#I’m projecting bc I’m low-key so socially drained and overwhelmed ahh

[mrsackermannx]

tw: sensory overload, neurodivergent coded reader.

thinking about coming home to your apartment with aki overstimulated and a little irritable to have him work it all away in seconds? the sound of his breathing is the only sound that doesn’t make you want to break out of your skin, he pulls you close, and wordless at the doorway, peeling away your coat. peeling away the outside world. he doesn’t say anything, not yet. instead he waits until you’re out of your coat and shoes, and he pulls you toward the bathroom. tea lights dotted all over, rose petals leading a trail to the door, chocolate covered fruit on a tray beside the tub.

your brows knit, and you rejoice in the sensation. they’re no longer furrowed, not when you’re looking at him. you pull on his tie, grinning at him, “hello,” you whisper, shifting the hair from his eyes. “how rude of me not to have said hello to you yet…” he smirks, shaking his head he tilts your chin and presses his mouth on yours. “not at all,” he tells you, voice soft, “i know this week’s been a lot, i feel it,” the measured, squeezes of his fingers around your hips make your breathing grow ragged and uneven. “you need to relax, with me.”

your heart throbs. you throw your arms around his neck, “aki, i wanted to see you all day,” he gasps at your earnest words, pressing you against the tile wall as he rips at your pantyhose, his lips all over your jaw. “don’t tell me that, because tonight we’re taking it slow—right?“ You moan as he works your panties aside anyway, even more so when he swipes your arousal from side to side. “i don’t wanna think, about anything. just you, aki, just you. can you do that?”

“id do anything for you.” he locks your wrists together and pins them above you, keeping them clasped together with one hand. “and now ive got you all to myself for the weekend…you’re all mine and only mine, for now. you don’t need to think about a thing.” his other hand toys with your slick, teasing you until he works his fingers in ways that have you panting and cursing into the steam of the bathroom. “ill make you feel better…so much better.” he groans, feeling the way you clench on his cock, his hands locked with yours. “that’s it, lose yourself. ‘till you’re too full to think of anything else.”