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for the nsfw prompt , no1 with aki hayakawa 👀

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first time writing aki, kinda nervous lmfaooasofafasofasofjasjfkasfaosfoskoaskfoa anyways.

PROMPT: “Do I look like I’m messing around? Do I look like I won’t punish you?”

length: 2.1k words

content: possessive!aki, name calling (slut), unprotected sex, unfinished orgasm, reader gets punished for misbehaving

“What are you wearing?” Aki looks at you from the far end of the hallway, head tilted in confusion, eyes slightly narrowed as he soaked in your outfit. It wasn’t that you looked horrible—no, it was the complete opposite. 

You looked fucking amazing. Too amazing in fact. You were only going to a friend’s house; that was what you told him. So what business did you have wearing that outside. 

“I’m wearing an outfit?” You look at him as if the answer wasn’t obvious. You soak in his obvious annoyance, amused by the way his lips press together into a thin line, how his eyes narrow even further, clearly not enjoying your answer. 

“Don’t fucking joke around with me, (y/n).” 

You roll your eyes, slapping a palm to your forehead, fed up. “Aki, you always do this—”

“Do what?” Now it’s his turn to sneer at you, answer your questions with the most stupidly sarcastic answers. By the way your lip curls up he can tell you’re getting agitated. Good. “Let you dress outside looking like that?”

You walk into the living room, ignoring him and choose to look at yourself in the mirror. “I look fucking amazing, what’s the issue.”

“No, you look like a slut.” 

Your breath stutters, shutting your eyes closed and counting to three in your head before you do something you’ll regret later. “Actually, I don’t think I look slutty enough. Is it the skirt? Should I cut it shorter? Or should I wear my black heels upstairs? You know, the ones you said make my legs stand out? Or should I put red lipstick on instead of my—”

Aki stands up from the couch so abruptly it catches you offguard, heart thumping three times as hard as he approaches you with a look on your face that should intimidate you, but instead finds yourself pressing your thighs together. “Do I look like I’m messing around?” He starts, voice flat and low. When he’s met with silence, his hand darts out to your wrist to tug you closer to him. “That wasn’t rhetorical. Answer me.”

You could continue acting like a brat, could walk out that door right now but you don’t want to deal with Aki when he’s annoyed. Though, the dicking would be worth it, it’s not worth the argument. “...no.”

“Do I look like I won’t punish you?”

“...no.”

“Then go change.” He lets go of your wrist and you glare at him as he turns around to head back to the couch. You storm up the stairs, taking off the skirt you decided to wear tonight, frowning as you place it in your drawer. 

“You’re dressed like a slut.” You mock his voice as you change into a pair of shorts. “Does it look like I’m messing around? Go fuck yourself, peice of shit.” You put a new t-shirt, one that’s less revealing and change shoes before heading back downstairs. “You happy now?”

Aki gives you a side-eye, not wanting to give you the attention you clearly want so badly. “Yeah.” 

“You know—” You start as you walk into the living room, stopping until you’re standing right in front of him, “I only changed because I wanted to. Not because you told me.”

He looks up at you like he doesn’t believe a word you’re saying, and quite frankly you don’t blame him, because you also didn’t believe a word you were saying. “I can dress however I want.”

“Then go outside dressed like that and see what happens.”

“...”

“Well?” He quirks a brow at you and you purse your lips into a frown, unsure whether or not to take the bait. 

“Fine. I will.”

He chuckles, not saying anymore before leaning back into the couch, flicking through the different channels. 

You wait for any sort of reaction…but you’re met with nothing. So you head back upstairs to change into that same outfit you had before and walk down the stairs with a newfound smile on your face. “I’m leaving now!”

You close your eyes, initially waiting for his outburst, hoping he gets angry enough to choke you the way that you like. The sex is always better when he’s angry.

 “Okay, bye have fun.”

What? He isn’t even looking at you. He’s not even paying you attention, not even bothered by the fact you’re about to head out dressed like this— 

“Aki? Did you hear me? I said I’m going.”

“I know. Have fun.” 

Oh fuck, he’s mad at you. This didn’t feel as good as you thought it would. He won’t even look at you. “Aki?” You stumble into the living room, flopping down next to him on the couch. You trail your index and middle fingers walking up the length of his arm and rest your head on his shoulder to grab his attention. “...Aki?”

Two fingers hook under his chin, pulling his face towards you. For the first time in what feels like forever (it’s been about two minutes), he finally looks at you. “Aki.” You repeat his name for the third time and he raises his eyebrows at you with a soft nod, basically asking what you want.

“Are you mad at me?”

“No.”

“You mean that?” You lift his hand, placing it on your thigh. You expect him to caress you like he usually does, but he keeps it there, almost still like a mannequin. “Babe?” You test out the waters, pressing your lips to his quickly to see if he would deepen it, but it was as if you were kissing a doll. 

He didn’t even reciprocate. 

You slide your purse off your shoulders, kicking off your heels, not caring about where they land in the room before you’re lifting a leg up to straddle him.

He moves his head away from your body, as if you were merely a distraction and tries to look at the TV instead. You didn’t like that. Not one bit. Grabbing onto his chin, you lift his gaze up to your face. “Kiss me.”

You smile when you see him finally cave, sliding his hands up your waist, resting them on the flat of your back before moving them down to your ass. You lean down, cupping the sides of his face, pulling him as close to your body as possible.

His tongue pressed between your parted lips, giving you ticklish kitten licks before you wrap your lips around the muscle. The taste of mint from the gum he’d been chewing earlier lingers on your tongue the longer he kisses you.

“I’m sorry.” You mutter against his lips, pressing your forehead against his own. Your hands slide down from his face, tracing a path down his chest, lingering on his stomach a little bit before grabbing onto his hands. “I didn’t mean to make you mad.”

He looks down at where your hands are connected before trailing his gaze back up your body. You look so good tonight; he’s just itching to touch you, mark you, fuck you. 

The thoughts of everything he wants to do to you invade his mind, filthy thoughts going straight to his dick and you feel it harden underneath you. “Someone’s excited.” You smirk and roll your hips down and biting your lip at the friction.

“Shut up.” He smiles, leaning back against the couch and pulling you forward. The action happens so fast, you barely have time to brace your arms on the backrest of the couch by his head.  You giggle when you feel his lips on your neck, gently kissing your skin and sucking hard enough to feel the blood rushing to the surface. 

“You look good tonight.” His voice is muffled inside your neck but you heard it. 

“Even though I look like a slut?”

He presses one last kiss to your neck before he’s pulling away to look you in the eyes. “Yeah, but you’re my slut.”

You hide your face in his neck and groan with a strained laugh. “Don’t say things like that…”

“What’s the matter?” He rubs a soothing hand along the spine of your back, enjoying the feeling of your nose breathing out air against his neck. It’s ticklish. “You know you’re mine, right?”

“Yeah.” He runs his hands down past your skirt, lifting the fabric up and over your ass, grabbing it with his big hands. You let out a shaky groan against his neck as one of his fingers run past the line of your panties, barely crossing the space between your folds and the fabric.

His touch sends shivers down your spine, a shudder escaping you when he finally pushes your panties aside to feel how wet you are. 

“Does dressing like a slut turn you on this much?” He says in reference to your slick on his fingers. You’re almost embarrassed with how wet you are, the moist noise coming from between your legs the longer he traces your folds with his middle finger. “Wanted people to stare at you, didn’t you? Hm?”

“No…”

“Yeah you did.” He places a hand at the back of your head, holding you in place to avoid your squirming around  as he pushes a finger inside. You gasp out against his neck, lip quivering as he stretches your walls out, pushing his finger into the hilt.  “Want people to daydream about what they can’t have, hm?”

“...”

“Say something.”

You curl your hands into fists as you gasp out, “Want you inside me…please.” 

You almost regret your words because he’s pulling his finger out almost immediately. Your pussy clenches around nothing, the stiff coldness in the living room fans against you. “Hurry, please.”

“Yeah, hold on.” Aki lifts you up and off his lap, wiping his finger across his jeans before he’s pulling them down enough to pull out his cock. “Alright, come here.” He’s urging you forward with a hand on your back and you’re eagerly bracing your hands on either side of his shoulders, lifting your hips high enough for him to align his cock.

You lean down to kiss him, sliding your tongue against his bottom lip as you start to sink down on it, relishing in the feeling of his strong hands slowly pushing you down to the hilt. You tilt your face the opposite angle as your hips press against his own, moaning into his mouth at the sensation of his cock filling you, how deep he is right now, the small twitches his cock gives as it’s nestled perfectly between your walls.

“Move.” He mutters, sitting back to watch you ride him like his slut. Biting your lip hard you almost draw blood as you lift yourself up and off, slowly…

You throw your head back, shaky hands finding refuge on his knees behind you and start rolling your hips in a way that has his cock stimulated from every possible angle. 

“So good for me.” He digs his neat manicured nails into the plush of your hips, pressing a wet kiss to your neck, licking up the line of your throat before spanking you, groaning deep and low when you clench around him. “Work for it,” he pants against your skin, tongue sliding out to lick your jawline.

A single hand flys to his hair, keeping him pressed as close to you as possible while you balance yourself with your other hand on his knee. His soft lips nipping at the skin just underneath your jaw has you spirialing, heat bubbling inside your stomach the longer you sit on his cock.

It’s not enough though. There’s a spot inside you, itching to be touched, but you can’t reach it from this angle. “Aki—help please.” 

He breaks away from your neck to look at your desperate face. Your lips are parted, breathy pants escaping out of it, your eyes are unfocused and he’s sure you can see two of him right now. “Help with what?”

“Can’t reach—nn—spot, please.” You know you sound ridiculous, unable to form the most basic of sentences right now but you don’t care; maybe you can feel embarrassed about it later, but right now? You need him to reach that spot.

Aki smirks, pressing a kiss to your lips before he’s pulling you up and off his lap. You frown, unhappy at the now emptiness inside you but realise he’s probably just switching positions.

It’s a shock to you when you see him lay you down on the couch and stand up, tucking his still hard cock back into his pants. “Aki—?”

He leans in, arms caging you inbetween him and the couch. A sneaky smirk crawling onto his face as he mutters, “I told you I’d punish you didn’t I?”

Unbelievable. “But I was so—”

“You can finish yourself off.”