#sub-aki

[naive-petals]

@sub-aki

“No it isn’t okay there has to be some way for me to pay… you…” pulling off of the other Roses eyes widen as she realizes just who she managed to catch when tripping. Stammering as she tried to finish her sentence Rose eventually found the courage to speak again.

“Back for catching me.” Was she blushing? Oh lord she hoped she wasn’t. This wasn’t how she was expecting to meet the other and now she was probably seen as a Klutz.

[chaepink]

DAY 16: CLOUDED WITH LUST | SEX POLLEN

aki finds himself in the hands of the lust devil who takes an interest in him

⋆ ࣪. ❤︎ PAIRING ⸻ aki hayakawa x lust devil!reader

⋆ ࣪. ❤︎ WARNINGS ⸻ dom!reader, sex pollen, noncon turned dubcon, hand job, begging, exhibitionism kink, praise, ooc aki kinda, the word dick mentioned way too many times

⋆ ࣪. ❤︎ WORDS ⸻ 1.7k words

⋆ ࣪. ❤︎ NOTE ⸻ so fyi reader is a devil that feeds off lust & could change appearances

KINKTOBER EVENT

"shit shit shit." Aki runs through the streets of the area where he was told to arrive, eyes darting left and right. While he's usually serious and calm, the devil he was assigned to find and exterminate is causing him trouble, proving to be a rather difficult one and could cause serious trouble if it were to reveal itself to the public.

Minutes ago he had his eye on it but foolishly enough, he got focused on talking to teammates and when he looked back to the spot it was supposed to be, it was nowhere to be seen.

Aki takes a short glance at the paper in his hands, quickly rereading the data about the devil he was to get rid of.

Apparently the devil is able to emit a sort of scent that quickly makes those who inhale want to engage in sexual activity and can shapeshift into different people as well. They can be found in dark alleyways where its easier to find victims.

As he turns and finds a dark alleyway, he sees a person walking towards him. He furrows his eyebrows as he slowly walks closer to them, his guard high.

However, as he gets closer he can't help but notice how attractive the person is as he feels his face warm up.

"Excuse me?"

The person pauses their walking and tilts their head in confusion, turning their head around and back to him as if they're not sure if he said that to them or not.

Aki walks up to them and gives them a short nod.

"Have you seen anything strange around here? Or have you heard anything about a possible devil around this area? Specifically a lust devil."

"The lust devil? Well that sounds oddly familiar..." He sees you turn to him with a smile, one that has him unease. While it looks like one of mere innocence, it seems as if its hiding something.

Aki widens his eyes and your smile turns into a sly grin. But its too late.

Before he can do anything, he smells something sweet around him as a thick, pink fog surrounds him. The effects are quick, he remembers reading about them on the paper.

He feels his body heat up and sweat as his dick hardens. He stumbles onto a wall, trying to back away from you. He feels significantly weaker, his legs almost feeling like jelly. In this state, he knows he won't be able to run away.

Raising his hand to use his contract with the fox devil, he opens his mouth but you quickly realize what he's trying to do and with almost inhumane speed, you rush towards him and pin his waists above his head. Aki sneers at you as you give him a grin.

"Well I can't have you using that, can I? That'll be no fun."

"l-let me go!" He begins thrashing in your hold like a disobedient child and you frown. The sweet scent in the air that you released has him feeling dizzy and sticky with sweat. He begins to realize that your hold on him is too strong and turns his head to look around for ways he could escape once he attacks you instead.

But a small touch of your hand palming his clothed dick has him pausing. He gasps.

"w-what are you doing?" He looks at you with widened eyes as you raise an eyebrow at the question. "What does it look like I'm doing?"

You slowly pull down the zipper of his pants, making aki's breath go ragged. Your human appearance has his thoughts messed up about the situation as it almost feels like you're a real person.

He watches as your teeth drags over your teeth, a look of something like hunger in your eyes. He shivers at the feeling of being your prey being his mind.

"Looks like I got a pretty one today." Aki lets out a gasp when he feels his dick in your hands, the cold air making him shiver. "Already hard?" He curses at himself but blames it on that fog thing. He opens his mouth to yell at you but nothing comes out, the words dying on his tongue for some reason.

"Don't worry it won't hurt," you say, hovering your mouth near his ear. "Well, for me at least." Aki winces when you squeeze his dick but he soon lets out a whine when your thumb grazes over the tip. He feels your teeth drag against the top of his ear almost as if you're going to bite it and Aki has to hold back a gasp.

A part of his mind screams at him to try to fight back, to not give in to the pleasure. But another part tells him to just give in. It's been a while since someone touched him like this and the sweet fog you're emitting along with the way you're playing with his dick has his senses overwhelmed. He feels so much more sensitive and it just feels too good, even when you've barely done anything.

When you notice the foggy look in his eyes and the way he stops protesting against your hold, you know you've gotten him where you wanted him to be.

"It feels good, doesn't it?" Aki hesitantly nods, your touches on his dick sending shocks of pleasure up his body. You begin lazily pumping his dick with your fist and notice how immediately turns to putty in your grasp. Letting go of his wrists to put your hand on his waist, you're surprised to see Aki wrap his arms around your neck to stabilize himself. His legs feel so weak and his body feels too hot for him to handle.

"Can.. Can you go faster? Please?" Though he quietly mumbles it, you're able to hear a bit of it and chuckle at his eagerness.

"Faster? Didn't you tell me to let you go earlier?" The teasing look in your eyes as you look at him has Aki send a glare at you but the glare lacks any heat. Rather the glare is begging you to just make him feel good.

"Well?" You pause your hand on his dick. "If you want me to touch you, then beg for it like a good boy."

This is embarrassing, he thinks. No way he would beg a devil for anything, much less beg a lust devil to touch him. His pride is too big for that and he would much rather fight you than have you do this to him.

But even when those thoughts and more pass through his head, the words that escape his mouth are the exact opposite.

"Touch me, please! I-I need it so bad-" He feels your hand return back to his throbbing dick and he lets out a hiss at the pain when you begin pumping it. The pace you set has him throwing his head back against the wall behind him, pleasure overwhelming his body.

"Good boy." He whines at the praise. You feel his pre cum leak out of his dick and soil your hand, the wet sound of it only fueling you more.

His moans and whines flood the alleyway and your ego swells at the sight. You're merely giving a handjob yet you have him turned into a mess in front of you.

He shoves his head in the crook of your neck, muffling his noises and you coo at him. "What? Feels too good with my hand on your dick? You're close to cumming or something?"

Your finger trails along the underside of his dick to his tip and Aki covers his mouth to silence a choked moan. You feel him begin to thrust into the hole your hand made.

"S-Shut up." You let out a disapproving noise. "That's not what you say to someone who's making you feel good. I could just leave you here, you know?"

Fuck, he forgot that you and him are just in a random alleyway and if someone were to pass the area, they would surely catch a glimpse of what's happening. He feels his dick twitch in your hands at the thought and you grin.

Before he could answer, the grip on his waist goes to his hair and he lets out a mewl when you yank his hair back. He squeezes his eyes in pain, the nearby sound of cars and people making him awfully aware of his surroundings. The sinful noise of your hand on his dick doesn't make it any better either.

"Tell me when you're close, alright?" He nods and whimpers when your pace quickens. His knees buckle underneath him and your hand goes back to his waist.

"I-I'm close." You pretend to think about letting him cum or not and he widens his eyes. "Nonono let me cum, please! I'm s-so close ah! o-oh god please!" The noises he's letting out and the way he's pleading you for release is adorable.

"Well, I guess you've been good, haven't you? Go on then, cum for me." Aki nods and he thanks you over and over again for letting him cum before throwing his head back, a scream racking his body as his orgasm crashes down on him.

"O-Oh shit, thankyouthankyou." His eyes roll back and you watch as cum shoots out of his dick, making a mess on his collared shirt and his pants. He whimpers as he finally cums in what felt like forever.

You slow down your pace, easing him through his orgasm. The sight has you breathless.

Aki has his head thrown back against the wall as his cum stains his clothes, the substance dripping down his dick and onto the ground underneath. His hair is ruffled due to you and his shirt is wrinkled. But nonetheless, he still looked like a pretty sight to behold.

Aki manages to recompose himself and stand up properly.

"Well I had fun with you and I'm sure you did too." You glance at the mess he made and Aki's face burns with embarrassment.

You quickly throw him a kiss before turning the corner and disappearing, leaving Aki to think about what exactly just happened to him. The smell of you still lingers in the air, leaving him to find out a way to find you again.

Later when he returns back to his team, his teammate turns to him with widened eyes. "Where have you been? What happened to the devil?" The mention of you has him flush red before stuttering out a total lie.

"They got away."

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[brayneworms]

can you do one where you edge aki hayakawa? PRETTY PLEEEAASSSEEE WITH ALL THE CHERRIES ONTOP

high & dry

featuring. aki hayakawa x gn!reader

content. MDNI, smut, edging, handjobs + the beginning of a blowjob lol, pet names (honey), gender neutral reader + agab not mentioned, sub!aki + dom!reader, established relationship, cursing, mild pet analogy (it’s me what do you expect)

word count. 1.7k

synopsis. aki has a lesson to learn.

notes. minors don’t interact. found this in my drafts from like january so anon if ur still out there i hope u enjoy smile. i take commissions :3

The thing about Aki is that he doesn't mean to misbehave.

The thing about you is that you've never considered yourself overly strict.

But somehow, somewhere in the muddle of this, this being you two and whatever was becoming of your relationship, both of these factors have been thrust into the spotlight and interrogated. The problem is that Aki is a fighting dog whose leash is fraying more with every day, who rushes into conflict with his heart first and his brain struggling to catch up. The problem is that you care for him, despite the awful inevitability of how badly it will end weighing on your mind.

Aki likes to flirt with death, and you like to keep him safe. These factors, as you might imagine, clash frequently.

So—you either become the screeching, shrewish partner, leaving every night a sour argument where you don't face each other where you sleep. Or you take your frustration out in more productive ways. Because, truly—you don't like to yell at Aki. It makes him grumpy and stonefaced but more than that, it makes him hurt. You can see the flickers of it in his dark blue eyes, some fragment of his childhood that never healed properly, like an old wound that bleeds anew whenever you prod it. Tender and painful as skinned knees.

But this, this works for both of you, you think.

His fingers curl up his work slacks, bunching starched polyester between bitten nails. He's looking anywhere but at you, knelt between his legs, cheeks shaded pink beneath the tumbling bangs of ink-dark hair. "You don't have to," he starts, like he always does, ever the gentleman. It makes him a little twitchy to be given pleasure like it's a gift. It's so sweet that it almost makes you feel bad.

You take him in your hand, half-hard and hot, and he hisses. You have a sneaking suspicion, something that's been blooming for a while now, that you may have been the first person to touch Aki like this. The first time you'd slept together he'd had to mumble the names of all the Devils he had contracts with under his breath to last more than a minute inside you.

There's a wound on his hip the colour of a bloody sunset, jagged like a mountain silhouette. It almost seems to mock you as you stroke him loosely, gathering the pearly beads of pre that bloom at his tip as he gets more and more turned on, more sensitive. His chest shakes ones when he inhales, his hands twisting the fabric of his pants uncomfortably. Your slow, patient pace makes him almost overwhelmed, feeling it wrack out from between his thighs in torturously hot, slow waves, makes his whole body shudder.

Once he's hard, you say, "Tell me about today."

Aki grunts, brows furrowing. His hips cant up, once, a silent plea. But your hand has slowed now, so he tenses his jaw and sighs.

"Found a Devil," he says through gritted teeth. "Some a-abandoned warehouse."

"It gave you this?" You use the hand that was wrapped around his cock to stroke over the nasty gash on his skin, and he makes a wonderful shivery noise—both, you think, at the loss of contact to his hardness and the ghost of sharp pain that echoes from your touch along his wound.

"Yeah," he sighs shakily. He looks down at you now, eyes soft, almost pleading. "Could you—"

"You weren't alone, were you, Aki?" you ask, blinking up at him. You think he's starting to get the game now; blood runs up to colour his cheeks darker and his eyes flit away as though in shame. "Didn't you call for backup?"

"Too far away," he says, gritty with irritation. He feels foolish, sitting on the edge of the bed with his dick out. Still hard, despite you not having touched it for about half a minute. "I had it handled."

"You should've waited," you tell him.

"You're killing my hardon," he tells you flatly. You roll your eyes and pick up where you left off; when your hand wraps around him he lets out a shaky sigh and tips his head back towards the ceiling. You'll never tire of how sensitive he is, responding to every touch like it's the first time; when your hand wraps back around him his thighs clench and spasm all over again, and he makes a quiet noise in the back of his throat.

You stroke him, more firmly now, with the occasional focus on his tip. It starts to leak over your hand, and Aki makes a quiet, embarrassed grunt at the sight of it. Privately, you don't mind too much—unlike most guys, Aki has the grace to be abashed by it, which is already enough to put him in your good books—but his humiliation is an added bonus you'd happily put up with some less-than-savoury things for.

You're mean, maybe, in the way a bunny thinks their owner is mean for locking them in a hutch each night. But, you know, the owner only does that for the bunny's own safety.

Sometimes, the owner really does know better.

Aki's thighs twitch; you amuse yourself watching the spasm of the muscles play across beneath the smooth, pale skin, thinking absently of how you'd like to get your mouth on that soft flesh inside. "Y/n," he warns, voice catching, breathy. "I—dammit, I'm gonna—"

You make a thoughtful noise, and then release your grip entirely. Aki gapes down at you, eyes snapping open. "What the hell?" he fumes.

"Say that you should have waited for backup," you tell him patiently. Your positions are some perverse subversion of power; he looms over you, strong legs bracketing your face. By all accounts, you're surrounded as you look up at him. But he's the one looking at you like you've shot him in the chest. His brows knit together in frustration.

"Are you fucking joking?" he gapes. "What is this? You—"

"Aki," you say, so softly that it must frighten him because he stops short, looking at you warily. "You know I care about you, so much, yeah?"

"I—" he looks thrown, impossibly lost. "I guess? Yeah."

"Good." You lean your head on his knee, watching how his throat bobs when he looks at you. His thighs twitch almost indecipherably at the contact, erection showing no sign of flagging. "And you know I want to protect you, and keep you safe? I want you to want that, too."

"I..." Aki's voice is taking on a hoarse tinge. "I know... that."

"Then why do you keep throwing yourself in such dangerous situations?" You unspool a nail up the inside of his leg, and he gasps slightly in anticipation. "What are you going to do next time?"

"I—" he cuts himself off, strangled. "I'm going to... call for backup."

Your finger trails to a halt. "You mean that?"

"Yeah," he says, a little frantically. "I will. I swear. Y/n, please—"

You lean forward, brushing your lips against him. Aki moans, eyes widening as his pupils expound until his eyes are less sodalite and more black-hole. You let your tongue flicker out and trace over the head, tasting him, putting your hands on his thighs so you can feel him strain to hold back. Ever the gentleman, Aki hates to lose control and buck into your mouth. It still happens sometimes, of course, because at his heart he's a needy inexperienced hunter and you revel in the punishment of pretty things. It's mean, you know, to goad him where he's a little helpless.

But the owner knows best. You know how to get him to remember his lesson.

You draw back, pressing a final kiss to the head of his cock like tying the ribbon on a giftbox. Aki blinks blearily at you, mouth slack, expression adorably confused as you wipe at your lips with a thumb.

"What—" he croaks.

"I want you to remember what you said, Aki," you tell him sternly. "I can't reward bad behaviour."

You think he's getting it. Box. Rat. Electric shock. Et cetera.

"Wait," he pleads, brows scrunching together in honest-to-god panic. "I'll remember, okay? I told you I would. I won't misbehave."

"And I want to believe you." Your hand draws soothing circles on his knee and it makes his bottom lip quiver slightly. "So... when you show me you're taking your safety seriously, then you'll get a reward."

Aki's mouth hangs open. "You're serious," he croaks with some shattering finality; he shuts his eyes against the blue-dark, whole body shuddering. "You're fucking... what if I just decide to jack off?"

"You can do that," you shrug. "But I think you know what'll happen if you do."

Aki makes a frustrated noise; he glances down at his erection, starting to flag only slightly. He wants you to touch him so badly; all he can think of is your fingers, your mouth, your hair in his fingers. Or, withholding that, he could at least slide his fingers around himself and get himself off, like he used to mostly infrequently before you.

But if he does that, how long will you hold out for? He knows, with a cold sort of dread, that you can hold out much, much longer than him. He's gotten a taste of it and now he can't be satisfied; it's the one area of his life where he totally lacks any semblance of self-control.

So with a devastated whimper, he reaches down and tucks himself gingerly back into his underwear. He's so turned on it almost stings as his briefs tug on his erection, and it's so much worse when he stiffly tugs up his slacks and buttons them again. For a moment after he just sits on the bed, breathing shakily until he's red in the face, trying not to squirm.

You stand up, brush a lock of his hair back, smiling as he leans pathetically into the touch. There's a lukewarm sweat beading on his brow. "I'm so proud of you, honey. I'm going to start dinner, okay? You stay in here and relax. You've had such a hard day."

Aki's eyes burn into your back as you turn and leave. It takes every modicum of mental fortitude he has not to throw himself on the ground and beg and sob for you to touch him. The thought of going without is almost painful.

He stares down at the faint bulge in his slacks, gripping his own thigh for support. Wonders about grinding the heel of his hand against it, just for some momentary relief.

Aki shuts his eyes. He doesn't want to misbehave. And he does not touch.

[love-me-satoru]

When your sweet little puppy boy turns into a spoiled brat you have to remind them who’s really the boss.

[meownotgood]

dub aki moments I like

[komugistissue]

Ok, so imagine you're dating Aki and he knows Denji has a crush on you, so Aki makes a point of fucking you on the couch when he knows Denji will be coming home soon so he walks in and sees, or fingering you on the balcony while Denji's eating in the living room and can hear, or leaving the door open when you while you ride him in bed because he know Denji will try to take a peak. Anyways, imagine Aki exerting his power by showing Denji how good he makes you, better than he ever could. 🥴🥴🥴

oh anon.. this is too good.. bless u 😵‍💫

i had a lot of fun writing this! hope to see more requests from u in the future, anon :3 🖤

warnings- afab reader, denji is lowkey (highkey) a little perv, riding, voyeurism, fondling, nipple play, masturbation, filming, reader doesn't know denji can see them

you and aki were just supposed to be watching a movie together while denji was out of the house for the night. but the way it always goes with him, you ended up sitting on top of your boyfriends lap with your tongue in his mouth. "fuck.. aki.. won't denji be home soon? i don't know if we should be doing this on the couch, don't you just want to go to our bed?" you asked at your boyfriend, a little worried. you didn't want denji to walk in on you and aki having sex, that'd just be so humiliating.

"calm down baby, denji shouldn't be back for at least another hour or two, i got you all to myself.." he cooed into your ear as he started to kiss down your neck. aki hated lying to his sweet girlfriend, but this time, he deemed it necessary. he noticed the way denji always started at you. whether it be your chest, ass, thighs, or face, he always found a way to look at you. aki decided something should be done about it, so he waited patiently for his opportunity. and this one was perfect. he was going to make sure denji saw just how good he made you feel.

aki's hands traveled up your shirt and pawed at your chest. your face flushed a deep red with the combination of the kisses at your neck and aki pinching your nipples. "ki.. please.. i want you inside of me already.. please no more teasing.." you whined desperately to him. "okay baby i hear you, i'm sorry" he falsely apologized to you. you buried your face in his neck and while aki pulled your panties to the side, prepping with his fingers, he heard the faintest sound of keys jingling and the door unlocking. aki smirked and curled his fingers up, causing you to moan loudly. denji heard the sound from outside and slowly walked in the door.

"i.." denji muttered quietly. aki locked eyes with denji and put his finger on his mouth mimicking a "shh" motion. denji was so shocked and embarrassed. he'd liked you ever since aki introduced you to him, and now here you were in front of him, getting fingered by his best friend. he fantasized about seeing you like this every night, was he dreaming? even if he was dreaming he knew one thing for sure, there was a growing aching in his pants.

"think you're ready for my cock now baby? did i stretch you out enough?" aki asked you, still making eye contact with denji. "yes.. yeah please i need you in me so bad ki.. you're always teasing me... nnhgh.." upon your plea, aki reached his hand inside of his sweatpants and pulled out his cock, denji did the same. aki pushed his cock inside your aching pussy, denji pushed his into his fist. aki put both of his hands on your ass and helped you move up and down. "hah.. fuck aki.. it feels so good! please don't stop!" denji stroked his cock at this sight and bit back his moans. he wished he could watch this moment back everyday. wait. he reached into his pocket. fuck. is it okay for him to do this? does he care? "ah! aki fuck, please harder!" no, he doesn't. he pulls out his phone camera and presses record.

fuck, a 25 minute video of a girl he likes getting fucked?

yeah, he's jerking off later.

[darlingpwease]

all this talk about househusbands. you know which househusband would drive me the most insane? /pos aki. aki hayakawa. i want to use him so bad. treat him like a good fucktoy while denji and power are asleep in the room next door. have their snoring mask his breathy moans and whines when you get him to cum over the freshly-washed sheets; sheets he dried and ironed himself while you were away. make the two interrogate aki incessantly on why he's limping stupidly around the house. maybe even whisper your plans to put a new baby in him into his ear-- he's already such a good househusband, such a good mommy already. release any pent up stress he has from his daily tasks by fucking him absolutely stupid, till he's a sobbing and blubbering mess

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HOME ROUTINE!

CONTENT WARNINGS: subtle unhealthy behaviour [?], established relationship, pet names, power exchange, domestic life (househusband kink), mild light pregnancy topic [talk]

hypersexuality, sex marathon, heavy petting, free use, quiet sex, penetration giving + cock implied, unprotected sex / breeding, mild mommy kink, rough treatment (biting, scratching), hyperstimulation (g.), cum inflation (g.), praise (g.)

aki clings to the sheets, wheezing when you squeeze his hips; when you whispering to be quiet, — even if denji and power sleep like the dead, they can be surprisingly hearing when it's unnecessary, — he tries to follow your words, exhales through clenched teeth, throwing head back, exposing his ruddy bitten neck — but immediately shuts mouth with a loud gmoan when you push deeper, not letting him get out of a tight grip, whispering something about silence or tightness or about how hot he is, squeezing you so hard as if he doesn't want to let go, he doesn't understand anything anymore, ecstatically listening to how you breathe and how power and denji snore in another room, knowing that any sound can make them wake up and wonder what is happening,

and he's definitely not ready to explain why you fuck him like an animal, making him moan with delight into your palm when start pushing even rougher and harder, letting him try to cling to you and the sheets while his mind is swimming; whining from another orgasm only to find yourself pressed even more tightly to the bed while you reach your own, incoherently caressing him, whispering what a good boy he is and how close you are, stimulating him even more until bury his nose in the wet pillow, drowning out loud-painfully enthusiastic moans when he is not even able to cum anymore, burying your nose into his wet warm neck while you fill his hot pliable body.

when aki groans hoarsely while you grab his shoulders, helping him to take a more comfortable position, gently removing the clumped strands of hair, kissing his blissful face before turning him on side, putting your hand on his sticky wet thigh; and the way you gently take his hand, lovingly stroking, before you start fucking him again, ignoring what a mess he is already, drooling and hiding his head in a pillow from pleasant fatigue while you whisper all sorts of nonsense to him, drives him crazy.

however, he is the only one who should invent an explanation or snap back the next morning, although you are, in fact, to blame for his disheveled appearance — but you clearly ignore and shrug shoulders, more than eloquently declaring yourself not only "innocent", but even not involved in his strange walking around the house. no, you don't know why aki moves so strangely, why they can find red and blue marks on his body here and there, and what his appearance and hoarse voice are connected with; you, in general, don't even guess, although you assume that he is just tired. he works hard enough, right up until late at night, experiencing so much stress, so he deserves a break, right?

maybe leaving that thought up in the air wasn't the best idea, but when you manage to get rid of power and denji for a while by putting them out the door with errands, you certainly take care of poor aki, letting down his hair, kissing his neck while he's busy cooking, stroking his thigh and agreeing when he complains that it should be your problem — but interrupted when you get your hand under the apron, gently stroking his soft belly, making him shudder and lean his hands on the kitchen nightstand, while slowly exposing him, whispering that you, of course, are ready to take responsibility and take care of him, and that you should hurry up if he don't want to show power and denji why he is so feels like this morning in every detail.

you are even caring enough to let him continue cooking while you fuck him, trying not to be too fast or rude while he takes care of the soup, kissing and praising him for how economic and responsible he is, coping so well with household chores and you, being always ready so that you can take advantage of him; but when you fleetingly purr about what a good mommy would come out of him, so caring and hardworking, always ready to serve his spouse and be bred until he gets pregnant with your baby, even if at any moment you may be caught off guard, he squeezes you so tightly, digging his fingers into the kitchen nightstand, unconsciously looking at his stomach, feeling your gentle stroking.

of course, what you said was not completely untrue, — he definitely works very hard and is nervous, getting too much stress, so you only take care of him, making him cum, whining when you tell him to relax, stopping thinking about too many and serious things besides what he has to cook and do the laundry while you breed him, definitely this time putting your baby in his stomach — unable to say no when he's such a slobbering mess, unable even to refuse you when you pull him from the stove to the table, stuffing him to the brim while he cums again, moaning in a voice broken from last night.

... in the end, you have to come up with an excuse when you see him trembling in your arms, knowing that aki will not wake up by the time power and denji return.

[3smos]

AKI HAYAKAWA :: gender neutral + sub character & domination loss —

note :: I feel so devious writing smut on Christmas

jaw ticked and eyebrows knitted together, the man in front of you tried his best to be calm and not let anything bother him.

yet the fact that you didn't respond to his commands weren't helping him.

his ears burned in humiliation when you grinned at him. a no good, annoying, stupid grin. heavy on stupid.

"cmon aki, you can do better than that." said man bit his bottom lip. the makeshift restraints made from his tie weren't nearly as comfortable nor tied correctly against your wrists.

this was aki's idea and he always goes through with his word.

but with your sharp gaze on him, he couldn't work right.

he quickly unzipped his pants, fumbling and nervously biting his lip. you sigh and let the tie fall from your wrists, gripping onto his hips.

aki glared at you, "no, stop it."

he thought he tied it just right. . .

you ignored his warning and pull him in closer, leaning up to leave open mouth kisses on his neck. aki huffed, wiggling in you grip.

"don't act so defenseless now, sweetheart"

it was quite the surprise when he caught you off guard; pushing you to the bed, tying your hands, all without discussing it with you beforehand.

the devil hunter was very sneaky when he wanted to be.

you stand, abruptly backing him up to the wall. he was trapped. your hand slithers down to his pants, pushing past his underwear and wrapping your warm hand around his half hard cock.

suddenly, aki managed out a gasp, eyes growing wide as he finally lets the situation sink in.

he grips onto your shoulders, trying to pusj you away. "s-stop! it wasn't. . ."

he couldn't help but let a raspy cry leave his mouth. "hm? were you saying somethin'?"

he throws his head back against the wall, not caring if it hurt him. his hips quivers, arms growing weak — his walls were crumbling in a matter of seconds.

"i was suppose- ahh!" he shakes his head as your smirk against his collar bone. "to. . . be in control!!"

he expected you to simply laugh at him, or maybe even get him more worked up but instead you push your knee between his thighs and move your lips to ear, teeth toying his earlobe.

aki furrows his brows, eyes closing sharply at the feeling.

"so take it back."

he grits his teeth in anger. he tried.

your hand lets go of his leaking cock, allowing him to wet his clothes with his precum. your knee pressing up against his pelvis, aki squeezes his legs, hands coming up to cover his pathetic expression.

"well?" you raise a brow at the sight of his rocking his hips back and forth on your knee, not caring if you pressed down harder.

"i can't. . ." he gasps out, face burning red at his failed attempt.

its so embarrassing!

instead he falls prey to your actions, letting his cute whimpers fall out without a second thought.

"please. please (name)."

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[curvykittyyssmutfics]

Direct Instruction

"Slow down, Denji. You're gonna overstimulate her too quick. Slow licks. Yeah.. Just like that. Take your time, she ain't goin nowhere."

Aki speaks from across the room, patiently observing Denji struggle not to devour you. He slips his t-shirt off but leaves his sweats on. Head tilted, one hand resting on his raging dick as he leans back further into his chair. You don't know why he's still clothed; made you and Denji get undressed soon as this started.

"I don't want tooo. She tastes so fuckin sweet. Its like candy, Aki."

Denji's a fuckin brat but slows down anyway, giving you a chance to catch your breath. Even with him replacing his savage ass sucking with fast little kitten licks, you can't dig your toes out the mattress at the feeling.

"Yeah, I know she does. Don't mean you can do whatever you want." Aki tells him, squeezin his dick to the sight of you.

"Not the fuckin boss of me.." Denji mumbles into your pussy, making Aki's brow raise.

"That right? Want me to shut this shit down? Fuck y/n till she can't see straight while we leave you to play by yourself?"

That gets Denji back on track. Doesn't dare talk back. Only whines into your sensitive lil pus before getting back to his task.

"Thought so. Fuckin brat. Did you not promise me to work on followin directions? Gonna have to handle your bad ass later.. And you better make her cum real good too."

Theres no doubt about that. Tip of his tongue is dead on, swiping that spot on your slippery nub with an accuracy you wouldn't have thought a virgin could possess. He's only been between your legs for a couple minutes but apparently a few tips from Aki and suddenly he's a pro.

"Ahh, ahhh- Denji! Can't believe- didn't think- ohmygod!"

Aki chuckles as Denji moans around your clit, gripping around your thighs tight. The vibrations put an arch in your back that make Aki finally pull himself out to stroke; he's way too fuckin hard watchin you so drunk on pleasure.

"See what you're doin to her? She can barely take it. Use your fingers.. Yeah, like that. Bet shes squeezin round you.. Always bear hugs the fuck outta my dick when I first slide in."

"Mmmhmmm.."

A finger swipes at your opening, experimenting with the slip and slide of you. Denjis curious. Slowly lets his digit creep inside, suckin at you a little quicker. He's stares at your glistening lil puss, mesmerized by how you engulf him like his lips do to your clit.

"Good boy, Denji. Thats it.. Isn't he doin so well, sweet heart? Makin your lil puss flutter nice and tight, huh? Well, tell him then. Dont be rude.."

"Yeeees, Aki! Makin me feel so- ah, ah, ah!"

Denji can't take it anymore. Wants you to be a good boy, and to be the one that makes you cum but he so fuckin selfish. Needs something from you first: wants a real taste of your pretty lil chocolate pussy. So he abandons your clit, pulling you even tighter against his mouth so he can dig his tongue inside of you as far as it can go.

"Ohhhhmyyy- uh, uh, uh!"

It's too intense too fuckin quick. Your yank at his hair to pull him back but he doesn't budge, leaning into you body to trap you against the bed. He wiggles it inside of you erratically, no rythym at all. Just trying his damnest to reach your depths.

"Geez, Denji.. Should've known; you never fuckin listen."

But Aki doesn't stop him, quickening his strokes as he gets up to stand closer for a better view. He swipes at the precum streaming from his flushed tip. Reaching down with the same hand to pluck at your stiff nipples, smearing them sticky before rubbin slow teasing circles around your clit.

"Listen to that.. Hear that cute lil pussy singin for us? She's loud.. Even louder than your mouth. You so nasty, baby."

"Mmm mmm mmm."

Denji doesnt even hear Aki anymore, groaning in between your thighs like you just offered him a feast. Which is hella funny cause that's how he eats you. It's so damn sloppy, too messy. Your juices and his spit mixing to slide down your ass to the bed.

"Gonna cum Denji! Dont stop, please. Fuh-uuck.. More, Akiiii!"

Your pleas the prettiest symphony either of em has ever heard.

"Okay, y/n, okay. Let it out- ahhh.. Need to see you wet up his mouth, princess.Ohhh, gonna buss- don't stop Denji. Our girls gonna cum. Huh, y/n? Fuuuuck, you're so damn. beautiful."

He gives your twitchy lil button the attention you need, just not in the way expect. Stops rubbing to land 3 swift smacks against your clit. But your gone by the first, mindlessly squealing and cumming on Denji's mouth. Hips twisting uncontrollably but his hold on your thick thighs keeps you in place by. All the while, the fuckin brat makes multiple attempts to reach that special spot inside you with his devilish tongue.

"Mmmmfankoooohmmmm!"

Denji groans his appreciation when you shower his swollen mouth with your love. His tongue batters your walls, forcing moan after moan from your throat till your voice cracks.

What neither of you expect is for the scene to become to much for Aki. He pushes Denji to the side and bullies his cock between your spasming walls. He relishes how the end of your orgasm pushes him into his own.

"No fair, Aki! Wasn't done yet. Not your turn!" Denji's whining, swiftly standing to take Aki's place.

"Shut it."

He strokes his dick slowly, whimpering when he notices how Aki fucks you so good that when your lips part to cry nothin comes out. No breath in your lungs, mouth open wide in a silent scream as Aki leans over you and humps you quick and hard. You're left to grip at your covers, shapely brown legs wrapping around his waist; having no choice but to take what he gives you.

"Yeeees y/n! Bout to fill up my pussy, baby. You ready? Gonna take it all? Got so much cum for you, princess!"

You shake your head, hoping he takes some pity and pulls out.

"Nooo, Aki. Take it out. Don't want you too."

Your mumbled denial definitely lacks conviction.

"Too fuckin bad, baby- ohhhhshit! Can't stop now. Mmmm.. 'S too amazin y/n. Ahhh.."

Aki fills you and then some, thick streams pushing out everytime he fucks back into you. You're thankful his strokes turn shallow at the end of his nut, energy draining from his limbs as he lays over you heavily.

Denji watches as he jerks, envious of the intimacy between you two as Aki pecks kisses all over your face.

"A-aki, 'm close, so fuckin close.. Can I cum? Please, Aki, please?"

"No. Hands off." Voice commanding, he's back to his stoic demeanor; even though his hips still stutter slowly into yours.

Denji groans in disbelief, droppin his hand reluctantly. He can't believe Aki's bein this way. You came and he clearly just satisfied himself, shivers still running through him as he pulls his dick out of you. So then why can't Denji find some fuckin relief too?

But then Denji's pleasantly surprised when Aki spreads you wide, both watching as his nut pools too your entrance. You cover your eyes with your arm, embarrassed how they stare at his cum slowly oozing out and into the big puddle beneath you.

Aki looks at Denji, smiling brightly; cock still stiff as fuck.

"Kay, Denji. Put it in, your turn.."

[muwah-mumoo]

Wake up..~

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Aki Hayakawa x fem!reader

18+ MDNI

warning - subby!aki, dom!reader, humiliation, handjob, teasing

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a/n : Heyy this is my first post and i don’t even know if i want to finish to but if yall would like me to finish it let me knoww ;3 also this might be rlly bad since i didn’t proof read it due to laziness 😭

wrd count : 780 - still not complete

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The house was quiet and cold, nothing but the wind whistling as it entered your room from the open window. I run my eyes as I get up and hear the sizzling from a pan and walk to the door, twisting the knob causing the door to let out a creak as I walk out into the kitchen to see Aki cooking some breakfast.

“Hey Aki morning” I said with a smile as I waved, heading to get a glass of water. He looked over his shoulder and looked back at the stove, “Oh hey mornin, How’d you sleep?” he asked as he continued to cut wherever veggies he found.

“Pretty good, just got a little hot” I told him ,”you?”

“I slept alright, still a little tired though..” He said in between a yawn.

After a couple minutes of standing next to Aki, I looked up at him admiring how he looked. Such charming yet clam expression on his face while his beautiful blue eyes focused on completing the meal he was preparing.

Suddenly an idea popped into my head.

hehe~

I put my glass down, a grin forming at my lips. “Why don’t I help you wake up a bit?” I asked him as my hands wrapped around his waist from the back, placing my cold hands on his stomach making him flinch. “What do you mean..?” he said, removing the food from the fire as he turned to you.

As his mind began to rush thousands of different thoughts a slight pink tint coated his features. “I think that you have a couple ideas~” making the pink on his face deepen to a dark rose. “I have no idea what you are talking about” He squeaked out as he took the other way, knowing that you had that stupid, yet so cute, face that got him embarrassed.

“Come on~ you know you can't lie yourself out of this one, since your body loves to show off how you really feel'' I said in a laugh as I still didn't make eye contact. “Okay then, why don't you tell me what you'd like me to do to you, hm?”

finally after getting the courage to look at you, he turned to you. Face burning a hot red from embarrassment of the teasing, “I’d like you to explore my body..” He said shyly as he covered his mouth and looked away again. I laughed, “Why don't you speak up. longer you take explaining it longer till you are able to feel good” i said with a playful shrug.

Finally, he rolled his eyes and grinned “I’d like for you to.. explore my body..” he said, now looking into your eyes. I smiled, “alright then~” I said in a loving tone as I held his hand and led him to the couch. “take a seat for me, would you?” I asked him and nodded, taking a seat.

I looked down at him, so cute~. finally taking a seat on his lap and looking at him. "I want to help you feel good~" I whispered into his ears as my hand slid up the back of his neck, I let his hair down, tucking it behind his ear as it fell down his flushed face. “P-Please do… I need this.. Please” he whined out, making me smile.

I lifted his chin to allow more access to his neck, licking stripes and kissing his collarbone causing him to shift in this position, a familiar poking feeling in my ass. I smiled, "I can feel you" I giggled making him blush from not being able to hide how crazy you make him.

i began to take off his shirt kissing his chest then up his neck to his lips, giving him a quick peck before whispering into his ear, "Have you ever made yourself cum to the thought of me?" I asked with a plain face, trying to hide the smile and the excitement I felt when looking at him become putty in my hands.

he bit his lip nervously, nodding quickly. “really?” I said with a laugh. “Why don't you show me how you touch yourself when you think of me?” I said with a smile as I slithered off his lap and sat in the group watching him, leaving him gulping and nervously grabbing the waistband of his plants and sliding them to his ankles.

His aching cock sprung out, slapping against his tummy making him wince, looking down at him due to the giggle you let out. “Don't laugh..” he said embarrassed as he took a hold of the base of his cock, slowly pumping it to let the nerves ease off.

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hope you liked and if u want me to finish it lmkk🤭

[naive-petals]

@sub-aki

“GAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!” She thought she was ready but the sheer speed of takeoff quickly proved her wrong. This was terrifying, this was dangerous this was. “WOOHOO!” As she got used to the thrill a smile spread across Roses face as her grip loosened. Her eyes gazed down as they went up higher and higher, watching as everything below them became smaller. “This is amazing!”

[chaepink]

hi chae!! can i request a sub aki w bondage ? he'd look so good tied up ughngnng..,.,

dom!reader, sub!aki, bondage

"you look so pretty, aki." aki lets out a whine as you coo at him. he sits against the headboard, hands tied to it which prevent him from touching you. black silk is tied around his body in a elaborate design that, though you didn't have to do since you know he won’t get out either way, just looks so good on him.

he looks at you with a pout, his hands trying to shimmy out of the bondage just to tease you.

“thank you” he mumbles, looking away from you in embarrassment. it’s cute.

he’s half naked, with only a pair of his boxers on but it doesn’t do any help to hide the obvious bulge he already has.

“already hard? I only just finished tying you up, Aki.” he flushes red and whines. “I know..”

you giggle at how adorable he’s being. suddenly you place your hands near his legs and lean your face closer to him which makes aki jerk a little at the sudden closeness.

“I’m going to have so much fun with you tonight, aki.” and he swallows, knowing you’ll hold do exactly that and he’ll love every moment of it.

[brayneworms]

i'll fetch you anything you like.

featuring. aki hayakawa x gn!reader

content. MDNI, smut, riding, begging, crying, smoking, light masochism, burning (reader puts a cigarette out on aki), mild codependency, pet names (loverboy, darling), gender neutral reader, agab not mentioned, sub!aki + dom!reader, a little angst, pining, kissing, vague love confessions.

word count. 3.2k

synopsis. aki's smoking is a nasty habit, but you're certain you can get him to quit. also, aki pines.

notes. minors don’t interact. anyways how’s this for a first post ( totally normal abt aki hayakawa )

Aki Hayakawa is an orphan in every sense of the word.

Literally being the one most people associate him with, but—Aki comes to a realisation when he's maybe thirteen or fourteen that the word runs deeper than that. It's not as if your entire life is defined by your relationship with your parents, after all; even people who have ones that are alive become something other than offspring in their life. Husband, brother, uncle, father. But orphan sticks, no matter how many people you fill your life up with to replace the parents you lost. Aki thinks there is something in the word that rings of loneliness; he could father a hundred children, become grandfather to two hundred more, gain friends and a partner, and still he would be Aki Hayakawa, orphan.

Alone.

"That's a bad habit."

Aki's fingers don't pause in their ministrations, thumb pressing down on the jut of the lighter as it zips to life. The cherry of his menthol cigarette glows in the blue-dark of the office. The sky outside the thin window is pale with the gloaming, and he breathes a haze of gritty smoke over it, sullying the view.

You've made yourself at home on his desk, legs swinging leisurely. You must be cold in only his work-shirt and boxers that cling to your hips and thighs. You watch him passively, head cocked.

"One of my least dangerous ones," he intones, which is true enough for a man who has three years to live at most.

"Oh? What tops the list?"

Aki eyes you serenely. "I dunno if you've heard, but I work for this place called the Public Safety Division."

Your laughter breaks the delicate quiet like a flock of birds taking off from a tree. "Put it out. I hate the smell."

Aki's dark brows crinkle. "I'm not wasting a perfectly good cigarette. If it bothers you so much, eat it."

"Eat it? You freak."

"At least then someone's getting something out of it."

You hop from the desk, yawning. In the dim light that is starting to grow just a little brighter, Aki can see the beginnings of bruises on your throat and collarbone, vanishing in an ugly rainbow trail down to the hastily-down buttons of his work shirt. Your socked feet pad along the threadbare carpet on your way over to him, and Aki inhales deeply. Maybe if there's enough smoke in his lungs it will encourage him not to breathe; that way, he won't do that god-forsaken embarrassing thing he does when you get close. His heart stutters, and it makes his breath hitch audibly. The worst part is you seemed to be goddamn attuned to it—there seems to be little you like more than knowing you have an effect on him.

Aki doesn't stop you when your fingers come up to encircle his cigarette, brushing his as you pluck it gently from between his lips. He hates that even the smallest kiss of your skin against his still sends liquid lightning zipping through him, like he's that seventeen-year-old he was when he met you, the one full of spite and anger who hadn't been held since his mother died.

You pull the cigarette away, still lit; the butt glows red and angry between your delicate hold, gleams in the reflection of your eyes. When Aki meets them, he feels his mouth go dry; your pupils are large and black, engulfing iris, barely blinking as you look up at him.

"Bet I can make you quit," you say.

Aki snorts. "Better men than you have tried."

"Anything can be unlearned," you counter smoothly. "All bad habits go away with a little punishment."

Aki feels his heartbeat quicken, tries not to let the way that one word sets his blood alight show on his face. "Hm," he says noncommittally, but frustratingly, he doesn't think he's fooled you for a second.

Your serene smile curved into something sharp as easily as breathing. "Gimme your hand."

And Aki does, though he knows where this is going. You turn his hand over gently at the wrist, leaving it palm-up, fingers splayed in your grip. You hold him so gently it makes him shiver. Carefully, slowly—Aki thinks, giving him much time to pull away—you raise the burning end of the cigarette and plant it in the centre of his pale palm, a stinging kiss. Aki hisses, grits his teeth, but dutifully doesn't move even as his hand twitches involuntarily at the contact. Just as tears start to needle at his eyes, you twist the butt and pull away, leaving a shallow pool of grey ash, a black soot mark, and a stinging red welt like a patch of burning leaves.

His eyes are glued to the masterpiece you've made of his boring skin. The burn throbs unpleasantly, but something low and hot has come alive in his abdomen at the lingering kiss of pain. It satiates something inside him just smoking the thing could never hope to touch. He likes the futility of feeding himself his own death, sure—makes him feel like he has marginally more control over it, despite what the Curse Devil might have to say about it. This sort of pain is different; it goes straight for the gullet, and it makes it all the more sweet that it's you doing it.

A stupid, lonely part of Aki—orphan—wants to believe you're doing this because you care for him. Because you want him to live as long as possible. The grown, cynical man he supposes he's become thinks you must be just as fucked up as he is. It doesn't really matter either way; Aki's loved you for years, and he's astonished he's even gotten this far with you, and he'll take anything you deign to give him, pleasure or pain because it's all sort of the same to him anyway.

You unscrew a bottle of drinking water and hold it over your discarded blazer, soaking the lapel before pressing it to the burn. Aki grunts, eyebrows knitting up as a strange cocktail of relief and pain throbs slowly through his body. Your hands holds the wet fabric over his one, like a ribcage encasing a beating heart. Oh, Aki would let you hold his heart in your hands, and who cares what you decided to do with it? It's hardly his business; it belongs to you anyway.

He leans in to kiss you, gets close enough to brush his lips against yours and feel his pupils dilate before you turn your head, ducking. Aki feels his heart stutter anxiously as you turn your serene face up to him.

"Hate the taste," you say.

Aki frowns. "I barely smoked it for thirty seconds."

"It lingers."

Aki isn't stupid; this is part of the punishment. And the goddamn annoying part is that it's working. Even as you take his other hand to hold the soaking blazer against his burn and turn away, every fibre in his body wants to stop you. Turn you back around, pin you against the wall, swallow any complaints with his lips. He wants to make you melt against him, wants to melt himself under you in that way you always manage to do to him. He likes feeling like he doesn't have to think with you; just await whatever comes next, pain or pleasure, and he'll take it because it's you.

But Aki doesn't move. He's not a problem dog. He stands quietly and nurses his burn, tracking you with his eyes as you re-dress yourself, his shirt tucked into your slacks, tie wound through the collar, work boots laced up to the ankle.

"I gotta run home and shower," you say, tugging your blazer on. "I'll see you back here in, like, an hour."

Aki nods. "Okay."

The grin you flash him is little more than poisonous; it makes it heart skip a beat. "How's your burn?"

He swallows around a dry throat, holding your stare with a touch of timidity. "What burn?"

Delight shivers over your expression like wind ruffling a field of grass, and you stride the length of the cramped office and kiss him. Aki grunts, rendered thoughtless the moment your mouth touches his, your hands in his collar and his hair; his hands go slack, blazer fluttering to the ground, and the welt on his palm stings horribly when his hands come up to latch around your shoulders and neck. He pulls you closer, a little frantic, and he has barely a moment to reflect on how worrying it is that he's this desperate for your touch after being denied only once, but before he can think to dwell on it you're parting your lips and he's tugged your body flush against his own. He's so close he could drown in you. For a moment, he wants to.

Far too soon, you pull away. You're delighted. "Good," you murmur, and he hates how his heart leaps into his throat. "You're so good, Aki."

His face is on fire. "I'm not a dog," he manages.

"Sure you are," you say matter-of-factly. "And I'm Pavlov. I'll break that nasty habit of yours if it's the last thing I do. Give you something else to focus on. Okay?"

Aki licks his dry lips. "You can try," he says hoarsely, hoping it doesn't sound as much like an invitation as he thinks it does. The impish smile you give him implies he's shit out of luck.

Aki is in hell.

He knows this, because every time the two of you have hooked up since your little conversation in his office, he hasn't been allowed to kiss you if you detect even a whiff of smoke on his breath. It's killing him a little, to be honest. Fucking without kissing just feels wrong. It makes him forget it's you, sometimes, his vision of you sliding out of focus 'till you could be just anyone. And Aki doesn't fuck just anyone. He fucks people he loves.

He loves you. But he can't have you. And he can't even kiss you so he can pretend he has you, if only for a minute. It's just fucking, a tumble of sweating limbs and gasps and grunts, of a thrilling cocktail of pleasure and pain and almost-confessions bitten back at the last second, hidden in the crook of your neck.

Your shitty wooden headboard creaks into the shitty thin bedroom wall, and Aki spends a moment in lucidity to send a silent apology to your neighbours. One arm braces against the wood, flexing with every fast jerk of his hips, and you're under him, eyes clenched shut and meeting his thrusts in a way that has Aki wondering why anyone could think being on top had to mean being in control. He's oiled to your machine, matching the rhythm of your hips and trying not to drown as your back arches up from the sweat-damp sheets, stomach curving into his, one arm holding fast around his neck.

You feel so good he could cry. Not that that would be an irregular occurrence, or anything—he'd practically sobbed the first time you fucked, and back then you'd been all fluttering concern, stopping even though he tried to sputter please, Christ, don't stop, I'll die if you stop, please. He supposes you're kind, in your own way. You'd stroked away his tears and kissed his damp face.

"Aki," you groan, bringing him forcefully back to the present; his dark bangs dangle in his eyes as he looks down at you, mouth agape and head cloudy. "Wh-what's got you so wound up?"

As if you don't know. Aki grits his teeth.

Your hand makes patterns on the damp nape of his neck as his rolling hips slow, as he breathes deep to try and regain a semblance of his dignity. "Loverboooy," you croon up at him, your free hand gripping at the junction between his hip and thigh. Aki grimaces; he hates that nickname. "Talk to me."

Aki glares at you. "You know—I want—you know. St-stop it."

He whimpers somewhere high in his throat as your body tightens around him, free hand coming up to scrub down his face. "D-don't!"

"Sorry, sorry," you laugh. "I'm sorry. Why don't you tell me what you want? Maybe I'm feeling nice."

It feels like a trap, like luring his feelings into the light just to snap a bear trap over them. But Aki wants, he yearns so deeply and desperately that he's just about willing to risk it. "Want to kiss you."

Your eyes gleam. "Do you?" you ask, as if this is news to you.

His arms shake. "Please."

God, he's pathetic. He's so used to being in control, to tailoring every facet of his life meticulously, grooming and tidying and cleaning. He knows the exact amount of calories he should eat per day. He puts his shoes on a rack so he never tracks mud onto the tatami mats. His shower utensils are organised in the order he uses them—shampoo, conditioner, face-wash, scented gel. He likes being in control. He thinks, anyway. You make him reevaluate. You make him reevaluate an awful lot.

You toss your head back against the pillows; you have the audacity to laugh. "Saw you smoking earlier," you tell him, and Aki's stomach goes cold. "Mm... full pack, too. A new one? When'd you buy that."

"Th-that was hours ago." And it's true; when Aki learns you're coming over, he puts his cigarettes in a locked draw and puts the key somewhere difficult to reach. "It won't still taste. I've eaten. I brushed my teeth."

That's just good manners.

"It's the principle of the thing, loverboy," you say, and your hand comes up to his chest and rolls him over. Aki gapes, whining at the loss of contact only to choke on his own voice as you sling a leg over his hips and slide him back into you. Your nails scrape red railroads down the pale skin of his sternum at the stretch, and Aki watches, mesmerised as you start to move, the flex of the muscles in your thighs, the vein bulging in your throat as you toss your head back. He wants to be all over you, a hand on your neck feeling your pulse go berserk for him, his teeth in your skin as proof he was there, nose buried in your hair, dirty and rough and the exact opposite of the way he usually wants you. That is—soft and kind, romantic, slow and heady as syrup.

He wants kisses that taste like tears, whispered confessions into bedsheets. He wants, painfully, the constant assurance he can never ask for. I love you. I love you. Oh, Aki, I love you.

"Kiss me," he gasps instead, writhing against the bedsheets, head thrown back at the brutal pace you set him. He's so close, teeth gritting and muscles locking up but without a kiss it feels cold and incomplete. "Please, please, kiss me, please—"

"You're a brat, Aki," you hiss, and Aki's heart twitches in his chest; he can hear his pulse in his skull. "You ignore the one rule I gave you, and you still think you get to ask for what you want?"

"It's a bullshit rule," he snaps. "I—I can't just, hah, I can't j-just turn it, off, oh, fuck—"

"You okay?" you ask in a fleeting moment of mercy. Aki's eyebrows knit up. "Am I—is it too much?"

Aki shakes his head. "I'm okay," he mumbles pitifully. "I'm close."

"I know, darling," you murmur. "It's okay. I'm gonna give you what you want. And you're gonna give me what I want. Deal?"

"I—I..." Aki chews the inside of his cheek till copper floods his mouth. "I'll try? I'll try, I swear."

You still for a moment. "You mean that?"

Aki nods frantically. "Yes, I—if that's what you want, anything, anything you want, please..."

The beam that breaks out on your face is a million watts. "Aki," you breathe, and finally you lean forward 'till your chest brushes his. Aki can't breathe, transfixed by every swoop of your eyelash and chap in your lip as you lean close. When you speak, you're so close that your lips brush his, and he has to keep every muscle taut to stop himself leaning forward and closing the gap. "Aki, I want you to live a long, happy life. You get that, right? Why I'm doing this?"

He feels his stomach flip, can barely comprehend the words through his dazed mind. His glazed eyes follow you, thunderstruck. "What—what d'you mean?"

"I care about you," you murmur. "I want you to live as long as possible. Want you to stick around with me."

With you? It's a wonder his heart doesn't explode. For a fleeting moment, there exists a future beyond the Gun Fiend, beyond Denji and Power and Nyako, one where he can love you freely. Tears needle at his eyes. It all seems so impossible.

Aki forgets himself, surges up to capture your mouth, but you turn at the last second, planting a kiss to his cheek before focusing on his jaw, his ear, capturing the lobe between your teeth and sucking gently as your hips resume their rhythm. You're faster now, gasping for breath, Aki's hands sliding over the skin of your hips and torso for a lifeline. You tongue at the cords in his neck, the shell of his ear and the sensitive divot just underneath till he's squirming.

Your hands are everywhere—scraping nails across his twitching abdomen, running up the valley between his pecs, tweaking a nipple and pulling. And Aki groans and gasps, every hint of pain from your lovely hands sending him rocketing closer towards the edge. Tears bead at his lashline.

"'M close," he gasps again.

"That's okay, loverboy," you say sweetly, words buzzing against the skin of his throat, and Aki shudders, arching impossibly closer to you. He can feel every nerve in his body sawed open and set alight, impossibly sensitive, boiling with love, and as he comes he buries his face into the crook of your neck with a hoarse cry. Two lone tears streak down his flushed cheeks.

You're not far behind, and Aki wouldn't dream of pulling out, so he squirms and gasps and whines with the prickling of overstimulation as you chase your own high. "Sorry—fuck—you okay?"

"I'm, I'm good," Aki whines. He cracks one steely blue eye open. It stands out against his red skin; he's so flushed as to look sunburnt.

"'M almost, fuck, almost there. Hang on for me?"

Aki raises shaking hands to grip your hips in answer. You laugh between pants, baring down at him.

"That's my boy."

You don't kiss him when you finish, but it's alright. You flop down beside him, taking in deep lungfuls of air, nuzzling your lips to the salt-sweat cooling on his chest. Usually, round about now, Aki would roll to reach his bedside cabinet where his open pack of cigs lay in wait. The lighter is right beside him, open and tempting. He can almost hear the flick of it, the zip of the flame bursting to life, the sizzle of the cherry scorching beneath that controlled flame. The grit of smoke in his mouth and down his throat, emptying his lungs of fresh air.

The pack goes untouched. Aki winds an arm around your shoulders and holds you close, your cheek against his thudding heart.

You don’t kiss him, but it’s alright.

Aki’s not a problem dog.

He's going to earn it.

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[silvvermoon]

Y'know after seeing your prompts and all, I was wondering if you'd ever do a drabble of sub!Aki getting pegged (not requesting anything, just curious)

YES 1000000000000% I AM PEGGING ENTHUSIAST 🥹🥳🙃🙃 I honestly have actually been thinking about it a lot but my brain has been so caught up on dom!Aki that I’ve had to write all the smut for that firstly haha.

I’d love to write like a soft? gentle? sub!Aki getting pegged where it’s his first time with you not being a dom. and Aki’s kinda shy beneath your touch, tries to stifle back the soft gasps that fall out his mouth when you’re biting his neck and pressing in, the head of the dildo barely breaching his entrance and you’re only giving him shallow thrusts, worried that you’ll hurt him because this is new and even with all the lube and prep, aki’s so damn tight. but he relaxes when you press a kiss into his forehead, his cheeks, the tip of his nose. he wants your lips against his while you make him feel so damn full, wants to reach out and pull you in closer until the dildo brushes up against that sweet spot inside him that he’s only ever found with his fingers. and it feels so fucking good just having you be the one to make him feel like this, his eyes tearing up each time your thrusts brush up against his prostate and Aki can’t hold it back, no, he’s drooling precum on his own stomach while letting out soft whines into your mouth and maybe he should feel the tiniest bit of embarrassment at being so desperate for you, but it feels so good that he wants to cry.

Yeah this turned into a drabble im sorry haha but I really wanna write a longer fic for this later!!!! Aki being pegged would look so pretty omfg

[teeth-farie]

The smacking of skin on skin makes Angel sigh in bliss, his hand slowly stroking himself. He would give anything to touch you, but he can’t bear the idea of depleting your life, as strange as a thought that is to him. So, this is the next best option, and who better for it than his dear friend?

Aki grunts, pressing his face into a pillow. You grab his hips, pulling him back to meet your thrusts. His eyes flutter and roll on a particularly good one, sucking in a breath.

“How,” Angel reclines in his chair, rocking on the toy seated comfortably in him. “How do they feel, Aki?” The devil feels like he’s on the edge of his seat just for an answer, heart pounding in his chest.

Aki moans softly, turning his head to free his voice. “Good,” he gasps out, cock throbbing between his legs. “I-it’s good- big and wuh-warm,”

Angel nods stiffly, stroking himself faster at the thought of you splitting him open. He’s smaller than Aki, so it only makes sense that it’d feel even bigger if he got to feel you. Suddenly, the toy he’s riding feels much too inadequate.

Your palm slides down Aki’s lower back, holding him steady as you grab his leg and pull it up. Aki lurches forward against the mattress, your cock digging in deeper. He forfeits any attempt at holding himself up, letting his upper body fall against the softness, and Angel fantasizes what it’d be like to be manhandled like that.

“Watch, Angel. Watch what I’m doing to him.” You say, sweaty and breathless when you look over and lock eyes with the devil. “I want you to imagine it’s you that I’m fucking, can you do that?”

His body speaks for him, his cock leaking a fat glob of precum. He wishes maybe that he could have a bratty remark of some kind ready on his tongue, but he comes up empty. So he nods, slowly as his wide, almost glassy eyes train on your cock steadily pumping in and out of his coworker.

You grin and slap Aki’s ass, relishing the sound of the sharp sting and the yelp that rips from his throat. Angel groans, rutting against his palm.

“Good boy.”

[lemon-muncher]

Hello~~ Can you do Denji and Aki from Chainsaw man with a Y/N male who has a candle wax kink?

I'm gonna assume you want them separate because technically Denji and Aki have a good sized age gap... anyways, ENJOY

Denji

Poor baby was confused when you first lit up the beautiful white candle. He's mind settled for the theory that you just wanted to be romantic or something but the way you smirked at the flickering light set an unsettling in his stomach

Initially freaked out even you tilted the candle over his restrained body. But the second the hot wax hit his abs, he felt ad his all the muscles in his body contracted

Definitely enjoys wax play when the two of you want a more sensual and romantic night rather than your frequent rough play

Likes scented candles! Mostly enjoys sweet smells and the occasional floral. But he can get overwhelmed by smells really quickly so strong smells aren't used often

You know the candle wax melts that look like food on tiktok? DO NOT GET THEM!!! Denji will definitely eat them thinking it's edible. Poor baby will feel so betrayed

Aki Hayakawa

He's a slut for this shit. Lights candles before you can even ask if wants to use them

He was probably the one to who suggested it to you. It took him awhile to ask though, he was embarrassed

Drip wax on him while fucking him in doggy style! It makes his brain turn to mush

Likes floral scents. Either super suttle or extremely intense. Needs to barely smell it under his cigarette smoke or have it completely hide the smell

Wants wax play to be mutual. Wants to pour wax over you while riding your cock, just as much as he wants you to pour it on him while blowing his back out

Get some really nice candles that turn into lotion when the wax melts!!! God he loves it. Massage his thighs with hot wax that moisturizes his skin and he'll pop a boner in no time