Pairing: aki x fem!bodied reader

word count: 8.0k

R18, making out, smut, car sex, protected sex, semi-public sex, handjob, oral sex (towards Aki), vaginal fingering, nipple licking, cowgirl position, missionary, vaginal sex, teasing & dirty talk, softdom aki (?), boyfriend aki

he smokes for a little bit. also calls you baby a few times.

authors note: car sex fic among my list of wips that i’ve been wanting to put out for ages, so ya’ll can thank the amount of horny i had in order to push through with this fic lol. also big thank you to my darling @meownotgood for beta reading and revising! and also adding fuel to the aki horny. i give you big kith <3 <3

18+ explicit content ahead. please for the love of god DO NOT interact if you’re a minor.

Aki exhales a long, defeated sigh from the driver’s seat. 

“It looks like we’ll be stuck here for a while.” he says, switching the car engine off. 

It's been pouring non-stop from the moment you left the city, but the rain has only grown heavier, to the point where it's difficult to see the road — or anything, for that matter. All you can make out through the droplet-soaked windows are the elusive silhouettes of houses and the blurred lights from the street lamps. The sky is gloomy and dark, puffy gray clouds obscure the sun. 

The two of you were supposed to be on your way back to headquarters after completing a mission Makima had sent you on. According to file reports and a call she received, the Rat Devil was going around terrorizing citizens in a small district on the far outskirts of Tokyo. 

The mission itself was simple: kill the Rat Devil and report back to Makima upon confirmation of its extermination. By the time you and Aki arrived, almost half the neighborhood was killed — or rather, eaten, so there wasn't any need for search and rescue. The devil was dealt with rather easily. You and Aki would have been at headquarters and done with all of this by now, if it wasn't for the sudden rainstorm interrupting that plan. 

So, here you are, parked at the side of an empty road with Aki, biding your time until the rain stops. 

You're a little bored, sure, but this isn't all bad. It feels good to relax a bit before you have to go back to headquarters; you can already see the giant stack of paperwork waiting for you. 

You hum as you shrug off your coat, before leaning your head against the headrest. You stare out the foggy window; there's a couple of houses up ahead that you can see from where you're parked, and beside them is a small playground. The whole neighborhood looks empty, as expected. You don’t think any kids will be coming out to play in this weather. 

The sound of the rain echoes a rhythmic pitter patter against the roof of the car. It's soothing, like it could lull you to sleep. You allow your tired eyes to close, and you almost drift off, but in a few moments, the sudden realization of being stuck in the rain, all alone somewhere secluded with your boyfriend begins to form an idea inside your head. 

It's not the best idea to be thinking of right now, sure. But considering it's been raining non-stop for ages now, and considering you need some way to pass the time, you wouldn't exactly say it's the worst thing you could come up with. 

You're just not sure about getting Aki to agree to it. You can already hear his response in your head: Really? You want to have sex right now? That's… We can't. Just wait until we get home. 

You've been dating Aki for an entire year now, and sex isn’t exactly new to you anymore, since you both gave each other your firsts on the fifth month of being together. But even now, Aki still blushes whenever you undress in front of him, or when you ask if you can suck him off during foreplay. 

He always tells you that you don't have to do anything for him, because he feels good just by watching you come undone on his fingers, his mouth giving you soft kisses on your clit while his tongue gives you long licks until your toes are curling as you cum. He's still the same as when you first met him, too shy to make the first move, and so dedicated to your own pleasure that he forgets about his own. 

And you know he's definitely too embarrassed to consider having sex in a place like this. You've never done anything remotely intimate with him in any place besides the bedroom. Hell, sometimes he's too embarrassed just to kiss you in public. 

You think you have an idea to convince him, though. 

You turn to look at Aki, who has one hand resting on the steering wheel, his fingers tapping a random beat against it. He rests his chin in the palm of his other hand, elbow on the side panel of the door. The rain continues to fall, drumming against the rooftop, as though it’s trying to flood the empty streets outside, to wash off all that is unjust and evil. 

Aki fidgets in the driver's seat for a moment, before you watch him pull out his pack of cigarettes from the pocket of his pants. He lights one up with the baby blue lighter you always see him use, and then he twists the key in the ignition, putting it in accessory mode so only the lights and radio turn on. 

He rolls the window down enough for him to flick the ashes out of it, making the petrichor invade your nose for a few moments. The rich, familiar smell of smoke he exhales replaces it, the wind drifts the scent towards you, along with the faint warm and woody cologne that emanates from him. 

You gaze at his handsome features in awe, admiring his side profile; the dull luminescence overcasting a shadow on his angular jawline and high cheekbones, eyes of welded iron and a gaze just as hard — Eyes that have seen more than anyone could possibly imagine in one lifetime. An upper lip that protrudes a little further than the lower, and cheeks of dusty pink; they soften his expression, and his demeanor of steel.

You shake your head before you end up getting lost in your thoughts any further. You inhale deeply, breathing in the remainder of smoke, and the gentle scent of the cologne clinging to his clothes once again. 

“Hey, Aki…” 

His attention goes to you the second he hears your voice, deep blue eyes scanning your gentle features and your unreadable expression. He notices that you've taken your coat off. 

“Hmm, what’s wrong?” Aki replies softly. “Are you feeling warm? I can turn the air conditioning on for a bit if you’d like.” He reaches for the air conditioning valve on the dashboard, but you grab his hand to stop him, shaking your head. 

“I’m fine. It’s something else.” You peer up at him through your lashes. His hand is warm. 

“What is it?” There’s a look of genuine concern apparent on his face as Aki puts out the cigarette in the portable ashtray he carries in his jacket. He scans all the parts of your body he can see — your arms, your hands, your neck, your shoulders, trying to see if there's any injuries, worried that you might have gotten hurt from the mission earlier. 

“Are you okay? Are you hurt?” 

You shake your head again with a chuckle, and you grab both of his hands, squeezing them tightly. “No, Aki. I told you, I’m fine. It’s just that...” 

You can't help but trail off; feeling a little embarrassed, you start to fiddle with his fingers, averting your eyes. 

“Spit it out already." Aki sighs impatiently, making you chuckle again. 

“So impatient.” you answer, smirking, to which Aki gives you an unamused blank stare. 

“I was thinking we could do something fun to pass the time." 

Aki raises an eyebrow. “Like what?”

You lean in closer, and since the space between you and him in the car isn’t very big to begin with, your lips are already inches away from his. 

You cup his chin between your finger and your thumb and whisper, “Like this…” 

At once, you've closed the distance, and your lips press softly to his. Aki's eyes widen, but soon, he's relaxing into the kiss, his shoulders slumping, his eyes fluttering shut. The smell of you consumes his senses: vanilla and lavender, utterly intoxicating. 

When the kiss deepens, he can taste the faint flavor of your lip gloss: cherry and mint. He kisses your lips over and over again like he can't get enough, soft but hungry at the same time. 

You move to climb on top of him, and Aki adjusts himself, leaning back in his seat to give you enough space to straddle him comfortably. Your tongue presses to his; you kiss languidly and deeply, taking time to explore each other’s mouths. Your lips feel so good against his own, so perfect. They're fogging up his mind, like you're demanding him to forget everything except for you — and it’s working. 

Your hands grip tightly onto his shirt as Aki skims his fingers down your shoulders and across your sides, resting them onto the curve of your waist. Right now, neither of you are thinking about getting back as soon as possible, or your lives, or anything like stupid devils and more missions. It’s just the both of you focusing on each other, and Aki’s mind is consumed only by thoughts of how good you make him feel. 

You both pull away breathlessly, foreheads resting against one another. Still catching your breath, you roll your hips into Aki's lap hesitantly, testing the waters. Aki groans, but he gives your waist a firm squeeze, stopping you from continuing. 

“We… we can’t. Not here." Aki looks at you through heavy eyelids. “Someone might see us.” 

You slide backwards a little on his lap as much as the small space will allow, until you feel the steering wheel press into your back. Your hand slowly travels up his thigh, fingers playing with the zipper of his pants. 

“Well, I guess we’ll have to be quick then.” You flash him a grin, but Aki stares back with an unamused expression. You reach up, toying with the earring on his lobe, resisting the urge to pinch his cheek. “Come on Aki, we haven’t seen another car for three hours. I doubt anyone’s going to see us in this rain.” 

Aki doesn't respond, so you take matters into your own hands: in a few seconds, you've grasped the button on his slacks and popped it open. You're tugging the zipper down, relieving some of the pressure when you hear Aki inhale sharply, his eyebrows furrowed, but he doesn't make an attempt to push you away. 

“Stop that.” 

His voice is weak, it's shaky, it lacks the bite you normally hear out of him when you're at work. And even though he's telling you to stop, Aki's body betrays him. You can feel the bulge that's forming underneath his slacks, you notice how he lifts his hips a little to make it easier for you to tug his pants down. Your smirk grows wider. 

“Do you really want me to stop?” you hum, moving closer to whisper into his ear. 

“Baby-” Aki quips sharply, almost like a warning, but you continue your ministrations; you rub where the hem of his briefs meets his stomach with your thumbs, you kiss him softly behind his ear. 

“Don’t you want me too?” You pull back to meet his eyes, and you tilt your head to the side, your lips pulling up into a coy smile. Aki's heart skips a beat at the sight. 

Aki swallows thickly. “I…” 

It’s not that he doesn’t want you. It's just that he'd much rather have you somewhere more comfortable, more familiar. When he's looking at you like he is now, his head spins with the thought of driving you home, tossing the door open only to carry you to his bedroom and pin you to the bed. He imagines your hands gripping the sheets, your voice calling his name with his head buried between your legs, his lips on your clit and his mouth on your pussy. 

No, he definitely wants you, and he can't deny it, he can't stop thinking about it now that you've got him started. 

Before Aki can give you a reply, you lean into his neck, giving him a few soft, teasing kisses on his warm skin, before you pull back and look at him again with the same imploring smile. 

Aki sighs, half in annoyance, half in submission. You can see the affection behind his eyes when he looks at you; deep down, he’s a pile of mush, unbelievably endeared to you. He’s helpless when you ask for things out of the blue like this, especially when you give him such a pleading look with those doe-like eyes. 

Aki takes in a long, steady breath before he asks, “Are you sure you want to do this here?  Wouldn’t it be better if we wait until we get home?” 

“I’m sure. Besides,” You nod softly, smiling, “Don’t you think it’s a little exciting to fuck me in the car?” 

Oh, Aki thinks it’s very exciting. As much as he doesn't want to admit it, he gets a certain rush just by imagining it, it's a kind of feeling he's never felt before. His dick throbs in his briefs when he thinks of fucking you in the backseat of the company car, and in public, no less. 

Part of him is still nervous — What if you both make a mess, what if someone catches you? But another part of him wants to chase that rush, he wants to have you right here, and right now. 

He tries to temper the fog in his head, focusing on the feeling of you against him. It's difficult when his heart is thumping loud in his eardrums, and when his core is thrumming with anticipation and need.   

“I need you, Aki.” 

Sometimes, he swears you can read his mind. 

“I need you too.” he replies, and you don’t miss the faint pink color dusted on his cheekbones. Aki swallows, and he takes a deep breath to steady himself. “Just this once. We'll do this just this once, got it?”

Aki motions his head over to the back seat, and you take the hint, quickly climbing into it. He follows suit shortly after, and everything is a blur of clothes coming off and hungry, heated and sloppy kisses. You're left in just your underwear, and Aki is left in just his loose work slacks. 

You can feel the familiar rush of white hot want course through your veins.You’re sure Aki feels the same way because in between kisses, when your hand goes back to stroking the tent in his pants, he seems to have only gotten harder. You give him one last firm squeeze, pulling away to position yourself on your knees in front of him. 

It's a tight fit; the company cars are spacious, but you're still crammed in between him and the back of the front seat, it leaves you to rest your head on his legs and press your chest to his knees. 

“What… what are you doing?” Aki stutters nervously, squirming a little in his seat when you reach for his slacks. You tug them down his legs the rest of the way until they're pooled at his ankles. 

“Making you feel good.” 

Your fingers feel warm on his skin when you push them under the waistband of his briefs. You help him out of them, his length bounces up to tap his stomach when you tug them all the way down. The sensitive, pink head tingles when it brushes against his skin, causing Aki’s entire frame to shudder with need. 

You waste no time gripping the base of his cock and spitting on the leaking tip, stroking him slowly. Aki spreads his legs a little wider for you as your palm swipes the tip, getting his length wet with your saliva and his precum; the sensation has him moaning in pleasure. 

Barely squeezing, you slowly move your hand up and down the shaft, you snicker a little when you hear him whimper slightly. You pump his cock lazily, and Aki reaches down, grabbing your arm to steady himself, thrusting his hips up into your hand, searching for more. 

And you give it to him; Aki’s head falls back against the headrest with a thud, and he grunts as you start to stroke him faster. “Feels… so good.” 

“More?” you ask, your voice husky. Aki nods feverishly in response.

“God, yes. Please. Don't stop, don't stop...” 

The slick noises filling the car and the sound of Aki's desperate begs add on to the growing ache between your legs, they mix with the echo of the rain tapping the roof of the car and the windshield. He mutters a strained fuck when you wrap your fingers around the base of his cock and bring it to your warm tongue, giving the tip a tentative lick. 

“S-Shit…” Aki hisses, his breathing unsteady, “That's it… Keep going.”

At first, you start by just trailing kisses down his tip to the underside of his cock, and Aki shivers at the faint sensation. When you trail back up, starting to take him into your mouth, you feel his palm lay softly on the back of your head, and then his fingers knot themselves into your hair, gripping tightly, holding the loose strands away from your face in a makeshift ponytail. 

Aki watches you with his jaw slack, he quietly moans your name when your cheeks hollow, your head bobbing up and down his cock at a languid pace. 

Aki grips your hair a little tighter. His eyes meet yours, his gaze is heavy with lust and with love. “So good, you're doing such a good job.”

With your saliva involved, every time you suck on his cock with your lips closed, there's a nasty, loud squelch — It reminds him that this is happening right here, that you're sucking Aki's cock in the backseat. He's in so much bliss he's hardly thinking about it, he can only focus on the feeling of your tongue swirling around his dick, of your warm mouth and the tip of his cock slightly touching the back of your throat when he bucks his hips up. 

He rubs the back of your head gently, his eyelashes flutter when he looks at you. 

“Your lips… They're so pretty.” Aki tells you, and you pull away from his cock with a loud pop. 

“Yeah?” A teasing smile forms on your lips. “And you have a pretty dick.” 

Aki's cheeks instantly blossom with color, petals of dusty rose scattering across his handsome features. His pupils blow out deep, dark and wide. You've always thought Aki has the most beautiful pair of eyes, they're like a door to his soul. Pools of deep dark blue that you could drown inside if you weren’t so busy sucking the life out of him in the back of the sleek company sedan. 

You watch Aki draw his bottom lip between his teeth, hesitating, before finally, he gently pushes down on the back of your head, with so little force you almost don't feel it. 

“C’mon… keep going for me, just a little bit, please. Can you do that?" His voice cracks slightly, his tone high-pitched. You smile, nodding obediently, and you move back down to wrap your warm lips around him once again. 

“Mhmm.” The hum of your voice sends vibrations over Aki's cock, causing him to inhale a sharp breath through his teeth. You look up at him one last time, batting your eyelashes before sinking your mouth down on him completely, taking him all the way down your throat. Tears well at the corners of your eyes, and you shut them tight to will them away. 

Aki cries out, his thighs shaking. He stammers, “S-Shit, baby, too much, slow down...” 

He's trying his hardest not to thrust himself into your mouth. His eyes almost roll into the back of his head when he feels the tip of his cock brush the back of your throat again, and he clumsily pushes your hair behind your ears as you suck eagerly on his cock. 

It's so overwhelming, it's so much, it's more than he thinks he can take when one of your hands reaches up to grip the base of his cock, stroking in tune with your mouth, while the other massages his thigh, willing his legs to spread even further apart. But it feels so fucking good, Aki can't help but melt into you. 

“God,” he groans through heavy pants, “You take me so well, p-please, don't stop.” 

The way your hand glides up and down his cock along with your mouth is making Aki forget how to think straight. He feels dizzy, he knows he's getting close to the edge, and if he lets you keep going, he's sure he won't be able to stop himself from cumming. He grabs your wrist firmly — a silent demand to halt your actions — and he catches his breath. 

In compliance, you freeze, and Aki slips his hand up to hold the side of your face, to cup your cheek and slowly coax you up while he leans down. 

“C'mere.”

He pulls you into a fervent kiss, you press your palm to his chest and push him back into the seat until you can straddle his thighs and settle into his lap. 

Aki can taste himself on your tongue; it makes him feel high, but as you lift your hips, grinding your clothed cunt against his length, getting your underwear soaked and filthy and making Aki moan into your mouth, he suddenly stops you. He reaches down, he grabs your waist and causes you to freeze, pulling away from his lips, a confused expression on your face. 

No, no more. He needs you right now.

“I… I want to cum with you.” Aki admits, breathing hard, “I need to be inside you when I cum.” 

You nod with a gentle smile. “Okay. Of course.” 

You follow Aki's lead when he brings his palm to the small of your back, guiding you to twist and lay down in the backseat. The space is cramped, your head is propped up on the door, Aki has to slot his knee between your legs to make room for himself. The tight space makes it feel like he's even closer. 

Condensation has formed on the inside of the windows from the heat of your bodies. Aki cranes down to meet your neck. Your breath hitches at the first touch of his lips on your skin, right on your nape, and then down, his open mouth wet and warm on the flesh below your collarbone. 

“I’m gonna take your underwear off, okay?” he whispers softly without pulling away. You nod, and you lift your hips up slightly to allow him to pull down your lacy underwear. He tosses them to the side while he continues to leave gentle kisses on your chest.  

“Spread your legs open for me.” His words are like warm honey, sweet and dizzying when they drip from his lips to meet your ears. 

You obey, spreading your legs eagerly, as wide as the small space in the backseat will allow. Aki’s eyes grow dark with lust when he pulls back and sees your pretty pussy glistening in the low light, soaking wet for him — like a blooming flower, filled with sweet, sticky nectar. 

He grazes his fingers up your dripping slit, he sighs the moment he feels your slick drip out onto the digits. 

“God, you're so wet,” he croaks out, slightly breathless. His head dips, bangs hiding his face, and he tries to compose himself. “I'm gonna put one in.” 

Then, Aki is slowly pressing a finger into your tight walls, sinking it in all the way and curling it into your core, causing you to whine and arch your back, your chest pressing up towards him. You wrap one arm around his shoulders, and you grip his arm with the other, your hips bucking up as another finger teases your entrance before sinking deep inside. 

Your mouth falls open, your brows pinch. Aki kisses your forehead, he tugs you closer and leans down to brush his lips over your neck. 

“Feels good,” you whine, and Aki delicately rubs your clit with his thumb, sighing when he feels your walls clamp around his fingers. 

“Yeah?” He kisses your neck messily, curling his fingers into you deliciously. 

“I’m close, I'm close-” 

Your thighs close around his arm, and Aki slows his pace for just a moment. 

He asks, “Do you want me to stop?” 

Immediately, you shake your head, you plead for him to continue. Aki kisses your neck once more before he brings his lips to your ear, he presses his fingers into your sweet spot while toying with your clit, whispering honeyed words into your ear. 

You're so pretty, you gonna cum for me? Go ahead and cum, baby, I've got you. 

You tip over the edge just as he eases a third finger into you. You chant his name, your thighs shake and he drags his soaked fingers out to messily rub your clit through your orgasm with quick flicks of his wrist. 

Aki kisses you as you come down; it's like time is frozen, like it's just you and him stuck in this moment. Your lips melded to his while you breathe life into him, yet at the same time, take his breath away with each kiss you give to his lips. He only pulls away to catch his breath and briefly bring his fingers to his mouth, licking them clean. 

“Hold on,” Aki reaches down onto the floor, searching for his pants. When he finds them, he fishes his wallet out of his pocket, pulling out a silver condom packet. 

“What?” You prop yourself up on your elbows, eyeing him up and down. “Since when have you started carrying those around?” 

Aki replies matter-of-factly, “Since we started dating.” 

You smirk. “We have plenty of those at your house, you know. Thought you didn't want to have sex in public.” 

“Oh, please,” Aki rolls his eyes, “I wasn't counting on using them for something like this. It's just… better to be prepared.” 

It's not a complete lie, although, Aki can't deny he was thinking of the two of you getting caught in something spontaneous when he first slipped the condom into his wallet. He definitely didn't imagine this would be the place he'd end up using it, though. 

You reach up, plucking the condom packet from his fingers, and Aki glances up towards the driver's seat. The sky seems even darker than before, and the rain is still pouring down, battering the glass and obscuring the view. The windows of the car are slightly tinted, and with this storm, there's still no-one to be found. 

You tear open the condom wrapper, and you're sliding the lubricated latex down his hardened cock when Aki turns to look at you again. He settles his much larger hand over your own, he helps you tug the condom snugly on his length. 

“So...” Aki starts, and you look up to meet his eyes. “You were planning on doing this without protection?” 

He's so perceptive, you can't help but laugh. “Maybe. You're right, though. It's better to be safe.” 

Aki's eyes narrow. His expression seems unamused, but the more he thinks about it, the more he considers what that would entail — fucking you raw, the deeper his cheeks redden. Perhaps he should have gone with what you wanted. 

“Hey,” Your voice rouses him from his thoughts, “Sit back for me.” 

As he leans back, settling into the seat, you climb into his lap to straddle him again, pressing your lips to his. Your palms roam up and down his chest, fingertips tracing the scars littered across his toned body. 

His tongue snakes against yours, he kisses you deeply. Your teeth nip at his bottom lip before you detach and kiss his chin, then the edge of his jaw, trailing kisses down his to his neck where you suck beautiful fields of lilac and dusty pink into his pale skin. Aki gasps; his hands drift down your waist, the shape of your hips, and the arch of your back until they begin to knead the soft flesh of your ass. 

You can't wait any longer; you raise your hips and grip the base of his cock, running the tip over your wet folds. Aki looks down, he watches, he bites down on his lower lip. Then, he meets your gaze, his eyes glazed over, his expression pleading. 

Finally, you align his throbbing cock to your entrance, bringing yourself down halfway, slowly. You feel the fat tip of his cock enter you, you feel it stretch you out. Aki throws his head back, his eyes closed. He already feels like he could cum, just from this. Just from being halfway inside you. 

“Shit,” he mumbles, “God, that feels so good, fuck, baby-” 

You're both panting, and you've barely even taken him. 

Aki cracks his eyes open to watch you sink down on his cock, the length slowly disappearing inside you. He sucks a hiss between his gritted teeth when you settle on him all the way, taking all of him in. Your heart is pounding wildly against your ribcage, your head is starting to spin. 

“Too deep?” Aki asks between pants, and you shake your head. A few moments go by, you listen to the rhythmic drum of rain, Aki rubs soothing circles on your back and gives you a minute to adjust. 

It feels so good to finally be inside you. Aki breathes in deeply, he groans when your hips shift. You take another few moments to compose yourself before you lift your hips a little, only to immediately drop back down on his cock, causing a low fuck to escape from his lips. 

You start bouncing up and down his length, and he leans forward, latching his mouth onto your nipple. His hand gently kneads your other breast. You moan softly, hands reaching up to tug his messy hair out of his topknot, until your fingers can run through the strands and your nails can drag across his scalp, making him grunt and his spine tingle. 

“You like that, baby?” you coo, and Aki hums in approval, sending vibrations over your breast. His eyebrows are knitted together, his eyelids are fluttered shut. 

He swirls his tongue around your nipple and kisses your breast before pulling away. Your pace is getting a little faster, a little harder. The car is filled with the sound of skin slapping skin as you ride him, and the needy whines and moans coming from both you and him. 

“I love it, love it so much,” Aki sighs, “S-So wet and tight for me.” 

You grind your pelvis into his, and he grips your waist to help you along. You start to feel Aki raising his hips up from the seat. Ever so slightly, at first, just trying to feel you a little deeper. And then, desperately — he's matching your rhythm and rutting up into you, fucking you as you ride him with needy whines and fragile gasps. 

His expression already looks so fucked-out: his pupils blown, his lips parted, hair down and messy to frame his face. He's practically drooling. 

“That’s it, baby,” you purr as Aki thrusts up into you again, moaning from the pleasure. “Show me how much you like it.” 

“Ngh — fuck.” Your words only seem to spur him on more. Aki digs his nails a little harder into your hips, he shakes his head to get his messy bangs out of his eyes. 

“Oh, yes.” you moan, gripping his broad shoulders to steady yourself, “Right there, please, right there-” 

Sweat drips from his forehead, droplets cascade down his chest. He's fucking right into your sweet spot, to the point where you hardly have to move, you just let him thrust into you. Your ass is slapping against his thighs. Aki kisses your cheek before grasping your chin between his fingers and pulling your mouth onto his. 

The kiss is a wild clash of tongue and teeth, but you break away almost as soon as it begins, crying out when Aki buries himself into you hard. You nuzzle your face into the crook of his neck, gasping over and over again in pleasure. 

Suddenly, Aki's pace starts to slow, he's holding you still and trying to catch his breath. His thighs are twitching, and his heart is pounding, it's so loud he can hear it in his ears. 

“Not… not gonna last much longer like this,” he mumbles, and you sit up to meet his eyes. There's an earnest, loving expression in the back of his gaze when he asks, “Can we change positions?” 

You don't answer, still catching your breath, but you nod your head. Aki rubs your hips, he lifts you and pulls out of you slowly, he kisses your jaw and your throat. You feel his arm curl around the small of your back, and he gently maneuvers your body until you're under him, your back laying flat against the seat. The leather is cool and smooth on your skin. 

Aki takes in the sight of you for a few moments, his eyes scanning your form. He admires the way you're splayed out beneath him; so beautiful, so angelic, as you always are. This time, though, it's a little different. It's a bit different to see you here, to have you in a place like this. It somehow manages to be exciting, but just as intimate as when he has you in his bedroom at the same time. 

He can't hold back from telling you in a sweet voice, “You're beautiful. So beautiful.” 

He closes his eyes, he listens to the drum of the rain for a second. Then, he grabs your waist, squeezing it carefully to let you know he's continuing, before lining the tip of his cock up with your entrance. 

Aki is incredibly gentle when he enters you again, like he’s handling glass, easing inside of you slowly. But once he's halfway in, everything is so hot and wet and tight that he's nearly on the verge of losing control, he has to resist the urge to just fuck you senseless. 

He exhales a shaky breath, you watch as his eyebrows furrow and God, it's so good, he's about to bottom out and it's such a snug, tight fit but it's just so right. All you can do is wiggle your hips and sigh feebly under the pressure, with Aki's forehead pressed to yours as he fills you. 

He places one of his hands on your side, while the other grips your leg from where it's falling off the edge of the seat. He tosses it over his shoulder, he buries himself into the hilt. 

“So good, Aki...” you gasp, your voice breathless, desperate. Aki leans down; his tongue flicks over your earlobe, he takes it between his teeth and sucks. His palms roam your body, gliding over your stomach and your sides. He kisses the shell of your ear, his warm breath fans out over it. 

“God, please.” Your head tosses back, and you're begging for him to give you more, only for Aki to ignore your pleading. 

Your arms wrap around his neck, and he kisses down your jaw, your neck, your shoulders. His lips reach your breast, he gazes fondly at the pretty shade of your skin before brushing his lips over your nipple. He licks it with the flat length of his tongue while he reaches down, bringing a free hand between your legs to rub soft circles over your clit with his thumb. You feel a wave of bliss twist up your spine, your cunt tightens around Aki's thick cock and his whole body shudders. 

A shaky moan comes with your next words: “Aki… stop teasing. Please.” 

You wiggle your hips, you whine and grip his shoulders tightly as he continues to kiss and suck on your breast, humming softly. 

“Need you to fuck me, now, please, Aki?” 

A ghost of a smile forms across Aki's face. He pulls away from your chest with a quiet pop, glancing up to meet your gaze. He mumbles, “You sound so cute… you want me to move, right?” 

He rewards you with the slightest thrust of his hips, rutting himself into you, just a little bit. It's enough to make you gasp, to make you grip him tighter and tangle your fingers in his hair. 

He knows you want him to move, he just wants to hear you say it. 

Face warm and with your eyes screwed shut, you murmur his name senselessly, over and over again like a prayer, a plea. You mutter please, please, please again and again as Aki's lips ghost over yours, and then press to the side of your throat, where he kisses and lightly nibbles, leaving impressions of his teeth. 

He tries to hold out, he tries to tease you as much as he can, only moving slightly, just enjoying the feeling of being buried deep inside you and the sound of your pretty voice. But it's hard to resist you, especially when you're begging for him. He longs to give you everything you ask for. 

“Alright,” he murmurs, voice soft and gentle, “Since you asked so nicely, I’ll give you what you want.”

Aki rests his head on your shoulder, and as he presses wet, open-mouthed kisses along your collarbones, he quickens his pace, thrusting into you with deep, languid rolls of his hips. He reaches for your hands, pinning them above your head and threads his fingers with your own, holding them tightly. 

He pulls back and meets your eyes; your gaze flickers over his and you watch his brows furrow from the building pleasure. Then, Aki leans in, all the way until he's kissing you and his tongue is slipping past your lips. 

He begins to drill himself in fast, thrusting himself eagerly into you with long, deep strokes. The small space of the backseat causes his body to press up close to yours, and the perked buds of your nipples graze against his chest with every abrupt movement. Aki screws his eyes tightly shut, he lets go of your hands to hold the sides of your face as he kisses you. He focuses on the way your nails rake over his back. 

He kisses you leisurely, deliberately, as if he's trying to capture every inch of your sweet taste on the tip of his tongue. You whimper into his mouth; his cock is hitting the spot that always makes you melt, it's causing you to arch your back into him. His tempo doesn't slow, nor does it falter. He continues to pound into you, hitting that perfect spot and causing all your nerves to light up when his pelvis grinds into your swollen clit with each of his thrusts. 

His hand steadies on the curve of your hip, he keeps the connection between your mouth and his as his palm trails lower, further downwards until it reaches the warmth of your cunt. You're soaked with both of your desires, your clit feels slick on his fingertips when he toys with it. 

You grip him tightly, clutching onto him as if your bearings have been thrown and he is the only thing in this world that can keep you grounded — a solid rock amongst the heavy waves. You find sanity in the taste of his tongue, and stability in your hands grasping at his shoulder blades. He's close, so close. 

He pulls away from your mouth, his warm breath mixes with yours, and you immediately gasp, “Don’t stop. Please, don’t stop.” 

Aki responds with a deep groan, his voice husky. “I won’t baby, I’ll give it to you as much as you want.” 

He leans down, kissing the tip of your nose. And then, his tongue presses to your neck, he licks a long stripe up your skin, eliciting a stuttered whimper from your lips. Aki leans his head on your shoulder, he sighs into your nape. It's so cute, it's so sexy that you want him so badly. You're begging desperately under him, when moments earlier you were the one teasing him, like the little minx you always are. 

You're always like this. You can tease him as much as you'd like, but he knows how much you need him. That's why you had him fuck you here, without being patient enough to wait for the two of you to get home. 

The rain is just as steady as it was when you began. It overpowers the echo of Aki's skin hitting yours, it's a quiet sort of lull that soothes you the moment the sound fills your ears. Everything feels slow, warm and sleepy and tinged with electricity. Is this how things always were with him? 

You reach for his face, you cup his cheeks and get him to look into your eyes. “I love you.” 

“I love you too, I love you so much.” Aki responds immediately, breathlessly, and he slows down the rhythm of his thrusts. 

In this beautiful instance of time, nothing matters, absolutely nothing but you. 

You take him into your broad oceans of adoration, care, and unadulterated love. You sweep him out into your calm oceans and away from the rocky shores which expose the jagged edges of his past, a life already lived, that still manages to cut at his bones, that still digs deep into his sanity and claws at the worst of him. 

Right now, you look heavenly, your hair splayed out onto the dark, leather seats, the warm light reflecting off your skin. Aki marvels at your beauty; the way the overcast lighting and shadows from outside cast over you makes you glow as if you're a piece of the moon itself, dislodged and sent down to earth to bring the brightest of lights into his life. An ethereal being for him to love and adore, who he's lucky enough to have all for himself.

Slowly, he works back to his previous pace, but his eyes never leave your form, he never stops gazing at you with such adoration and love. Your heart flutters ceaselessly inside of your chest. 

Honestly, Aki is so turned on he's starting to lose control of himself. The mere sight of you underneath him, in the backseat of the company’s car, in the middle of an empty street — it’s something Aki couldn't have imagined in his wildest dreams. And yet, it feels so lovely to have you here, so perfect, he just can't get enough. 

The simmering pressure that's been building up in him, deep and potent, begins to rapidly pool in his core to the point where Aki is sure he won't be able to hold back for much longer. The coil in his stomach is tightening, winding and threatening to snap. His bottom lip is bitten to hell and back, and his parched throat murmurs your name with a harsh sense of yearning. 

Aki looks down at you with a hooded gaze, but he ceases to break eye contact with you. His forearms support his weight on either side of your body as he continues to thrust in and out, following the rhythm that always makes you come undone for him. 

Pleasure consumes him, it consumes you, you're joined in the most intimate way two people could become one. The act is sinful, but it's coated in the deep bond the both of you share, it's intertwined with pure love and utter devotion. 

“A-Aki,” You sound like you’re on the verge of tears, babbling as you beg, “I can’t, I have to… Aki, please, I-” 

You interrupt yourself with a loud cry, tossing your head back as you immerse yourself in the very peak of your euphoria. 

“Yeah?” Aki gasps back, fucking you deeply, perfectly, in the way that always brings you to the edge for him. 

“Let go, sweetheart.” He's barely breathing the words, he grasps your chin and stares into your eyes. His thumb brushes over your lower lip. “Come for me – Come all over me.”

It’s impossible to say no. Not when his voice is so soft and convincing, so enticing. Not when he's fucking you this good, bringing you to heaven with every deep roll of his hips. 

You can barely hear the rain outside anymore. The only thing you can focus on is the pleasure, the only sound filling your ears is the echo of Aki's heavy breaths and his desperate moans. You want to drown in this feeling forever, you want Aki's sweet words to melt into your skin, to brand you with his mark. 

The whole car is shaking from the weight of Aki's thrusts as he fucks you into the seat. You're right on the edge, and one more deep thrust throws you over; your thighs shudder, you let go with a scream of his name. Aki works you through your bliss, drawing out your pleasure until the feeling of your walls clamping around his cock has him meeting his end along with you. 

He groans your name, his head drops to your shoulder and his eyes screw shut. His thrusts grow erratic, clumsy, he mutters a mix of yes, and, I love you. He spills a warm load inside the condom as your walls throb around him, milking him for everything he has. 

The white fades eventually, like lamplight dimming behind a shade. Your vision is hazy, the both of you are a sweaty mess in the backseat, and when you breathe in, it’s all musky and good and sweet, just the scent of sex and the feeling of Aki's body pressed closely to yours, his arms wrapped loosely around you. 

After a few moments, Aki pulls out of you, and he pulls you close to him so you're huddled up to him. His heart is beating loudly in his chest, and you can feel it against yours. You breathe in and out, deeply, trying to steady your breathing. Aki does the same. Your hearts sync up to the same steady rhythm. 

The afterglow begins to settle into Aki’s bones. His mind is a complete haze of pleasure, and the only thing on his mind is you, you, you. He sits up a little, and he turns to look at you, only to find that you're already staring back up at him with adoration in your eyes. 

Aki stares into them for what feels like an eternity, stretches of time that must only be mere seconds, but feel like they've continued on for decades, horizons far beyond this unfairly short lifetime. Your gaze is his solace, his home. He knows he's too far gone. 

When he says those three words again, it feels greater than the first time, more than the second. As if with every new time he confesses his love to you, the truth of it engraves itself deeper into his being.

Aki breathes, “I love you.” 

You smile, you lean in and kiss his shoulder. “I love you too, Aki.” 

Aki nuzzles your forehead weakly. He gives the two of you a few more moments to regain composure, and then he pushes himself up, discarding the condom and collecting both of your clothes. He helps you get dressed, he tugs his clothes on and adjusts them so they're just as neat as they were before. You hand him his hair tie as you finish buttoning up your shirt, and Aki ties his hair up before climbing into the driver's seat. 

The rain has finally slowed down to a soft drizzle. Thankfully, when you climb into the passenger's seat and scan the road, you don't see anyone on the streets. You lean your head into the headrest, finally feeling the fatigue of the mission and the previous activities from earlier take over. 

Aki looks towards you. He makes sure you're alright, he reaches for the keys and turns them in the ignition, firing up the engine. 

You meet his eyes. One of his hands grips the steering wheel, and the other reaches for yours. He brings it close to his face, he presses a kiss to your knuckle. He lets go and settles his palm onto your thigh. 

“Come on. Let’s go home.” 

a/n: pls forgive if you see any errors, dumblr likes to fuck up my posts for some reason.

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