Tobacco Sunburst (18+) Chapter 2
Pairing: Aki x f. reader A/N: I refuse to think back to the horror of 1997 and the ill-equipped lack of technology therefore this fic WILL be using some current tech. Sorry not sorry. Also how many of us are obsessed with this gorgeous man? Because honestly.
Synopsis: A random encounter is the start of a friendship that turns to something more.
Word count: 9,307 (so damn smut heavy with plot I hadnt intended on in the beginning yet here we are)
Chapter: 2/?
Content: fluff, mentions of smoking, (legal) alcohol use, first times, f! loss of virginity, oral sex, penetrative sex, and shenanigans in general, hint of spoiler, mentions of blood
Link to my Ao3
A dull, throbbing pain in your arm makes you wake up. You realize that arm is tucked beneath you while the other is slung across Aki’s middle, and you’ve been using his shoulder as a pillow.
“What’s wrong?” he mumbles sleepily when you sit up.
“My arm hurts,” you explain while looking at the window. It’s still dark. “How long was I asleep for?”
“Not long; maybe like an hour or so.”
“And I left you hanging. Sorry about that.”
“It’s okay.”
“No, it’s not. There’s more I wanted to do.”
“So do it.”
“Okay, but let me take off your shirt first.”
He sits up just enough for you to tug off the sleep-warmed shirt and you set it behind you. It’s dark and you can’t see everything clearly but being this close to Aki while he’s half undressed feels incredibly intimate, especially after you move in to wrap your arms around his neck and kiss him. His skin feels as soft as his lips and you’re easily distracted by the feel of his muscled back beneath your fingertips.
Soon you nudge him to lie back down and straddle his waist. It seems that Aki likes being intimately touched just as much as you do. He’s quiet as you stroke his face and kiss the prominent knot of his Adam’s apple, just like he’d done to you, but you can hear him inhaling sharply when your tongue licks a tiny stripe over his pulse. There’s a slight hitch in his breathing as you kiss your way down the firm contours of his chest and abs. You don’t need to look far to notice the obvious bulge in his sweatpants; besides it being very close to your face, it’s hard to ignore that very much prominent part of his body.
“Can I?” you ask, hands positioned at his waistband.
“Yeah,” he replies, lifting his slim hips and allowing you to tug his sweatpants and boxers down his legs.
It turns out you were sort of right; beyond a dark thatch of groomed hair shows that Aki is well endowed in the cock department, but it’s actually thicker than you realized. Likely too thick for you to get your hand completely around, veiny and slightly curved upwards.
As much as you want to grab it, you need to work up the nerve to do so and you try to emulate the way Aki massaged your thighs. Almost immediately he relaxes beneath your touch and when you look up, you see that his eyes are closed. He inhales softly when you finally take hold of his cock and just like you suspected, your fingers don’t touch.
The idea of taking something so big is daunting to say the least. Add to the fact that you’ve never given head before but common sense tells you to get your mouth as wet as possible. It seems like your theory is correct because the moment you enclose your lips around his pale, slightly leaking tip, Aki swears and involuntarily thrusts forward. His precum is slightly salty but not unpleasant, and you lick it away before going lower. The deeper you go the wetter everything gets, and it soon reduces Aki to a writhing, moaning state. Sometimes he accidentally thrusts too far into your throat and you do your best to not gag, but soon you both find a rhythm that works.
Letting Aki fuck your mouth is probably one of the hottest experiences you’ve ever had, and you find yourself not caring when your cheeks, chin and lips are completely soaked with saliva. You don’t realize that you’re rocking your naked hips into the mattress, eager to garner friction against your clit. Things get so heated that your scarf falls off at some point, and Aki reaches toward your head but pauses.
“Is it okay?” he asks.
“Yes, just don’t pull too hard. My hair isn’t like yours.”
His fingers are surprisingly gentle as they slide into your hair and settle against your scalp. He gives it a light massage and his touch feels so good that you almost forget about your task at hand, but his cock twitching between your lips is enough of a reminder. Aki is finding it hard to remain still and soon warns in a rough voice that he’s about to come. You keep going, wanting him to fully lose control the way he made you do. His moans have you aroused all over again, and you keep sucking as he jerkily thrusts into your mouth while shooting his release onto your tongue. It doesn’t taste horrible but you swallow what you can while the rest spills down his shaft.
“Fuck,” he wheezes once he’s able to catch his breath. “That was too fucking good. Just give me a minute to catch my breath and clean up and I’ll get you some water, unless you want something else.”
“Water is fine.”
Your eyes are treated to the sight of Aki’s naked form when he gets out of bed and clicks on your floor lamp to find his underwear. When he leaves your room, you’re struck over the fact that him standing in your little kitchen barely dressed is incredibly intimate, but it’s an idea you could get used to. More scenarios are running through your mind when he returns, and you pause them to take the glass and drain it in a few gulps. When you lean across Aki to put the empty glass on your bedside table, the position leaves your crotch pressed against his thigh.
“Oh shit, you’re drenched,” he murmurs, steadying a hand against your hip and bringing the other between your legs.
“Which is entirely your fault,” you bite out, flailing a bit when his fingertip glides across your stiffened clit. “I had no idea I would get turned on from giving you head.”
Aki brings you closer by slipping an around your waist. You have the idea that he’s staring at your face, eager to see your reaction as he titillates that sensitive nub but you’re too aroused to directly focus.
His touch manages to bring your own method of masturbation to shame; the little circles drawn around your clit have you clenching and rocking against Aki’s hand. There’s no warning as he quickly brings you to the brink of going over again while you struggle to remain kneeling upright with both arms thrown around his neck for support. He continues rubbing throughout your orgasm, easing up his touch as you slowly come down. You’re still dazed from coming so hard and slump against Aki when his hand shifts. What feels like his ring and middle finger are teasing your entrance and you push back against his hand, letting him know you want more. But there’s a tight burn when he gets his fingers halfway inside and it makes you jerk away from his hand.
“Sorry, does that hurt?”
“Yeah. Can you just use one for now?”
“Sure.”
His middle finger inside you while the heel of his palm presses into and massages your swollen clit is enough to leave you delirious. Aki twists his wrist while thrusting into the heat of your body, marveling at your tight wet walls clamped down on his digit. It’s enough to easily send you over the edge, and your scream gets lost in Aki’s open-mouth kiss. Once your cries taper off into whimpers, you tell him to try two fingers again. The resistance is still there and he doesn’t move his hand while allowing you to set the pace. Eventually there’s a pleasant fullness beneath the slight burn and it’s almost enough to make you want to grab his hand and shove until his fingers are knuckle deep in your pussy. Yet Aki’s fingers are too damn thick for that, and your focus is shot to hell anyway when he curls them into your g-spot. A low whine escapes your lips as Aki starts the process of bringing you to the edge all over again. Moments later you come so hard that Aki’s wrist and forearm are dripping with your juices and there’s a puddle of clear fluid lying in his palm.
“Fuck, I could watch you do that over and over and never get tired,” he comments, staring down in awe at his hand.
“You might never get tired but I would pass out,” you reply, falling to the bed as your weakened legs give out, feeling as though you actually could pass out right now.
Yet Aki isn’t done and by the sixth orgasm, your cunt is puffy and there’s a weird muffled sound in your ears that makes you feel as though you’re underwater. Your body is stuck in a half-reclined position and you can’t move even if you wanted to. Your limbs turn to jelly only after Aki decides to let you rest and slips his fingers from your body.
“Your hands and mouth are dangerous,” you tell him, still panting after collapsing onto the pillow. “Do you see my scarf?”
“Let me dry off and I’ll look.”
Aki’s hand as well as the spot beneath you is drenched, and he apologizes while getting a clean towel for you to lay on.
“Now I see what you meant about it not being fun to sleep in a wet bed,” you tell him through a yawn.
“We should probably get a waterproof sheet,” he replies, rooting around the bedding for your scarf and holding it up when he finds it. You could kiss him after he ties it on for you because you’re still too weak to move, and kiss Aki again when he covers you with the blankets. “I’ll be right back; going for a smoke. Want me to bring you more water or anything?”
“Nah, I’m good. I’ll be here waiting for my cuddles.”
Aki kisses you before standing up, and you watch him slip on his sweatpants and shirt. You’re cold and look for your own shirt, which you see neatly folded and left atop your bedside table. As you slip it over your head, you wonder when he managed to fold it. You close your eyes and began drifting off the moment you lay back down, and when you open them again Aki is settling himself in bed next to you.
“I didn’t mean to wake you,” he says apologetically.
“I tried to wait for you,” you murmur, sighing contentedly when Aki aligns his body with yours and settles an arm around your waist.
“You didn’t have to.”
“I know, but I like to make the most of our time together.”
“Well I’ll be here when you wake up in the morning, so go to sleep.”
“You’re so bossy. Goodnight.”
“Goodnight.”
You and Aki spend another evening watching television, him sitting behind you on the sofa while you recline partially against the sofa and his knee. You’d brought out your little bottle of jasmine-scented camellia oil and Aki took it from you without a word and directed you to sit between his legs. He’d watched you oil your scalp enough that he knew how to do it, though you had to admit that his fingers were way better than yours when it came to massaging it in.
“I never want to do this on my own again,” you told him in a voice that was slurred with relaxation. “Sorry not sorry, but I’m never letting you go.”
“Is that all it took?” he replies dryly, although by now you know when he’s amused. “I’m a cheap date who would have done it for less.”
He never stops gently moving sections of your curls aside to get to your scalp, where he points the dropper and dispenses the perfect amount of oil each time.
“And you say I’m just like a cat,” he comments when you sigh and go limp as his fingers massage your parts.
“Your hands feel good,” you reply unrepentantly, leaning forward so he can get your nape. “Haven’t you ever had someone else wash your hair? It’s almost the same thing.”
“Yeah, probably when I was a kid,” he replies. “Can’t remember if it did anything relaxing though.”
“One day you have to let me I’ll wash your hair for you.”
“Fine, if you insist.”
**
Some nights end with you two going to bed fully dressed in pajamas, too tired to do anything besides sharing a few kisses and holding hands while falling asleep. Tonight, however, isn’t one of those nights.
You’re completely naked and Aki is still dressed in sweatpants while his weight gently presses you into your futon.
“You know, the idea is a little scary but I keep wondering what this would feel like inside me,” you muse, reaching down to cup his erection through his sweatpants. He pauses to stare at you, as though considering something.
“You really want to do that with me?”
“Is it that surprising? But yes, I do. Why, do you have wings or something hidden in your back and you didn’t tell me?”
“No, no wings or anything like that,” Aki replies with a tiny smile. “Do you have a condom?”
You shake your head and watch as his face turns from mirthful to serious. Despite being half-naked, he still manages to cut an imposing figure by lecturing you. “Hey, you should still make your boyfriends use them even if you’re on the pill.”
“Oh, I’m not on the pill. And I’ve never really had a boyfriend before…”
“That’s worse. You shouldn’t let anyone take advantage of you.”
“Sorry, I’m explaining this badly. I don’t have any condoms because I’ve never needed them. I haven’t…before.”
The situation was sort of embarrassing, having to confess such a thing while having a gorgeous half-naked man kneeling between your splayed thighs. Although you reasoned there was no reason to be ashamed considering that his hands and mouth were already well acquainted with your body.
“Oh, you’ve never…”
“No. The furthest I’ve ever gone was everything I’ve done with you. Although even if I was active, I still wouldn’t be able to afford the pill. I wanted to get on it before so I didn’t die from cramps every month but it’s too expensive here. I hope that’s okay.”
“I don’t mind,” Aki replies nonchalantly as he begins kissing his way across your chest. “Let me know how much you need when you get the chance.”
“How much I need for what?”
“Your medicine.”
“Aki, you can’t pay for that every month,” you protest, and he shrugs.
“If I die, I can’t take my money with me. Might as well be of some use while I’m here.”
“You’re awful. I don’t suppose you have condoms back at your place.”
He shakes his head. “I couldn’t tell you the last time I needed any.”
“I take it it’s been a while.”
“Yeah. Though I still want to make you come.”
“As if I’d say no to that.”
“Mind if we try something different this time?”
“Nope.”
Aki kicks off his sweatpants and directs you to kneel over his face. He spends an inordinate amount of time kissing and sucking on your inner thighs, and soon you’re so worked up that you’re trying to aim your pussy at his mouth. It doesn’t help that his pretty cock is right there in your face, and you find out that it’s easy to deepthroat while in this position.
All the while, Aki is massaging and lightly smacking your ass while playing with your pussy lips, gently kneading and spreading them open to reveal your increasingly slick flesh. The air is cool against your slit and you know you’re likely in danger of wetting Aki’s face, but he doesn’t seem to give a damn. He’s content with taking his time and it feels amazing, yet at the same time you’re desperate for more. Finally you feel his fingertips caressing the outskirts of your entrance while his other hand pulls your ass further into his face, and his lips and tongue capture your clit and gently suckle. The sudden rush of pleasure makes your walls reactively squeeze shut and you moan around Aki’s cock while rocking your hips back and forth, eager for him to go faster. That finger slowly makes its way partly inside your body, lightly and teasingly rubbing your g-spot. That little massage has you bucking your hips against Aki’s face, and you’re caught off guard by an orgasm that comes out of nowhere.
Your cries are muffled by his cock yet makes you suck with more fervor, and soon Aki is straining up towards your mouth. It isn’t long before he’s moaning into your inner thigh as his cock pulsates between your saliva-slickened lips and shoots his release down your throat. He ends up begging for you to stop, claiming that he’s too sensitive. Your brain is still addled with pleasure when you fall onto your back. A quick glance at Aki shows him to have a face shiny with spit and come, just like yours.
“I need a cookie but I can’t feel my legs,” you murmur as you lay motionless with your head close to Aki’s feet.
“I’ll get it when I get your water,” he replies, sitting up and moving you to lay properly in bed.
“Two cookies please.”
Aki returns with your water and cookies as promised, neatly wrapped in paper towel. You take care to not get crumbs in the bed and then stuff the paper towel into your empty glass.
“That was good, thanks. Hey, if you aren’t busy tomorrow want to see a movie?”
“It’s a date,” Aki replies through a yawn, and you know it’s seconds before he’s going to be fast asleep.
Aki gives you money for the birth control pills as promised, yet work keeps him so busy for the next month or so that you barely see him. He still calls you, even if he can only talk for a few minutes but you’ve become spoiled by now and find it hard to sleep alone.
Your only consolation is Aki calling you later that week to tell you he should be home in another day or so. Then two days pass and you don’t see or hear from him. Then a third day. When the fourth comes and you call Aki off and on only to repeatedly get his voicemail, a block of ice forms in your stomach. You don’t get the idea that he got cold feet about you two; Aki was nothing if not honest, and knew he would have said something even if it risked hurting your feelings.
It’s hard to eat, sleep, or merely focus on anything. By the end of the week, you’re going stir-crazy from being in the dark and in need of a distraction. You finish work early and head out to go shopping for groceries. Nothing is out the ordinary when you go outside, and you’re moving on autopilot the entire time. When you’re on the way back home, you pass a few police officers who are clearly talking about some incident, but the words ‘fatalities’ and ‘Devil Hunters’ cause you to nearly drop your bags.
Everything is hastily dumped atop your counter when you make it inside, and you immediately rush to turn on the news. Just as you expect, there was an incident in the middle of the city where multiple citizens as well as Devil Hunters were injured, and a few were reported to be dead.
You knew this was a risk of being with someone in this profession. How many times did Aki point out that he might not make it back home? That was the reality and while you accepted it, it didn’t mean that it didn’t hurt any less.
You feel numb, at the same time you want to scream at the top of your lungs. The only thing you’re able to do is sit dazedly on your sofa and watch the news, wondering if you were going to get a glimpse of black hair in a topknot. You were so distraught that you hadn’t noticed the knocking on your door for the last few minutes.
“Sorry I didn’t call. We were literally trapped for the last few days and one of those fuckers ate my phone.”
“You asshole! Get in here,” you all but cry, snatching Aki past your doorway and throwing your arms around him. He winces yet tries to hide it and you loosen your grip.
His jacket is gone and there’s a purple stain covering the front of his shirt that smells so awful you don’t dare ask what it is. Beneath it all you get a whiff Aki’s sweat, mint gum and cigarettes, a scent you hadn’t realized you missed.
“Should you be a hospital right now?” you ask, wondering if he’s hurt beyond a host of bruises that are hidden beneath his suit.
“I’ve already been checked out,” Aki replies. “I’m just a little banged up but there’s no serious damage.
“You need a bath,” you tell him, angrily wiping away tears once you finally release him from your clutches.
“Sorry. I would have showered before leaving work but I just wanted to get out of there.”
He bends to remove his shoes until you fuss at him to stand still, and stoop down to untie his laces. His trainers are filthy yet you shove them into your shoe cubby in your genkan anyway. Aki then allows you to lead him through your apartment and in the direction of the bathroom.
“Where’s your jacket?” you ask as you stand in front of Aki in the sink room and unbutton his shirt.
“Half-digested and likely disposed of by the cleanup crew by now.”
“Fucking hell. Okay, I need to fill the tub. Think you can get off your pants?”
“Yeah, I can manage.”
It takes you less than a minute to rush to the kitchen where you press the buttons on the little panel above your sink that controls the bath. Aki is completely nude when you return, and his dirty clothes are in a neat heap at his feet. His chest and torso are littered in bruises as you suspected, and white bandages are covering his wrists and forearms.
“I can help you shower,” you tell him, peering at the bandages. “I’m guessing you shouldn’t get those wet.”
“I’ll manage,” he replies, though his blue eyes widen when he sees the apoplectic look on your face.
“So you can get an infection?” you snap, stepping out of your own clothes and pointing to the shower room. “Get your ass in there.”
“Yes ma’am.”
Aki is surprisingly agreeable as you carefully yet thoroughly soap and rinse his body. Now that you’re both in the light and close up to his naked skin, it’s easier to see all the old and new scars mapping his pale flesh and upset is an understatement as to how you feel. Yet you don’t want to put the burden on Aki and force him to give emotional labor when he’s already had yet another hellish ordeal, so you guide him to sit on the shower stool and stand behind him.
“Close your eyes,” you instruct, placing a hand beneath his chin and tilting his head back. You keep a hand against his forehead while wetting his hair, despite Aki telling you that he doesn’t care if his eyes get wet.
“Who’s doing the shampooing here, you or me?”
“You are.”
“Exactly.”
The first dollop of shampoo you use on Aki’s hair is just enough to loosen the dirt and muck, but the second forms a fluffy lather that you take time to massage throughout. You use the pads of your fingers to massage his scalp, slowly dragging them and making little circles at his nape and temples.
“Fuck, that feels amazing,” he practically moans, letting his head fall against your belly.
“See what happens when you listen? I can do this to your back too, just so you know.”
Once you’re done, Aki gets in the bath while you toss his clothes in the wash. After changing into an old tee and sweatpants that he’d left at your place and eating dinner, Aki is sitting on the floor between your knees while you brush his hair. His head keeps bobbing forward despite him telling you that he isn’t tired.
“It’s okay if you go to sleep,” you insist. “It’s obvious you need the rest.”
“But it’s still early.”
“So? Aki, close your damn eyes. By the way, I hope you don’t mind but I want to braid your hair.”
“Go for it,” he mumbles, leaning forward when you begin using a comb to give him a middle part.
You gently guide his head against your knee so you can begin French braiding the right side, and you’ve barely started when you hear a light snore. He’s dead weight against your knee by the time you tilt his head to the other side, and you let him sleep for a bit.
“Aki? C’mon, your neck is gonna hurt if you stay like that.”
Aki stumbles to his feet and allows you to lead him to your bedroom, and he keeps an arm around your waist when you both lay down. You can tell that he’s fighting to stay awake again, so you began toying with the loose hair at his nape that’s come undone from the braids. When your nails lightly scratch his scalp, Aki melts into you and his breathing is deep and steady after a minute.
It feels as though a heavy weight has been lifted from your chest ever since he knocked on your door. He’s alive and safe and in your bed, smelling of your soap, shampoo and toothpaste, and yet a nagging feeling at the back of your mind reminds you that his safety is a fleeting notion. Aki’s life is on the line every time he fights devils, and you don’t want to think about the possibility that each time you see him might be the last. You wish he’d quit that damn job or at least find something that doesn’t involve using his life as currency, but you tell yourself that you have no right to ask such things.
Knowing that still doesn’t stop you from worrying, and it makes you hold onto him all night.
“You can come to my place Friday night for dinner if you aren’t busy,” Aki tells you the next morning over breakfast. He’d been given the week off to rest and recuperate, and you had to force him to stay in bed while you cooked. You relent only when he’s adamant about not drinking his coffee or smoking in your bed, and you hand him a mug along with a lighter and the fresh blue pack of Wild Raven cigarettes you’d bought for him while running errands earlier that week. “Power and Denji are going to be away for the weekend for some video game thing.”
“Oh good. I’ve been curious about your place.”
“I promise you, there’s nothing remotely interesting there not counting my two feral roommates.”
“Still, I’d like to see where you rest your hat. Or katana, rather.”
**
Aki’s place looks very similar to yours, although you think he might keep house better than you. The kitchen is tidy with jars arranged by size on the counter, and a glance at the fridge shows a shopping list as well as what look like multiple reminders to Denji and Power. All his belongings are neatly tucked away, and you wonder if you’ll see hospital corners on his bed when you go into his room.
“So what do you think now that you’ve seen it?” Aki asks.
“It’s very you,” you reply with a grin. “I think it’s tidier than my place.”
“I’m sure yours is. You don’t have two brats raising hell at any given moment. Do you want a drink? Tea? Beer?”
“Tea please.”
You’re waiting at the chabudai when something fluffy brushes against your arm, and you look down to see an adorable white cat.
“Oh wow! You have a cat? She’s so cute!”
“I don’t have shit,” Aki says in a faux aggravated tone. “That’s Meowy, Power’s furball.”
“Hello, Meowy. Nice to meet you.”
The cat mrrows at you before butting their head against your hand, and you assume she wants to be petted. Your assumptions are right, because Meowy immediately closes her eyes and leans into your hand when you begin stroking her head. When she’s had enough she trots over to Aki and winds herself around his ankles while purring loudly.
“Power’s furball, huh?” you laugh, watching as Aki frowns down at the persistent feline.
“I take it that means you want dinner too,” he says as though he’s talking to a person. In the end he takes out a can and empties it into a dish, stooping to stroke Meowy’s head a bit as she eats.
“That cat has you wrapped around her little paw.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Sure you don’t, Mr. Hayakawa. Unrelated question, but did you get the condoms?”
“Yes.”
“Okay…”
“You seem a little on edge.”
“Probably because I keep thinking about what we’re going to do.”
“I wasn’t planning on jumping on you the moment you got here, you know. I did make us dinner and figured we’d relax for a while. Besides, we don’t have to if you aren’t ready.”
Aki tugs you closer as he speaks and you bury your head against his chest. He smooths a hand over your hair and when you look up at him, he kisses your forehead.
“Whatever you want to do or not do is fine with me. We can watch a movie after dinner or listen to music or just go to sleep.”
His fingers are at the back of your neck, toying with the short curls there and he knows it’s your weakness. It’s enough to soothe your jittery nerves and you’re so relaxed that you go limp against his chest.
“Or I could do this all night,” he suggests and you can hear the mirth in his tone. “But at least let me feed you first.”
“You don’t have to tell me twice.”
Dinner is amazing and you have to threaten Aki with a fight when he tries to block you from washing the dishes. After that he goes onto the balcony to smoke, and you go out with him just to get some fresh air.
“That was the most peaceful dinner I’ve had here in a long time,” he muses while blowing out a plume of smoke that casts a grey shadow against the navy-blue evening sky.
“Are they really that bad?”
Aki draws hard on his cigarette while staring you in the eye. “You don’t know the half of it. Denji is a hormonal teenager who just has tits on his mind, and Power is the equivalent of a five-year-old who lives on a diet of sweets. Eh, they’ve gotten better though but still.”
“They definitely sound lively.”
“That’s an understatement. They made me take them to a hobby shop so they could buy a game. We weren’t home for more than an hour before the board was ripped in half and those damn little pieces scattered across the floor.”
“Is that what that little blue thing was I found under your table? I put it by the tv so Meowy wouldn’t eat it, though I’m not sure if cats eat weird shit the way dogs do.”
“Well she is Power’s cat, so anything is possible.”
Now you’re on the sofa, tucked into Aki with your back to his chest. The television is playing in the background but you’re too focused on the sensation of Aki’s fingers toying with your hair to pay attention. At some point you tilt your head to the side to make him touch your nape again, only this time you feel a warm gust of air brush against your skin and it immediately sends shivers down your spine.
“What’s the matter?” Aki asks when he feels you tremble against him.
“The back of my neck is sensitive too,” you tell him, trying to control your slightly hastened breathing. “I knew the sides were but not the back.”
“Yeah? Let me check.”
Aki neatly gathers your hair in a gentle fist and eases your head forward, and you feel another warm gust only now it feels more deliberate.
“I can smell your cigarette,” you gasp out, back arched and fingers gripping Aki’s thighs from the burst of pleasure.
“Sorry about that. Want me to brush my teeth?”
“Nah, I don’t mind it on you; it’s kind of sexy.”
Aki hums and blows again, and it makes you fight back a moan. You want to press yourself against him while also pulling away, but he tightens an arm around your waist to keep you close. When his tongue darts out to brush against the bit of skin beneath your nape, Aki’s name falls from your lips.
The movie is now forgotten by both of you. Somehow you find yourself on the floor, head cushioned by a zabuton and body weighed down by Aki’s aligned with yours. Your arousal is swiftly climbing and you grab at Aki’s lower back, pawing at his shirt to move it out the way so you can feel his warm skin. He’s all muscle and scars and heat and you eagerly clutch at him, wanting to feel everything.
“Aki, where are the condoms?” you pause to ask between kisses, and he answers with his lips pressed beneath your jaw.
“We’re not doing this out here but they’re in my room, to answer your question.”
“Well I was going to suggest a change of surface anyway; my butt is starting to fall asleep.”
You and Aki waste no time in going to his room, falling to his bed and resuming your make out session. His lips never stray below the neck but you’re dying for him to go lower. He keeps you pressed against him and soon you’re begging him to touch you.
“Can I take off your shr—“ he begins to ask, stopping himself as he watches you sit up, tug your shirt over your head and then hastily go for your bra. You’re in such a hurry that you forget about the tricky clasps on the back of your bra, and Aki puts his arms around you and easily unfastens the thing. “I keep telling you there’s no rush. We have all night.”
You watch him drop your bra atop your shirt beside the bed, and then comply when he nudges you to lie down. The only source of light in the room is a dimly lit floor lamp, and you can see just enough of Aki’s face as he lays alongside you.
“I know you’re nervous and that’s one reason why we can take our time,” he tells you while smoothing his fingers along the tops of your breasts. The sensation is more soothing than enticing, and you easily melt beneath his touch.
“Aren’t you nervous?” you eventually ask, leaning your head closer to Aki’s.
“Yeah, sort of,” he replies hesitantly. “This probably sounds bad but I’ve never really done anything that wasn’t, well, casual. Or rushed, for that matter. Then I met you and for the first time I don’t want to rush; I want to take my time.”
“What about the casual thing?”
“I think we can both agree that this is anything but casual. For starters, I’ve never had a woman in this bed or in this apartment.”
“We have that in common.”
“You’ve never had another woman in your bed or home?”
“You know what I mean, jackass.”
“Yeah, I get you,” he murmurs through a chuckle, still idly tracing his fingertips across your skin.
Aki threads his fingers through yours while leaning down to kiss you again. This time you wrap your legs around him and he ends up with a handful of your thick, denim-covered.
“Aki, take off my pants,” you murmur pleadingly, annoyed by the layers of fabric between you two. “My panties too,” you add when he leaves them in place.
Aki has you stripped naked in seconds and wastes no time dipping his hand between your legs.
“I still can’t believe you get this wet just from us kissing,” he murmurs, peering down to look at the slippery fluid that clings to his fingers in clear strings.
You’re embarrassingly drenched and the sound of Aki sliding his fingertip through it all is audible. Then he slips in a single digit, dragging it along your tender walls and making you cry out. Aki chances a second one and slides them all the way to the third knuckle, but it feels like you’re being pinched and this time you flinch while reaching down to grab his wrist.
“Aki, wait—"
“Hurts?”
“Yeah, could you…” you trail off, tugging his wrist until his fingertips are just beyond your entrance.
Two fingers are still a bit much for you to handle, but when Aki’s thumb finds your clit as he massages your insides, you quickly forget about the discomfort. His mouth is on your tits, teasing your nipples into two stiff points with his tongue in between sucking on your collarbone. All the combined stimulation has you writing and it isn’t long before you’re shrilly moaning while coming apart around Aki’s fingers.
He has to use a tiny bit of force to pull out his fingers, and you’re mortified when you hear the sucking noise. You almost forgot that Aki was still dressed until he stood up from the bed and slipped his shirt over his head. His sweatpants and boxer briefs were next and he rejoined you on the bed. You watched as he withdrew a small box from one of the drawers beneath the shelf to your left. It was obvious what the box contained and that was enough to make you nervous all over again. The sight of his thick cock bobbing in front of him, nearly resting atop your mound was enough to leave you equal parts aroused and anxious. You did your best to control your breathing while listening to the quiet rustle of cardboard followed by the tearing of a wrapper. By the time there was the sound of latex being rolled on, your hands were shaking and you had to grab the sheets to still them.
“Are you cold?” you hear Aki ask, and feel his hand resting atop your knee.
“No,” you tell him, shaking your head. “Why do you ask?”
“Because I can feel you trembling.”
“I think I’m just nervous again.”
You hear Aki set the box atop the shelf and then his body is aligned with yours. His skin feels hot against yours and you realize it helps quell some of your fears.
“It’s okay if you want to stop.”
“No thank you,” you reply immediately, slipping your hands around Aki’s back.
“So damn stubborn,” he murmurs though his voice is absent of ire. Aki strokes your temple with his thumb while softly pressing his lips to yours and it helps even more. Soon you take the initiative to reach down between you two and angle the tip of his cock at your slick entrance, and you force yourself to keep breathing while waiting for him to move.
That first push forward is gentle enough but the stretch hurts too much, a lot more than you anticipated and it makes you suck in air while throwing your head back and scrambling to grab onto the sheets.
“Sorry,” Aki murmurs, pulling out of you and dropping a soft kiss to your throat. “Do you want to stop?”
You definitely don’t want to stop. Yes, the barest pressure had you shrinking back in pain but at the same time, you’re so aroused that it’s also painful. There’s a nagging sensation of needing to be filled and that need takes precedence over your brain and good sense.
“No,” you murmur in an unsteady voice while trying to ignore the way your mouth is dry with fear. “But can you—I mean, what if you just went fast to get it over with?”
“Won’t that hurt you more instead?”
“I don’t know. I’ve never done this before, remember?”
“Right, dumb question.”
“I just figure it’s like pulling off a plaster; the quicker, the better.”
The false bravado tactics gets you nowhere, because you can tell that Aki remains unconvinced. But he kisses you anyway and begins slightly grinding against you, causing his latex-encased shaft to slide against your slippery cleft. The tip nudges the underside of your clit and feels so good that you relax momentarily, but you flinch when you feel Aki reach down again to align himself with your entrance.
“Easy, pretty girl,” he says, going completely still. “I meant it when I said we could stop.”
“No!” you protest again, throwing your arms around his neck in an effort to quell your shaking hands. “Fuck, I’m scared but that’s why I said to do it fast.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes!”
You’re trying to focus on anything else to distract you; Aki’s soft hair brushing against your cheek, his heart that feels as though it’s beating as fast as yours, his slim yet muscular body pressed against yours. His kiss breaks that focus but then you’re acutely aware of Aki hooking his forearm beneath your knee and guiding it high around his waist.
“Take a deep breath,” he tells you, and you do but you also go rigid without realizing it. “I’m not going to do anything just yet. You were holding your breath and I didn’t want you to pass out.”
“Shit, I didn’t realize.”
“If it’s that awful and you hate it, we’ll stop. Okay?”
“Yeah, okay.”
One minute you feel Aki tilting your hips up against his and bracing himself before surging forward, and the next you experience a fiery, stabbing pain that cuts so deeply you’re unable to breathe for several seconds. You’ve literally ensnared Aki with both arms and legs and don’t realize that you’re sobbing until he’s apologizing while easing his weight to one elbow to wipe away your tears. It takes some time for your eyes to stop watering because the sensation alone of being deeply penetrated is enough to leave you overwhelmed, and the lingering burn has your trembling body wrought with tension.
At the back of your mind you tell yourself that you’re sure you love this man, because he’s repeatedly telling you sorry while calmly guiding you to take deep breaths. He’s started moving again and you can tell he’s taking extra care to move slowly. And while his words don’t have the ability to take away the pinched sensation that lingers whenever he pulls back, they do help you to relax.
“How is it now?” Aki asks when your forearms are no longer threatening to rip off skin from the back of his neck.
“It still hurts a little but it’s also starting to feel good if that makes sense? Though it stings when you pull all the way out.”
“Shit. I’ll be careful.”
Aki is trembling from the effort of keeping his motion in check, and you’re trying to focus on breathing steadily as well as not clenching unnecessarily because it hurts more when you do so. But soon your breathing grows slower and deeper, and your body is becoming tense for new reasons. You cling to his back with unsteady hands, partly because you want him to keep the same pace while at the same time wondering what it would feel like if he were to speed up.
“Can I go faster?” Aki asks, as though he’d heard your thoughts. You tell him yes and he begins thrusting into you at a speed that leaves the tip of his cock nudging perfectly beneath your cervix and causing your thighs to shake. Any lingering pain quickly bleeds into pleasure and it’s almost too much to handle. Moaning while in the throes of climax was one thing, but every glide of Aki’s hips has you crying out uncontrollably to the point where you try to smother the sounds against his chest. That works for a short time, because pleasure takes an unexpected sharp turn and your head tilts back as your body reactively grows tense. You’re squeezing down on his pistoning cock without even trying, and the sensations from the friction is amazing.
However, it’s still not enough.
It feels like you’re on the precipice of something but you’re still learning your body as much as Aki is as well. You know you need more of something, only putting a name to said thing is difficult.
Aki stops moving briefly and you want to whine at the loss, but he remains kneeling upright between your legs. He hooks one forearm beneath a thigh and pushes the other towards your chest. This position is a little too revealing and you want to protest only Aki is reaching down between your legs and stroking your sensitive clit with his thumb. That coupled with the view of his chiseled torso is enough to make you squeeze around him again, and that time it’s enough to send you flying over the edge. This orgasm is deeper and more intense than anything you’ve ever experienced, and you feel it all over your body. You’re coming and crying and Aki keeps fucking and rubbing you throughout that climax.
Everything feels extra sensitive after that, and it’s easier to come again and again. You’re still trying to catch your breath when Aki fluidly rolls onto his back while keeping you against him. You want to protest and point out that you don’t know what the hell to do on top, but he’s inside you again before you get a chance. Despite the change in position he’s still doing all the work, and all you’re able to do is hold on and try to not burst Aki’s eardrums with your screams.
If you come again it just might be the death of you, and that theory is tested when Aki grips your ass and begins plunging into you harder and faster than you can handle. It triggers an orgasm almost immediately only your voice is too worn out, and your mouth is open as if to scream but there’s no sound. Your hands are above your head, threatening to tear Aki’s pillow into shreds as your clenched walls pulsate around him, and he fucks you through it all until he can no longer take it. His hands are threatening to leave bruises on your butt and his too hard, too deep thrusts are making your insides cramp, but it’s worth it when you hear him groaning and cursing into the side of your neck while his cock throbs and empties into you.
You lay panting and clinging to another for a long time, waiting for the after effects of the rushing endorphins to fade from your sweat-covered bodies.
“You okay?” you hear Aki ask as he rests a hand on the back of your head.
Your mouth is dry and you’re exhausted, and all you can do is nod. The sound of Aki’s heart is thumping away beneath your ear and it’s comforting.
“Hey, are you falling asleep?” he asks.
“Yes, and it’s your fault.”
Aki chuckles and runs his hand across your upper back. “You can’t be comfortable like that.”
You are comfortable and emphasis it by burrowing further into him. He realizes it’s pointless to try and get you to move, but reminds you that he’s still wearing the condom. You move long enough for him to take it off and dispose it.
“Damn, we did a number on this bed,” Aki comments, bending down to straighten the sheets that had become twisted and kicked down into the foot of the bed. You take your place back upon his chest when he’s done, and then realize you don’t have on a scarf when Aki begins smoothing a few curls away from your damp forehead. You know you’re going to wake up with a head full of frizz but you’re so relaxed that it’s worth it.
**
The surface your cheek is pressed against is hot and you sit up and cringe when you realize how hot and sticky you feel. Then you notice it—an ache between your thighs and a sensation in your complete lower half that feels as though you’ve run a marathon.
“Sore, so damn sore,” you groan, wincing at the pull in your muscles.
“What’s the matter?” Aki asks around a yawn, having woken up upon you moving off him.
“Nothing, I’m just a little achy,” you tell him.
“Sorry about that.”
“Not as sorry as I am,” you murmur, now looking down at the bed. “I got blood all over your sheets. I’ll wash them with mine today.”
“Do I look bothered over some damn sheets? Besides, I’ve already bled on them more times than I can count. I have experience getting blood out of almost anything.”
“That doesn’t sound good, Aki,” you tell him with a frown.
“I’m used to it,” he replies dismissively. “Want a bath?”
You’re still sleepy but at the same time you’re in desperate need of a shower.
Aki’s hands are gentle as he gathers your tight curls into a bun atop your head in his shower room. His palms might be rough but they still delicately move over your body with a soapy sponge, cleansing you of sweat and blood. Then he directs you to sit on the shower stool and nudges your sore thighs apart.
“Is that too hot?” he asks, stooping in front of you to hold the shower sprayer over your vulva.
“No, it feels good actually,” you murmur when the warm water soothes some of the ache.
Once he’s done you get in the tub and watch as Aki washes himself. When he’s finally settled behind you in the bath with his arms around you, you sink back into his chest and rest your head on his shoulder.
“I’ve never taken a bath with anyone before,” Aki says, apropos of nothing.
“Me neither,” you reply, nudging his feet with yours beneath the hot water. “Seems like I’m sharing a lot of firsts with you.”
Aki remains quiet as you reach for his hand and begin toying with his fingers.
“You’re remarkably soft for someone leading such a hard life,” you tell him, tracing your fingertips over his calluses.
“My fingers are rough as hell,” he comments, resting his chin in the dip of your shoulder. “I tried to get them softer so I wouldn’t scratch you.”
“I didn’t mean physically, but thank you. And you’ve never hurt me,” you tell him, kissing his wet fingertips. “But I was talking about you in general. You’re prickly but at the same time, you’re…gentle.”
“I’m not.”
“You are. It’s a good thing, Aki. Never let anyone exploit that.”
“I’m the elder one; aren’t I supposed to be giving the sage advice?”
“You still can if you like,” you laugh.
“It’s funny that you mention not to let anyone use me; it’s as though you’ve known me for a long time.”
“Why, did you have a bad experience with someone? An old girlfriend?”
“Yeah but she wasn’t a girlfriend—she was my boss. I thought she was kind but turns out she was just the opposite, not to mention using everyone as her little pawns in a fucked-up game of chess.”
You vaguely remember the news a while back mentioning some scandal with the Devil Hunters and a higher up who turned out to be an enemy and wonder if that’s who Aki is talking about.
“is she out of the picture now?”
“For the most part, yes.”
Aki falls silent and leans back in the tub, bringing you with him. There’s more you want to ask but the moment is so peaceful that you refuse to spoil it. Between the heat of the bath and the coziness of laying against Aki, you began dozing off.
“Damn it, I don’t feel like moving but I need to get out and make the bed,” Aki gripes, exhaling hard as he sits up in the water. “Okay, I’m going. You can take your time.”
“I hate to see you go, but I love to watch you walk away,” you tell him with a leering grin as he shakes his head while crossing to the other side of the room to get a towel.
When you get out the bath, he’s loading the washing machine with the old sheets. You catch a glimpse of red and feel bad all over again when you see there’s more blood than you realized initially.
“What a massacre. Definitely explains why it hurt like fuck at first.”
“Sorry. I still feel bad about that,” Aki replies. “As for the blood, I told you this is light stuff. By the way, there’s a bottle of water for you on my dresser and I left you a shirt and a pair of boxers on the bed.”
“Thanks. Do you mind if I just use the shirt for now? I think I’m too sore for underwear right now.”
“Are you seriously asking me if I mind the sight of your naked butt in my bed all night? Because you know I don’t.”
“Hayakawa Aki, is that your dirty talk?”
“Maybe. Don’t tell anyone.”
“Oh don’t worry, that part of you is just for me. Who would have though beneath that stoic exterior lies a dirty man with a sense of humor.”
“Who was it that had their eyes glued to my ass when I got out the bath?”
“And your point is? You have a nice ass, and I have no regrets.”
You’re still cackling at the exasperated look on Aki’s face as you walk to his room.
At the back of your mind part of you always considered that things would change between you and Aki if and when you were to go all the way. But now as you lay in his arms in the quiet dark of his room—on fresh navy-blue sheets that smelled faintly of detergent—you realized that yes, things had changed but you were okay with that. If anything, you felt closer to him and hoped he felt the same.
“Did you have plans in the morning?” he asks.
“I didn’t. Why, preemptively kicking me out already?”
“Hah, funny. Normally I set my alarm but I don’t give a shit about waking up early right now.”
“I’m so tired that I probably couldn’t wake up early even if I wanted to.”
“It’s fine. I’ll make you breakfast whenever you do wake up.”
His fingers are tracing along the curve of your cheek in between tugging on your earlobe as he talks, and the sensation is leaving you pleasantly drowsy.
“Do you really have no regrets?” Aki then asks in an oddly quiet tone, and it leaves you confused.
“What is there to regret?”
“Me. Us, this. Not just choosing someone so fucked up to be your first, but dealing with me and all my baggage.”
“I accepted all of you when we first started this,” you murmur sleepily. “Besides, who isn’t a little fucked up in this world? But as it goes, you’re not as fucked up as you believe.”
“I’m not?”
“Not at all. Now stop overthinking everything and go to sleep so you can make me pancakes tomorrow.”
“Pancakes? You’re easy to please,” Aki chuckles, kissing your forehead as you drift off to sleep.
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