#why is aki's taste so good

[meownotgood]

I had a conversation with aki bot about video games... he's super cute... it makes a lot of sense for him to like resident evil I think

[slvttyplum]

as long as you and aki were together, he still got super shy talking about sex and initiating it, so he would do this thing mindlessly where he would slide in between your thighs, rest his head on your thighs, and look at you with those dark blue eyes that only glistened when light shone on them.

rubbing his thumb over your smooth skin as he just stared up at you, expecting you to say something. well, you did eventually, but at first you didn't get why he did this, but as time went on, you caught on to his little shy act and added on to it to tease him.

he was usually blunt any other time, so you took this as your chance for him to stumble over himself, but the outcome was so cuter than you expected that it made you want to keep playing with him, and that's what you did whenever he got needy.

aki always wanted to be inside of you, which was no surprise; anyone who got a taste of you just couldn't get enough, but his case of the blues was whenever he couldn't have your taste on his tongue, whenever he craved you so bad that his dick was starting to hurt because of how stiff it was.

"what is it, baby? unfortunately, i can't read minds." placing your hand on his cheek as your thumb rubbed over his cheek, his face heating up as a light pink slid across his cheeks. his face is inching closer to your core, but your hand is sliding to the front of his face and pushing him back.

"use your words." aki had his pride, and his pride was bigger than the average person, but in this circumstance, he had to push it inside because his body craved you and he couldn't, for an extra second, not have his tongue sliding over your pussy.

"please? please, baby, i need you. its killing me." sliding his hand under himself, palming his dick through his briefs, not breaking eye contact, which made everything sexier. sometimes you didn't want to give in; you wanted to slip your panties off right then and there, but his demeanor wanted you to keep making him beg, have him aching, and even finish in his briefs before he could touch you any further.

he was just so cute that your mouth worked before your body when it came to his teasing, telling him that his begging wasn't even enough to keep going. your tough act broke down whenever you would hear his voice break and crack while he was begging, grinding his hips against the mattress, and his hand sneakingly slid up your thigh more.

when he finally got to have his hand on you, he took advantage of it just like you did his neediness, fucking you and not stopping, not even taking a breath to breathe when his tongue was sliding over your slit and licking on your clit. he was deep inside of you, and that's where he belonged.

making sure you were dripping and making the sheets wet long with having your body react to his every touch and cry and moan his name. the cycle always returned to you having the upper hand and having him whine and whimper for him to be able to touch you, lick you, and especially fuck you.

you thought this was a good way to have him learn how to speak his mind so that he could get what he wanted, but he always fell right into your clutch with that cute blush rushing into his cheeks and his hands gripping your thighs as he begged for you to let him eat you out or just kiss your pussy.

all he wanted was to drown inside of you and hold his head back while is dick was hitting your sweet spot over and over again. sometimes you just felt so good that he thought he was going to die. his heart raced up as he tried his hardest to keep going, but even in the back of his mind, he knew that he couldn't.

[riaki]

ᴄɪɢᴀʀᴇᴛᴛᴇ ꜰᴏʀ ᴛᴡᴏ | ᴀᴋɪ ʜᴀʏᴀᴋᴀᴡᴀ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

syn: as strong-willed as he thinks he is, aki can't help but indulge you every once in a while. he's too weak for you. or, aki shotguns you.

in the past, aki would’ve never admitted to being an addict.

whether it be the cigarettes that are always a few inches away from his twitching fingers, tucked in his pocket— or the alcohol he lets himself indulge in as a sort of tradition he'd treat himself to; a toast to the next day he lives to see, he likes to think his resolve is a little stronger than an itch in his lungs here and there.

still, it's not like he refrains from doing it— his policy is that he's going to end up in the grave soon one way or another, so in his eyes, it's just one rusted nail in the coffin that's a sliver away from being sealed. you’ve complained about it before, but he just can’t rip himself away from the smoke. it’s too bad he can’t turn you pocket sized and carry you around in his palm; you’re a great substitute to the hit of nicotine in terms of soothing his constantly buzzing mind.

his leniency towards those types of things dashes when it comes to you, though. like the breaking foam of waves that crash against a rocky shoreline.

“i said, no.”

aki thought he’d already been firm enough with you the first time, but evidently not. even so, no matter how much you pout and whine— he is not letting you take a drag from his cigarette.

normally, he wouldn’t care. it’s not like he’s never shared one before— he used to steal drags from himeno all the time, until you expressed your disdain and he stopped immediately. it’s not that he doesn’t find your jealousy cute— quite the opposite, in fact. he just doesn’t want you getting any stupid ideas.

you’re certainly not making it easy for him, though.

“come on aki, please?” it’s not uncommon for you to plead like that. since you’ve started dating, aki, or rather, you, have found that the best way to melt his strength of will is to beg.

aki likes taking care of you. it’s in his nature; whatever spirit of a big brother that was left in him after he lost his family gradually nurtured and bloomed in your relationship, especially with someone as… irresponsible as you.

as such, it’s his (self appointed, you’d argue) job to make sure you’re in good health. and he’s very quickly picked up on the fact that learning to say no to you is the one and only lifeline keeping this relationship from drifting off into an irreversible spiral of spoiling you to no end.

in this particular instance, you approached him one morning with a poorly hidden agenda; the balcony door slid open as warmth from the apartment mingled with the chilly early morning breeze. aki was immersed in his newspaper and halfway through a cigarette when you’d spoken up, with the request to ‘have a taste’. he’d immediately said no and left you looking like a sad wet cat on the porch to make breakfast.

he’s regretting that decision thoroughly, now. you won’t stop bugging him, and even though he finds comfort in the sound of your voice, it’s the last thing he wants to hear right now. not because you’re annoying, but that he knows if you say his name in that tone a few more times he’ll fold.

“why not? you do it all the time! i just want to give it a try.” you sighed softly, tilting your head to the side as you lean against the cold marble of the kitchen counter, watching him wash dirty carrots. the vivid green leaves bob up and down beneath the pressure of the sink water as he scrubs them clean, before looking down at you.

“it rots your bones.”

“your bones are fine!”

“i already told you i’m not going to let you. just give it up, love.” he murmurs, turning his attention back to the vegetables in his hands. “cutting board, please.”

you oblige and lean over the counter, grabbing the wooden board from where it leans against the counter wall and hand it over to him. his hands are wet, so you don’t let go until you’re sure he has a firm grip on the board. he uses his other hand to turn the faucet off, droplets clinging to the reflective metal.

“aww, don’t be like that. what’s the harm in just one hit?” you protested, hauling yourself onto the countertop, legs dangling over the edge as your heels hit the cupboards. aki rolls his sleeves up again, revealing the pale bandages on his arms as he shakes the water clinging to his fingers off and grabs a knife and begins to cut into the carrots, dicing them up.

“don’t be stupid.” he scoffs, not looking at you. you watch his arm move up and down with each motion, the thud of the knife hitting the dull cutting board. "i always am." you grumbled under your breath, but he just ignores you.

“you know that’s not how it works. how do you even think people get addicted in the first place, [name]?” he murmurs, holding the carrots in place with two fingers on the leaves.

“it starts with one hit. just one cigarette. and then it turns into one pack, and then some.” he knows the process all too well.

you sigh forlornly, propping your elbows up on your knees and supporting your chin in your hands, kicking your feet in the air as you study the cozy kitchen. the potted plant you’ve been taking care of sits in the corner, tear-shaped leaves drooping beneath the shade of the cupboards. aki’s mug of cold coffee sits on the counter next to the sink, half full and calling your name. it’s the only thing he’s allowed you to be addicted to. and him, of course.

“you’re such a hypocrite.” you grumbled half-heartedly, rolling your eyes before letting your gaze drift to his profile again, studying the slight purse in his lips as he rests one palm over the blunt edge of the knife and cuts with the other one. you’ve always liked watching him cook; he’s good at it, and there’s something grounding in watching him sprinkle pepper and salt over a simmering pot of homecooked stew on a lazy weekend off.

he finally spares you a glance, peering at you through his dark lashes. his silvery blue eyes reflect a soft shine under the glow of the warm kitchen lights.

“i’m not.” he replies, nose wrinkling slightly as you grin in return and raise an eyebrow.

“sure. why don’t you prove it then, aki?” you challenged, leaning forward to stare down at him. even though you’re perched atop the counter, you’re still barely taller than him. not that you mind, though. you both know all of him belongs to you.

aki frowns, before shaking his head. “i don’t need to prove myself to you.” he mutters under his breath, giving you a resigned sigh. his topknot is messier than usual today; probably because you insisted on doing it for him.

he doesn’t even need to look at you to see the pout weighing on your lips; it shows through your voice when you speak again, as he dumps the carrot chunks into a plastic bowl and cleans his knife off on his apron.

“you’re no fun.” you complained, letting your hands fall to the edge of the marble as your fingers curl around the countertop. the sound of the city drifts in through the crack in the balcony door; the sound of trains whizzing by and the bustle of workers on their morning commute filters in through the breeze, a soundtrack to your morning. aki just bites his tongue and sighs.

you’re so lost in your thoughts that you don’t even notice him step away from the cutting board, dumping the carrot bits into a plastic container and leaving the knife behind on the wood to stand in front of you. your knees graze his middle as he reaches behind you, looking for something on the kitchen counter and your breath catches for a moment when he leans in—

until he pulls back again, a pack of cigarettes in his hand. one end of the box is torn, a hole where he taps his finger on the other end and a cigarette slides out, a bundle of drug and addiction. you're about to be excited when you notice the brand label on the blue cardboard— wild raven, the same one himeno smokes. you know it's petty to be upset over such a thing, but that doesn't stop you from pouting like a petulant child (again), crossing your arms over your chest and nudging his shin with your foot.

aki is observant; it's not like he doesn't notice this. he just ignores it in favor of searching for his lighter, leaning over you to reach the elevated shelf of the counter where he last left the lighter you gave him, decked with worn stickers that rubbed off and left papery residue over time. the material is cold against his hands as he rubs his thumb over the cap; the feeling is familiar.

he clears his throat and your attention snaps back to him, like a moth drawn to a lamp. his expression is unreadable, but you try your best to decipher it anyway. you're only able to catch a hint of uncertainty in the slight frown on his lips before he speaks again and you're distracted by his smooth voice.

"i'll make a compromise. come here," he murmurs, tapping his index finger against the film and coaxing a stick out. it slips from the box and he catches it between his fingers, tipping the lid off and thumbing the spark wheel absentmindedly. not enough to strike a flame by any means— but it's enough for fireworks to go off in your gut as you look up at him again and scoot closer on the counter.

"what are you going to do?" you asked curiously, eyeing the cancer stick as he rolls it between his fingers. it slides down his knuckles and he catches it between his middle and index finger, lighting the tip with one swift flick of the lighter.

"you'll see." he answers simply, tearing his gaze off the cigarette to look back at you again as he slots it between his lips. suddenly you're mesmerized; the only thing you can focus on is the curve of his lips and the way the cig balances between them. you hear him breathe in as he leans a little closer to you, standing between your knees as he slowly inhales.

you're mesmerized. there's always been this draw when it comes to aki— something you can't place but that you recognize to be alluring; right now, the only thoughts running through your mind aren't about the cigarette so tantalizing close within your reach like a forbidden apple, or the wet carrot chunks left unattended in the plastic strainer. the only thing on your mind is how close he is, and what he'd taste like if you kissed him right now.

unfortunately for you, there's a stick of paper and drugs blocking your path.

fortunately for you, aki seems to have read your mind.

in one swift motion, he takes his cigarette out his mouth and leans forward, using his free hand to tilt your chin up. he notices the way your lips part like it's muscle memory whenever his own lips are close— it makes him smile; a minuscule, amused twitch of his lips as he exhales the smoke into your mouth. it curls in mini storm clouds like some sort of deathly mouth to mouth, and aki's fingers gently press into your chin to make sure the smoke settles in nicely, trapped between two lovers in a haze.

and before you can even process what just happened, the sensation of his lips pushing hungrily against yours floods your brain, sending a jolt of tingling electricity down your spine as the blaring alarms going off in your brain from the unfamiliar sensation of the smoke are silenced.

a fire spreads through your veins like molten lead as he kisses you, a veil of smoke drifting into the air, curling and snaking about like an oriental dragon made of vapor. it's as if you've been burned by the cherry itself; your cheeks feel hot and you can feel aki's fingers tremble slightly as they find your face, his thumb barely brushing over your cheek gingerly it's as if the slightest hint of pressure might make you vanish into thin air. he tastes like rich coffee and sweet smoke, and something bitter.

you're acutely aware of the way his other arm snakes around your waist, trapping you against the cold marble counter as your teeth graze his bottom lip and his fingers curl into your side. it's something straight out of your wildest dreams until the smoke clogs your throat like cobwebs and you rapidly pull away, coughing as your eyes burn and you cover your mouth. a rare laugh escapes aki's lips, and you shoot him a glare, to which he only ignores, letting it burn away.

it takes you a moment to gather your thoughts as you stare up at his face, pleasantly dusted strawberry red under the glow of the kitchen lights, the tips of his ears pink with a crude mix of want and embarrassment.

"you could've given me a warning next time." is the only thing you're able to get out, the rest of your words dying on your tongue as you cough again to soothe the itch in your throat, rubbing your eyes as you sulk.

it's such a childish thing to do, and yet aki can't help but find it endearing. he's in over his head, and he knows it's far too late to turn back now.

he grabs the ashtray he keeps on the cluttered kitchen counter, smushing the glowing red cherry of the cigarette into the ashtray, extinguishing the life from the ash as it fizzles out, and your hopes go with it.

"wait— you're not gonna do it again?" he glances down at you, blue eyes sharp with a sour expression on his pretty face. it's like you squeezed lemon juice onto his tongue.

"no. like hell i'm letting you get away with more," he says firmly, shaking his head as he steps away from you again. he has a sixth sense for when you're about to complain, so he puts a hand over your mouth to stop the noise from escaping before you can start.

even with the way you're glaring daggers at him, just the fact that you can stand to look at him after he violated your personal space like that makes his chest constrict. it's as if his heart is trying to burrow out of his chest and find its way into your palm. he looks away again to hide the flush on his face.

even then, it was a mistake to keep his fingers over your mouth, because he can feel the very instant your lips curve into a soft, doting smile that only worsens this touchy predicament he's found himself in.

"pleeeeease, aki?" even though your voice is barely audible, it's too much, and you can tell. before he can even blink, he finds himself staring up at you with his chin on your chest and your fingers tangled in his hair, newly loose with his hairtie around your wrist. it would've been cute if not for the shit-eating grin on your smug face.

aki groans and hides his face in your shirt, reluctantly letting you pull him closer. as much as he'd like to ignore the effect you have on him and continue preparing a warm lunch for the two of you, his willpower has melted away like the wax on a candle, no fight left in him to protest as you press a kiss to the top of his head.

"you're too much." he grumbles irritably, voice muffled.

you only smile, and although he can't see it, he can hear it when you speak, and it makes his heart pound wildly between his rotting lungs.

"you love me." and he hates how you don't even realize just how right you are.

aki doesn't consider himself a hopeless romantic. but if there's one thing to ever be addicted to, you're it.

[nakachuchu]

Time to Eat | Denji (nsfw)

part one

SYNOPSIS: You make good on your promise to Denji.

READER: female

INCLUDES: (first time) cunnilingus, fingering, praise, female-focused, slight femdom, soft hair pulling

WORDS: 1112

WRITTEN: 11/29/2022

NOTE: This happens in a timeline where Makima does not exist. Also, I have never read the manga so if something does not make sense, then oops! There is a part two with Aki!

"Denji," you called out softly, drawing his attention to you. You leaned in and cupped your hands over his ear. "If you kill the Gun Devil, I'll let you eat it."

"Eat what?" he asked out loud, drawing the group's attention to the two of you.

You moved one hand and trailed a finger up and down his thigh, then grazed his cock through his pants. He went still, face turning red.

"Eat me out," you whispered.

Within a matter of seconds, he was running and bouncing off the walls, trying to kill the Gun Devil.

You found it rather amusing. When the promise of a woman's body was mentioned to Denji, he would stop at nothing to obtain it. You should applaud him, really.

"Y/N-san, you're not serious, are you?" Aki questioned.

You shrugged. "I don't see why not. A girl's gotta have fun sometimes."

Himeno threw an arm over your shoulders, drawing you in to rest the side of her head against yours. "You sly whore."

Aki had a distasteful look on his face and clicked his tongue before looking away. He didn't enjoy the thought of you selling your body away so that the Gun Devil could get eradicated.

The promise you made with Denji was on hold after he passed out after his battle with the Gun Devil. But when he woke up four days later, the first thing he thought of was your promise.

In the dead of night, you went over to his apartment — which was really Aki's apartment — since you didn't like many people knowing where you lived.

You weren't wearing the usual uniform that people saw you in at work, which made Denji even more nervous as you stood in the middle of his room with a tank top and jeans on. The moonlight was pouring in from the open window, casting the room in a brilliant dark blue.

He gulped from his place on the bed as you unzipped your jeans and pulled them down, kicking them off your feet and across the room.

"Move," you said.

He scrambled to get off the bed, twisting around the sheets and nearly smacking face-first into the floor.

You chuckled and crawled onto his bed, then stacked up his pillows to lean on them. You took off your panties and threw them at Denji, who immediately lunged for them. You were only wearing a tank top with no bra, and you had no intention of letting Denji touch your tits because that wasn't part of the deal.

You opened your legs and reached down to spread your pussy with your fingers. Denji's eyes widened and he crawled onto the bed, eyes trained on your pretty cunt.

"Have you ever done this before?" you asked.

He shook his head, unable to form words.

You tapped your clit with your finger. "You lick and suck here." Then, you slid your finger up and down, teasing the entrance of your pussy. "You can stick your tongue in here too or use your fingers. Got it?"

He nodded vigorously and hooked his arms around your thighs, bringing you close and tight to him as he leaned down to your wet pussy.

He could barely contain himself. His senses were going into overload. Even after your explanation, he still had no clue what he was doing.

He sniffed your pussy, making you wriggle around in embarrassment. It was a scent that was unlike any other.

He groaned. "You smelled so good."

He licked a stripe up your clit, making you shudder. And that one lick sent him into a frenzy. He was an absolute ravager on your clit.

Denji was sloppy and messy, slobbering all over your clit and pussy, but you took it as a compliment — a compliment that felt great.

He was devouring you as if you were his last meal on Earth, never taking breaks between his lips. He was dead focused on tasting you and making you feel good.

You loved watching him eat your pussy, tongue flicking up and down, side to side before his lips would attach to your puffy clit to suck on them.

Remembering what you said about fingers, he moved one arm back to stick a finger inside your wet cunt. He curled it, noticing how your body twitched in response.

He repeated the process of curling his finger inside of you while slobbering his tongue over your clit and sucking.

Your legs were quivering, and you threw your head back and closed your eyes to savor the moment. You could hear the sounds of Denji messily lapping up your juices, slurping and sucking like he had been dehydrated for days.

Denji’s eyes flicked up, zeroing in on your breasts. He could see your perky nipples through your thin tank top, and he swore they were begging to be released from the confines of your cotton tank top.

His other hand slithered up your stomach, and you opened your eyes to look down and pinch the back of his hand. He unlatched his mouth from your clit to scowl.

“Tits weren't part of the deal,” you murmured lazily. “No touching,” you said as you lifted your tank top.

Your tits bounced back and you teased Denji by fondling them, rolling your nipples between your fingers. He frowned but got back to work on your clit.

You moaned and began rocking your hips against his face, craving his hot and slender tongue.

Denji still couldn't believe he was losing his oral virginity to you. You were undeniably hot, and he wished he could take a photo of you from his angle: legs spread apart with gorgeous tits up ahead.

Your breath hitched. “Right there, Denji. Fuck, right there. Good boy.”

He immediately got a burst of energy, an invisible tail wagging eagerly behind him as he picked up the pace. He used one hand to push your thigh up and slid a second finger into your pussy, curling them against your slick walls.

Your back arched, hand shooting out to grip his hair as you rocked your hips against his face to ride out your orgasm.

“F-Fuck, good boy,” you moaned.

You knew he wouldn't stop if you didn't pull his face out from your pussy. You sat up and pulled him up by his hair, then leaned forward to kiss him.

Your tongue massaged his tongue, and when you pulled away, a string of your cream and saliva attached to your lips.

“That's for killing the Gun Devil,” you whispered. “Good job, Denji.”

Aki stood outside on the balcony with a cigarette between his fingers, an irked expression on his face.

[notiddygxthgf]

𝙄'𝙈 𝘽𝙀𝘾𝙊𝙈𝙄𝙉𝙂 𝙍𝙄𝘿𝙄𝘾𝙐𝙇𝙊𝙐𝙎. 𝘐'𝘔 𝘓𝘖𝘚𝘐𝘕𝘎 𝘏𝘖𝘗𝘌. 𝘏𝘖𝘗𝘌 𝘖𝘍 𝘞𝘏𝘈𝘛? 𝘊𝘖𝘕𝘝𝘐𝘕𝘊𝘐𝘕𝘎 𝘈 𝘔𝘈𝘙𝘙𝘐𝘌𝘋 𝘞𝘖𝘔𝘈𝘕 𝘛𝘖 𝘽𝙍𝙀𝘼𝙆 𝙃𝙀𝙍 𝙑𝙊𝙒𝙎?

Marriage had its highs and lows, and you told yourself you were content - But a trip back to Public Safety's Tokyo sector opens up new feelings and introduces a tempting dilemma: a charming Lieutenant Captain who'e determined to have you at all costs.

❝ Say it louder, say it louder. Who's gonna love you like me? Say it louder, say it louder, who's gonna touch you like me? Ooh, said you wanna be good but you couldn't keep your composure. Ooh, come over, ooh, Sayin' Who's gonna fuck you like me? I don't wanna hurt you, but you live for the pain. I'm not try'na say it but it's what you became. You want me to fix you, but it's never enough. That's why you always call me, 'cuz you're scared to be loved. But I'll always be there for you, I'll always be there for you, I'll always be there for you, girl, I have no shame. (Shame!) ❞ —The Weeknd, Shameless

╔═.✾. ════╗

▷ arrival in tokyo

▷ dance with me

▷ obsessed

▷ taste like nicotine

▷ murderer

▷ troublemaker

▷ behave

╚════.✾. ═╝

ᴺᴼᵂ ᴾᴸᴬᵞᴵᴺᴳ : sept 15, 2024

cw/tags: hakakawa aki/reader , hayakawa aki x reader, himeno, denji, makima, power, kishibe, others idk, forbidden love, coworkers to lovers, but she's married, based loosely off of; ANNA KARENINA , but without the cautionary tales and just the sexiness, eventual smut, resolved sexual tension, sexual content, explicit sexual content, unsafe sex lol, implied/referenced cheating, excessive drinking, which leads to bad decisions, like aki might be an addict, he's also, addicted to youuu, feral!aki, obsessive behavior, he wants her so bad, she also wants him though so its ok, we all want him though, extramarital affairs, which i do not condone btw, except just this once, bc aki is not the one being cheated on, implied/referenced abuse, au - nothing bad happens and everyone is happy , coping, tags are hard, just read it it'll be sexy i promise, slow burn, oral sex, cigarette confessions, anna karenina ff.

[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.."

[peachsayshi]

minors & ageless blogs dni 

aki hayakawa x female reader

tw: somno (consensual); smut 

a/n: don’t mind me, just dipping my toes outside of my usual content. 

thinking about sleepy aki...with a towel wrapped around his waist because he’s fresh out the shower. he finds you snuggled up in his bed, and let’s the towel drop. he looks at you with nothing but warmth in his eyes, as his hand mindlessly reaches to stroke his cock. he just loves you so fucking much - you’re his home, his salvation - that it actually hurts because he can’t imagine a world without you anymore.

he positions himself by your side, scooping one arm underneath you to pull you closer to his frame. he kisses your cheek as he sighs with content, then pulls up his oversized shirt that you’re wearing to take in the sight of your semi-naked body. 

two knuckles glide up the outline of your thigh, and he spreads it with his hand to get a better view of your lacy underwear. he lightly squeezes your waist before moving to cup your breast that’s been blemished with his love bites. he traces over the marks tenderly to capture the memories, proud of the imprints that he’s left on your skin. your taut nipples poke against the air, but you’re still lost to your dreams that you don’t notice when he flicks his tongue over one nipple before gently taking it between his teeth while he rubs the other bud between his thumb and index finger. 

he’s so grateful that you let him do this, that you’ve given him the permission to have your body as he freely desires. that’s why you sleep naked so often, and it’s purely to satisfy his insatiable lust towards you. 

he guards your vulnerability, your trust, more than anything else in this world. 

he hears you mumble his name, your voice so fucking pretty that he wants to taste it off your tongue. his free hand slips under the band of your underwear, and he groans out a “fuck” against your chest when his touch meets the arousal pooling against the fabric. he slides two fingers in with ease and softly pumps them back and forth. 

your body stretches out as your lashes flutter open, he can feel your hand thread through the back of his hair, your nails lightly scratching his scalp before you curl your digits around the dark strands. 

“hi, baby” he whispers calmly, as he smoothly shifts his arm away from underneath you to adjust his position. 

you dreamily moan back, “hello...” 

he finds himself crawling on top of you, his gaze focusing on your underwear as he hooks his middle and index finger underneath the delicate material to tug it aside. 

he presses the tip of his cock against your slit, tucking his bottom lip between his teeth before sliding in. his brows furrow, and he tenses his jaw while your toes curl from the sensation of him stretching you out. he makes sure you take in every inch before groaning with approval feeling you pulse around him. 

your arms reach out for him and he falls into your embrace, keeping your chest to his own.  

“you smell good,” you murmur with a kiss to his shoulder as your heavy eyes fall close. 

“you feel good,” he whispers, and the weight of his day lifts off him when he grinds deep into your cunt. 

“I-ah...missed you...” you pant from the soft rut of his hips, and he’s kissing you along your collarbone and up your neck until his lips finally meet yours. 

he’s keeping your body grounded for him, his dick sinking in and out of your sopping cut until he finally responds with a broken whimper. 

“m-missed you too,” he replies with a strained voice, “couldn’t resist my pretty girl. so, so...pretty...”

“nh..ah...m’tired...but...don’t feel like sleeping anymore...” 

he kisses your forehead, “that so? I’ll make you feel really good then, m’kay?” 

“uh-huh,” you nod, before slowly drifting into an inebriated state from his sensual love making. 

[flowerbetweenfangs]

Cream Filling: Chapter Six

CW: Alcohol Consumption.

This is part of an ongoing series, you can read the previous part here.

Chapter Text

It was odd seeing the restaurant when it was set up as a bar.

Elle hadn’t been in the building post nightfall since her interview with Ramses. 

Wrecks had stressed it was casual, everyone just there to unwind. 

When she pulled open the door, the soft rock music rumbled through the air, paired with a strange scent that made her nose itch. The lighting was mellow, glinting off the glasses across multiple tables. There were a few dishes, filled with half-eaten food on the tables. 

A few sticks of incense were at the tables, propped up in ashtrays. Something about it brought a wave of calm over Elle. 

“Hey, Rookie! You made it.” Horac waved before leaning over a pool table, sinking what sounded like multiple balls. The antlered bartender stood opposite him, patiently holding a cue. 

Elle smiled, giving a wave. Everyone seemed to be in jeans and either a T-shirt or the equivalent. She felt a little overdressed in her… dress. 

It wasn’t too fancy: solid green with a drawstring top. There had been too much time spent in the bathroom mirror, agonizing over if she would wear the charm or not. 

She’d ultimately decided not to. After all, these weren’t random customers breezing in and out, but people she’d worked with (or at least were under Ramses) so… 

Trusting them seemed like the best idea. 

Aki and Wrecks were playing darts, with the cat boy looking more and more frustrated with the drider’s accuracy. 

“You’ve gotta be cheating!” He protested, tail thrashing back and forth. “I thought you said that you’d never played!” 

“It’s not cheating if you’re just naturally good.” Wrecks smirked, before giving a nervous wave to Elle. She returned it, wondering what skills he had learned that would possibly transform into the ability to throw darts well. 

“Bah!” Aki frowned, before looking at her hopefully. “Miss Shepard, you want in on the next game?” 

“Maybe in a little bit.” Elle smiled. 

Ramses was behind the bar, mixing drinks. He was wearing his vest and button-up shirt. It figured the boss wouldn’t dress down with the rest of them. Elle wondered if he truly got a day off. 

“Glad you made it.” He dropped down, before coming up with various glass bottles. They had some sort of bright green tape on them. “HF” was written on it in marker. 

“I mean, you invited me, so why not?” Elle smiled, before becoming serious. “Don’t give me anything too strong, I need to drive home.” 

“Of course.” Taking a glass, Ramses began to mix the contents of two bottles together. Elle noticed he was wearing gloves, much similar to the pair Wrecks had given her for the catering order. She grimaced at the thought of what would happen when he took them off. 

 “We’ll start you off with rum and cola, yeah?” He made sure to go heavy on the cola. “And don’t worry about paying. Drinks and food are free tonight.” 

Her favorite kind. One step above “cold”. 

Horac came over, walking the pool cue next to him. “Can I get some scotch? Or is Elle the only one allowed to drink the “human-friendly” batch?” 

“Fine fine.” Ramses started to pour another glass. “Just leave some for her, eh?” 

“Please!” Elle snorted, sipping her drink. “I don’t drink normally anyway, so don’t worry.” 

The flavor was rich. She smacked her lips, brows coming together. It tasted… Weird. But not bad. Not the usual sugar-loaded sweetness she expected from it. 

“Looks like you got the organic crap,” Horac remarked as he swished around his drink. 

“If you don’t like it, more for Elle,” Ramses remarked, casually mixing something and setting it down. 

“You’ve got enough here to run a second bar! I’ll need three new livers before I can drink this all.” Elle protested as she nursed her drink. It tasted terrible, but there was extra rum, so she wouldn’t care about the flavor before too long. 

“I told you to buy the normal ones.” A legion of voices purred, a dark arm with tapered fingers reaching over her. Elle spun around on her stool to see the Bartender. Even in his band tee and jeans, he still was handsome. 

And having him leaning over her, almost pressing on her knees… 

“But you insisted only the best.” He took the freshly prepared drink, a long tongue lapping it up. 

Elle felt her cheeks flush at the thought of what such a thing could do. She tried to hide her squirming, cheeks feeling like they were on fire. 

“Anymore lip outta you, Chorus,” Ramses started, before chuckling and turning to Elle.

“Bah. You at least like it, right?” 

His crooked smile showed off those fangs. And Elle suddenly felt a desire for them to be at her neck. 

Ugh… Why did she work with so many hot men? 

At this rate, she was going to have to start downing a few more drinks to justify the blush creeping to her cheeks. 

Stop it, Elle. He’s your boss. Don’t put him in a bad spot… Again. 

“It’s the best price you could offer.” She set the half-empty glass down. “I will never complain about a gift.” 

Ramses rolled his eyes, but the smile didn’t fade. 

God, why does he have to be so hot!?

Standing up, she decided to distract herself and sauntered over to the dart game. Her sightly bow-legged walk could be blamed on the alcohol, right? 

“Oh, good.” Aki flitted behind Elle. “Please tell me you have a circus background and can throw knives or something?” 

“Sadly, not.” Elle picked up a dart, rolling it between her fingers. “Wrecks, go easy on him.” 

“He won’t let me!” The drider protested as he collected his darts, before stepping away from the board. 

“I have to have some degree of pride!” The Cat Man protested. “Let Miss Shepard be my proxy.” 

“No pressure.” Elle stared at the board. It seemed to stretch out so far, yet so close. “Just don’t bet anything you’re not willing to lose.” 

After a few test throws, Elle was confident that she did not, in fact, have a secret talent for throwing sharp objects at targets. When the darts actually hit the board, they were barely on the edge. Several thumped against the wall or took a nosedive before even getting close. 

“Well, now you know who to take to the carnival to play that balloon game. Win yourself an asbestos-riddled teddy bear.” Horac snarked, racking up the pool balls again. 

The next dart Wrecks threw went way off target, sticking into the wall instead. 

“Please don’t damage the property if you can help it,” Ramses called out, with the same nonchalant tone as if he’d told them the specials for the night. 

“Sorry, Ram.” Wrecks went to get the dart, having to give a hearty tug to dislodge it from the wall. Elle was amazed that a piece of the wood didn’t come with it. He muttered something about Horac and meddling, before going to stand behind the line. 

Elle prepared to throw the last dart. The little she’d drank hadn’t been enough, she needed to be a little more inebriated if she was going to play games like this.

Oh come on, you’ll be in a foursome on stage in front of a bunch of strangers jerking off, but this is what has you flustered? 

Then again, that was the difference. She would never see the strangers again. And they had at least provided her a mask. Plus, “Miss Lamb” was different from Elle. A honeypot, a creation of Ash to create the perfect trap.

And with Cadence… He understood. 

Right?

Aki’s tail brushed against her, the end swatting the hem of her dress, and Elle realized how close they were standing. He was staring… So intently at the board. 

His pupils were completely blown, ears disappearing into his hair with how flat they were laid. A warm hand rested on her shoulder, nails barely tracing her bare collarbone. She could feel his heartbeat thudding between her shoulders. 

The ache started, and Elle bit down on her lip before something came out that would get everyone’s attention. It seemed like all the demons in the room had made it their mission to fluster her 

“One more.” Aki insisted, sounding dazed. “I’m sure you’ll get it this time.” 

“Nekokuro, do I have to get a spatula to dislodge you from Shepard?” Wreck asked, raising a brow. 

Cool air rushed over Elle’s skin as Aki stepped back, sputtering an apology. 

“It’s fine,” She waved it off. “I wasn’t throwing anything, so it’s okay.” And she was grateful that Wrecks was quicker on all six of his feet than she was on hers. 

Her legs shook as she took aim. And when the dart left her hand, there was no force behind it. 

Then, she felt it. With the snap of magic, something was visible, warping the air in front of her, a shadow rolling over the dart. It was gone just as quickly, but the projectile was back on track and soared into the center of the board hard enough to shake it. 

“Um…” Wrecks looked ready to comment again but instead cleared his throat, the silence falling around them as tension began to rise. “So I guess we’ll give that one to you.” 

Elle slowly turned around to see Aki, who seemed dazed. 

“Aki?” She waved a hand in front of his face, and he shook his head, the blush now gone from his cheeks. 

“I… Think I’m going to call it here. Don’t want to be handling things like this if I get a few more drinks in me.” He was cheery, but Elle could sense a bit of fear in his words. 

“Did Ramses ever tell you about the time he first put the charm on the loft in place?” Chorus asked, walking over and breaking up the group.  

“Not this story.” Ramses groaned. “I’m not a mage, and I had just learned how to draw the runes needed.” 

He refilled Chorus’ glass, before making one for himself, sliding the first down the bar to the demon, who took it. 

“I thought all demons could do some degree of magic.” Aki’s tail briefly formed a question mark, brows raising. 

“Doing and being good at are not the same thing,” Ramses insisted. “I was never a good student compared to my brothers. Not the worst, mind you, but far from the best. I prefer devices that can do it for me. And why I hire you all to work for me instead of doing all the heavy lifting myself.”

Brothers? Well, it made sense. Elle found her mind drifting, wondering if they all looked like Ramses, or… 

“Forty years ago, when the first Hellmouth had cracked open…” Chorus laughed, the many layering voices making Elle’s hair stand on end and derailing her train of thought before it pulled into the ‘brothers gangbang fantasy’ station. 

Forty years? Elle was reminded how everyone in this room, minus Horac, was all probably old enough to be her Grandfather. Maybe an ancient ancestor. A mayfly amongst dragons, as some would say. She went over to the bar again, sitting in front of Ramses. 

Without a word, he began to mix her another drink. 

“You had Mr. Pendragon over here decide he was going to try and keep people who got too tipsy and handsy from going up the steps to fool around-” 

“That was not the only reason,” Ramses interjected. “There was also a lot of drinks and plates being left up there.” He turned to Elle, opening his mouth to say more, but closed it. 

She thought there was a bit of a blush between his scales, but it could have just been the red of his vest bringing it out. 

“So anyway… He doesn’t realize you have to be out of the circle before you drop the spell unless you want to be caught up in it. I’m in the basement, and I hear this loud WHAM.” Chorus slammed a fist into his open palm.

“I come rushing up, thinking Mammon himself has nestled on top of the building. And I see Ramses slowly sliding down the front window, crap from his arms making it look like he had the inkiest-” 

“I told you the glass was worth it!” Ramses interrupted, before changing the inflection of his voice. “Get the cheaper glass, Ramses, no one’s going to try anything in the Mammon district, Ramses…” 

“Well, you got your wish when that pack of Werebears showed up and you had to call backup…” 

More stories spilled out, and drinks and food were consumed. From hilarious to serious. 

Soon, they had gravitated around the bar, laughing and reminiscing. The tension had dropped, the violent dart throw forgotten. 

Aki had taken up the stool next to Elle, legs swinging as he took in everything. It felt… Odd not being the new employee anymore. She wondered if that had anything to do with why he was sitting closer to her. Maybe there was an unspoken kinship? 

Oh, you wouldn’t mind sitting closer to him, maybe on his lap while-

Elle blinked rapidly, crossing her legs and shifting. Sober thoughts were well on their way to becoming drunken words. She set her glass down. 

“So I’m pinned to the wall by a Drider,” Wrecks explained, taking a swig from his bottle. “And I hear the door open. I’m thinking, “Oh thank Arachne, Horac is coming to rescue me.” But nope.” He moved his index and middle finger up his arm to indicate walking. “Here comes Shepard, one third the size of Calamity-” 

“I was easily half!” Elle interjected, feeling rather warm, and emboldened. Yes, it was time to stop with the alcohol. “Calamity was not that big!” 

Although knowing that Wrecks had fond memories around that time did make her feel somewhat giddy. She found herself trying to hold back laughter, but a few giggles tittered out. 

She could see the collective “Okay, time to cut her off ” look shared between the others. 

Aki snorted. “I’m trying to imagine you in the maid outfit trying to be intimidating.” His tail swished lazily back and forth, ears perking up as he took another bottle and poured himself a shot. “You’re easily the smallest one here, and you had to rescue him?”  

“Don’t go treating him like a wimp!” Horac interjected, “You shoulda seen him his first day, all the bravado and rep from the Underdark. Had three lamias come in and try to start trouble. This kid.” He patted Wrecks’ leg closest to him. 

“Just skittered right up to them and… I dunno what you said, but seeing three grown snake men about to wet themselves was a great way to start the day.” He laughed with vigor. 

Wreck scratched the side of his nose. “Oh, that. I am amazed I didn’t get jumped later.” The blush of intoxication was creeping up his cheeks. 

“The naivety of youth.” Ramses shrugged. “We all think we’re invincible at one point.” He tilted a bottle in the direction of Aki. “If I recall, I had to rescue you twice over when Tanpopo pissed off someone he couldn't run from and threw you under the bus.” 

Aki groaned, running a hand through his hair. “Don’t remind me. Those clubs oni swing around can do some damage. If I had nine lives, I’m sure I lost four that day.” He shuddered. “I don’t even know how he got ahold of that fruit, it’s banned in like… six of the seven districts!” 

Elle nearly choked on her drink at the mention of the Kitsune and fruit. 

Although she was sure of the berry in question, she had to bite her lips from slipping into that story. The words soaked into her lips, trying to spill out past them. 

Focus on not saying something you’ll regret. Get him to do the talking. 

“You know Foxy?” The three words were a chore to push out. And once they were out, she instantly regretted it, emotions swirling around, her mind too foggy to decide on which one to latch onto. 

Aki gave a quick nod, looking over at Ramses, a slight bit of anger flickering across his features. The primal energy coiled through his muscles, and Elle worried he was about to hop over the bar and attack the demon. 

Instead, he tapped the neck of his bottle to the shot glass, making sure to get every drop, before picking it up and holding it above his head, toward the center of the odd semi-circle they’d made. The anger was gone quickly as it arrived, but there was still a hunter’s glint in the yokai’s eyes.

“To new beginnings. And another successful year at Ramses’ Brew, eh?” The smile didn’t quite reach his eyes, but everyone lifted their drinks up and gave a half-hearted cheer, before downing their respective beverages. 

Horac spoke first, checking his watch in an exaggerated gesture and giving a theatric yawn. 

“I don’t know how the night crew does it, but it’s barely past nine and I am beat. ” He slipped off the barstool, pointing to Chorus. “Next time, you’ll have to show me how to do that trick shot.” 

“If I teach you, then it’s no longer a trick.” Chorus shot back, before the two shared a laugh. 

Clapping the Boarman on the back, Chorus walked him out the door, their chatter continuing into the night. 

“I should probably get going too.” Wrecks sighed, rubbing his face. “If I stay up too much later, then I’ll be exhausted when I come into work.” He grabbed his coat off the rack, giving them all a polite nod, before exiting the bar himself. 

Elle looked back and forth between Aki and Ramses, feeling the tension in the room start to rise again.  

“Well, I suppose that’s the cue to lock up for the night.” Ramses finally said, breaking the silence. “Thank you both for coming and I hope to see you here again next year.” 

Aki grunted, slipping off the stool. “Thanks, Mr. Sesbrun.” He paused, licking his lips. 

The corner of his mouth twitched, anger and gratitude warring on his face. 

At first, Elle thought the lights were flickering, before she realized it was a strange fog coming off the cat man. 

“For everything.” Then, it was gone. Despite the smile, there was venom in the last two words. But without another word, he was picking up his coat and shouldering it, giving a wave and exiting the bar. 

Elle swallowed, the sight sobering her up. She looked at the glass in front of her, sliding it away. 

“Thanks, Ramses.” She hoped her words sounded steady. The fog around her mind started to lift. 

“Thank you, Elle.” He said, taking the glass. “I know this time hasn’t been… Easy, but I appreciate you being here all the same.” 

“Well, there’s no better boss in the world.” Slipping off the stool, she went and slipped on her jacket. 

“Elle.” Ramses called, not looking up from her discarded glass. 

“Yes?” She swallowed hard. 

“I mean it.” 

She smiled. “I know you do.” 

Once she was outside the bar, it locked behind her. Magic sprung up, and Elle felt a rush of energy in the air, before the lights dimmed. 

Ash couldn’t replace this, no matter how much he played to her darkest desires. 

Going to her car, she paused at the sight of Aki leaning against the wall, facing away from her. The image of him braced against the stone, weak and shaking flooded back into her mind. Slowly, she approached him, but kept her distance.

“Aki? You alright?” 

Slowly, he turned around, expression somber. “Sorry if I scared you.” 

“I… It’s…” She paused, not sure if she should question which specific instance he was referring to. “I just was worried for a minute. It seemed like Ramses poked at an old wound.” 

“I know logically it wasn’t on purpose, but emotionally…” He lifted his hand and wiggled it. “It’s… Tough. I’m the new guy, and I know, and everyone really, doesn’t like me… Especially Ramses.” 

“I’m sure he does,” Elle interjected. “He just… Has an interesting way of showing it. I’m sure Wrecks likes you too, he’s just… That way with everyone.” And probably a little intimidated from the weird dart throw. 

“And Horac… He’s a dad. His mind’s always on his family.” She didn’t want to speak for Chorus, but she was sure the Legion Demon fell into the same boat. He at least seemed cordial, and if he was Ramses’ oldest friend, then there had to be some degree of trust and respect between the two. 

“Still… I need to be better, I didn’t want you to be scared of me.” He paused. “So… That’s it I guess. Sorry if it feels like I ambushed you, but it was going to be ringing in my head unless I said something.” He swallowed. “Being… A little buzzed isn’t an excuse to go flying off the handle like that.”  

“It’s appreciated.” Elle licked her lips. “We’ve all done stupid things, but what we do now is what matters, yeah?” 

Aki scoffed, before catching himself and slowly nodding. “Right… But I’ve got… A lot of mistakes to make up for.” 

Another demon. Another few decades, maybe even centuries of sinning. Elle swallowed. 

We’re not all sinners.

Looking around, Elle realized her car was the only one in the parking lot. “Are you going to walk home by yourself in the dark?” 

Aki arched a brow. “I mean… Yeah?” He held up a hand, showing slightly longer than normal nails, sharpened to a point. “I’m a lot tougher than I look.” 

The same nails that she’d imagined teasing-

No. Not the time. Focus! 

“Well, you’ve been drinking.” 

“So have you!” He chuckled. “Man, now I know you waltzed right up to the Lady Drider.” He mumbled something else under his breath, but it was hard to make out. 

Elle shook her head, stifling a laugh. “Look, you shouldn’t be walking home by yourself anyway. I’m sure this place is safer than most areas, but still.” The anger was completely gone from him, and Elle wondered if it looked worse than it was.  

“Is this your way of saying you like me too?” A grin tugged at Aki’s lips, his tail whipping back and forth, ears alert. 

“Sure.” Elle gestured to her car. “Behold. The chariot awaits.” 

Aki slid into the passenger seat. The heater kicked on, and to Elle’s surprise, he laid his head against the dashboard. There was a strange rumbling. It traveled all the way to the steering wheel, making her let it go. 

At first, Elle thought it was the engine acting up, but then she realized it was the Cat Man purring.  

Oh no. She could feel her heartbeat quicken. Shifting in the seat, she cracked the window, hoping a bit of cool air would help combat the illicit thoughts now racing through her head. Now she was sure she could do every sobriety test backward. 

“Lean back and buckle up.” She said sternly. “I don’t want you going through the windshield if we’re in a crash.” That would be a way to end the night for sure. 

And I want you to stop playing into my fantasies! 

“What, all 25 miles an hour we’ll be going?” He stayed hunched over the dashboard. “Empty streets in the Mammon district, the only thing we’ll hit is either the Police or the Guardians out late.” 

“Aki,” Elle said sternly. “My car, my rules.” 

Sighing, Aki straightened and put on the belt, but extended his arms and rested his hands over the heating vents. His fingers wiggled, and Elle wondered if he was a lot more drunk than she thought, or if he was just that much of a feline. 

Still, he was belted, so Elle pulled out of the parking lot. Once she turned onto the street, the lights in the restaurant finally went out. At least when driving, she had to focus on the area around her. 

“Miss Shepard,” Aki said as they drove down the strip, the streetlights flickering. “You’re playing a dangerous game, working here.”

“I may be,” Elle admitted. “But I’ve got friends here who wouldn’t let anything bad happen.” Although come next shift, she would be wearing the charm again. 

“Friends.” Aki prodded. “So… You and Wrecks?” 

“What about me and Wrecks?” Elle raised a brow. 

“You guys are a…” He raised his pinkie at her. “You know?” 

“Friends….?” Elle drug out the word, feeling her cheeks heat up. 

“Oh!” Aki’s own cheeks were red as he sputtered. “Sorry, I just thought with the spider necklace… And the gloves…” 

Horac’s outburst probably didn’t help. Inwardly, Elle groaned and felt her stomach flutter. 

She shook her head. “No! Nothing like that. Wrecks just likes making things.” She couldn’t look at him. “He and I are just friends. Horac was just teasing him when he said we were flirting and-” 

She paused, realization slowly coming over her. 

“Wait, why do you want to know?” 

“Er, well…” It was Aki’s turn to be flustered. “I just didn’t want to jump to any conclusions or try and-” He inhaled sharply. “Never mind.” 

“You’re a little drunker than you let on, huh?” Elle didn’t mind giving him an out. Inhibitions lowered, the proximity, all the laughing and friendliness from earlier…

Oh no, now she was doing it. She needed to be the responsible party. 

They pulled into an apartment complex, a bit more run-down than what Elle would have expected from the Mammon district. It was better than her building but compared to the sparkling and brand new architecture of the rest... 

Aki stared ahead, hands continuing to rest on the heating vents. Slowly, he went to unlock the door, before dropping his hand. 

“Elle.” He said softly. “Do you… Have anyone waiting for you back at your place?” 

“N-no,” She looked at the steering wheel. Was this where the night was heading? It wasn’t a bad way to end things. Certainly better than the empty restaurant. But…

 “Aki. You’re nice. But you’re drunk. If we do something, it’s me taking advantage.” Responsible. Yes. 

“I’m not that drunk.” He insisted. “Look, if you don’t want to do anything, it’s fine. But… If you want to, I’m sober enough.” 

Elle arched a brow. 

“Could a drunk guy do this?” Throwing open the car door, he took a few nimble steps away, turning on his heel, putting one arm to his waist, and bowing dramatically. 

Then, he suddenly leaped in the air, flipping backward and landing on his hands, holding the position. His tail lashed around, but he stayed statue still. His legs rocked, and he finished the flip, landing on his feet. 

Then, his legs buckled, and he rolled backward. Springing up by his hands again, he flipped to a light post and swung around it, knees bent. 

“Aki!” She yelled, getting out of the car and running over. “You’re going to fall!” 

“I find your lack of faith a little insulting!” Aki called out as she walked over and grabbed his leg, stopping the spin he’d built up. “You want me to start walking and sing the alphabet backward?” He stared at her, his tail thumping against the back of her hand. 

“Alright. I get it. You’re sober enough.” She squeezed his ankle, and he wavered, before becoming stiff again. “Just stop being weird about it.”  

Aki’s arms relaxed, and slid down, landing right in front of her. His chest was heaving, his face flushed, then he began to laugh so hard tears welled up in his eyes. It slowly died off and stepped back, tail swishing behind him.

“So. I guess this is good night then, huh?” He didn’t sound hurt or disappointed, just… Matter of fact. 

Elle felt her cheeks burning. She knew the right thing was to say no. The responsible choice. This wasn’t a lust berry poisoning, a club performance for a favor, or helping a friend out during their mating cycle. It was like she was a damn teenager again, fooling around on school grounds. 

“Aki, if you weren’t drunk-” 

“Still not drunk.” He insisted, starting to get to his feet. “Or do I need to do the back handspring again to prove my point? Maybe I can do a backflip this time.” 

“Aki Nekokuro. Listen to me.” Elle snapped, feeling the power crackle through the air. She made a fist, instantly regretting her choice to use his Name.

Aki froze, his fur standing on end. Slowly, he sat back down. His pupils dilated, nearly overtaking his iris, before violently constricting. 

“It’s not that I don’t want to,” Elle said quickly. “I just want to make sure you’re okay with it. You’re not doing it because of some weird attempt to comfort me because I saw your anger, or you’ve got a secret dark side who thinks it’s fun to mess around with humans, or-” 

Snorting, Aki shook his head, jumping to his feet. He closed the distance between them. If he blinked, then she was sure his eyelashes would have brushed against hers. Sure enough, his tail was tracing the hem of her dress. 

“Or, what if it’s something as simple as ‘I think my coworker is cute’?” 

Elle’s mouth closed, and she swallowed. Her lips tingled as his breath rolled over them. She could feel his fur brush against her bare skin. His hand closed around her jacket’s zipper, slowly pulling it down.

“And green’s my favorite color.” 

“Cute, huh?” She asked, as he stared and pushed the jacket off her shoulders. 

“And magic to boot. What better pair than a witch and her black cat?” 

“I’m not a mage.” Elle hissed. “Anyone can use a Name.” 

“True. But I was being honest.” His chest rumbled with a purr. 

“Cute,” He kissed her cheek. 

“Hot.” Her brow. “Sexy.” Her jaw. “Gorgeous.” Her neck. “Unbelievably attractive.” Her shoulder.

Slipping his finger under the now exposed strap of her dress, he pushed it down and planted another kiss at her collarbone. “Magically so.” 

“Aki…” She snorted. What a cheesy line. “You use all these on people you wanna bang?” 

“Pick your adjective.” His tail brushed against the back of her thighs, starting to go between them, tracing higher under her dress. “Because I think all of them and more.” 

Elle’s heart thudded loud enough she was sure he would hear it. 

“I’m not looking for… A relationship or anything like that.” She managed to get out. “I’m single, and I want to stay that way for… A while.” 

“Good,” He rubbed his cheek against hers. “So then there’s no harm, no foul.” 

“Can we at least go inside?” She felt herself shivering, her skin aching for his touch and warmth when it left. Less in a carnal way, but more for body heat reasons. “It’s a little chilly out.” 

“I can tell.” His finger traced her nipple through the fabric snickering when she inhaled sharply, a wavering moan working past her lips. 

Ears went straight up, alert at the sound. He tried to go back to a more serious expression, but his smile started to break through the thin line of his mouth. 

“Sorry. I forgot that you humans have… Almost nothing to keep you warm once you take these-” He gave her other dress strap a tug, letting it fall down her shoulder. “Off.” 

“I think we’re past the point of being subtle.” 

“Oh thank God.” He doubled over, hands resting above his knees, body shaking with laughter.

His hand wrapped around hers. “So-” 

“Wait!” She turned on her heel, running back to her car. “Since someone decided a backflip-” 

“Back handspring.” 

“- acrobatics were a good sobriety test. I didn’t turn it off!” The door was still open! If she had been in the Leviathan district, she could have had someone sneak in and steal it. 

Leaning inside, she quickly turned the key and yanked it out of the ignition, snatching her purse from the backseat.

Then yelped as Aki looped an arm around her waist, lifting her onto his shoulder, kicking the car door closed behind him. 

“I gotta admit, I expected you to be a little racier in the underwear department,” Aki commented as he walked, tail swishing in front of Elle’s face. 

It brushed against her nose, the tickling making her sneeze. When she went to open her mouth to try and banter back, it nearly got into her mouth. She managed to get a decent grip on the waist of his jeans and keep her face from smacking into the overly excited appendage. 

“Next time I go to a work party, I’ll put on my best ‘I’m getting laid’ thong,” Elle grunted as she attempted to straighten herself. “And be sure my dress is long enough so when I’m being caveman carried, my coworker doesn’t get an early peek.” She swatted him on the ass with her purse. 

“Don’t start something you can’t finish,” Aki warned, wiggling his hips, stopping to unlock the door of the complex. Before he opened it, he swatted her on the rear, loud rather than hard. “Or you’re going commando.” 

“You wouldn’t dare.” Elle squirmed at the thought. Was she going to be a brat tonight? Or was the power struggle part of the game? 

“Try me,” He teased, hand slipping down and teasing at the edge of her panties, nail sliding under the fabric. She could feel the material strain, before he placed his hand back on her rear, giving it a hearty squeeze. 

“And keep your voice down,” His tone shifted to serious. “There’s a lot of old ones who live in the building trying to get some sleep.” 

Elle shifted trying to get a look around.

While the lights were on, the lobby they’d walked into was void of people. Small blessings, she supposed. There were a few bulletin boards, papers tacked to them, plastered with stock photos and advertising community events. 

She tried to imagine the overstuffed chairs and benches filled with a bunch of elderly people, clutching walkers and canes. The image was… Rather peaceful. 

“Do you like it here?” Close to work. And within their price range? Possible rules about after hours noise? 

“It’s alright.” He shrugged, jostling her. They got to an elevator and he pushed the button to call it. “Although you have to be at least one hundred and fifty to live here.” 

Elle groaned. It figured. These things always came with a catch. 

Aki chuckled, before stepping into the elevator as the doors opened. 

There were handrails on the walls. Elle grabbed one, taking in a deep breath. “Please tell me you’re almost there. I can feel the blood rushing to my head.” 

“Oh?” Aki’s tone was mischievous. “I think I’ll be taking advantage of that sneak peek now.” His arm around her hips tightened. 

“Don’t you dare drop me.” 

“Then it’s in your best interest to stay still.” Aki’s left hand ran up her thigh, fingers running across her clothed sex. 

“Well well, Miss Shepard,” He noisily sucked on his fingers, making Elle’s heart jump. “You’re drenched.” 

“And who’s fault is that?” 

Aki’s tail thumped against her cheek rhythmically, as if scolding her. 

After a few test strokes, Aki slid a finger under the fabric, his claws barely tracing over her. Elle’s breath caught and she went rigid, her grip on the rail becoming white-knuckled. 

“Relax.” He purred against her thigh. “I’ve done this a time or two before.” 

Aki teased, nails pressing just enough for the pressure to be noticed, but never actually causing pain. As he slid his fingers back and forth she could feel them start to become slick. She bit her lip, trying to muffle the moans. 

While he never stuck a finger inside, he pumped hard against her, finding her clit and beginning to circle it. 

He’d give one lazy swirl, then an agonizingly slow stroke, then go back to circling, alternating between counter and clockwise. And he made sure to wipe the wetness on her thighs, smearing evidence of his work all over. 

“Longest elevator ride of your life, huh?” 

The ding and the creak of the doors couldn’t come fast enough. Elle was panting heavily, almost unable to let go of the bar as Aki began to step out. Her vision was filled with black spots, every part of her aching to shed her clothes and be filled. 

Once he’d unlocked the door he took a few steps into the apartment, wood creaking under his feet. As he moved around in the dark, she could hear a click, and amber light flooded the room. 

Blinking rapidly, Elle covered her eyes. There was a thud as her purse hit the floor. After a few seconds, she peeked between her fingers. 

“I’ve got you,” Aki reassured her, kicking off his shoes at the entrance, before untying her sandals and letting them fall to the ground. 

“Are you planning on putting me down at all?” 

“Yep.” He passed an overstuffed couch. At first, Elle worried he was going to put her on it. Her head was spinning so much that she knew that keeping her balance would be almost impossible. 

He opened the door to his bedroom. Like the rest of the apartment, it was pitch black. A few slants of light illuminated a bed, showing a navy blue comforter. The frame also seemed to be a dresser, as there were handles on the side. 

Before Elle could take in the rest of the room, she was suddenly airborne. The bed creaked as she landed on it, the comforter floating up on either side of her. The hem of the dress had gone up to her ribs, but she didn’t care. 

Aki stood in the doorway, amber eyes almost glowing in the dark. His steps were slow, like a wild cat stalking prey, as he approached the bed. 

“Couple things,” He began, tail swishing back and forth behind him. “No, my cock is not barbed.” 

The tip of the tail brushed against Elle’s nose, making it wrinkle again. “The further away from the base, the less sensitive my tail is. That being said: If you pull on it, I will not be responsible for what follows, usually a scratch or bite, and not in a sexy way.” 

Lifting a hand, he flicked the claws, reminding Elle they were there. As if he hadn’t been teasing her with them for the past fifteen minutes. Then, he traced over her throat, lips following his fingers. 

Elle moaned softly, about to grab him. He caught her hand in the air and put them on either side of her head. 

Finally, he pointed to his ears, and they wiggled. “Ears are just like yours, but a lot more sensitive. So don’t go tugging or biting on them willy-nilly.” 

He hunched over Elle’s form, hands twined with hers, legs squeezing hips. His jeans scratched against her bare legs, his hardness visible. Leaning down, his voice barely above a whisper, he asked: 

“Do you still want to do this?” 

She nodded. 

“I need to hear you say it.” 

“You couldn’t have gotten me out of the elevator if I didn’t want to.” Or through the front door, for that matter. 

Pulling her dress up, he slid it off her and dropped it on the floor. He stared, finger tracing the V of her neck and collarbone. 

Trailing lower, he circled her nipples with his thumb, before lowering his head and giving both a loud suck. She could see a flash of pink between his white fangs, the tapered tips grazing the delicate skin. 

Each time his lips closed on her, it sent a shudder through Elle. Grabbing the comforter, she gripped it tight, doing everything in her power to not buck her hips. Not beg him to go faster. Not demand that he stop licking everywhere but the spot he’d been so intent on teasing earlier.  

He hooked his thumbs under her waistband after what felt like an eternity of drawn out licks and light nibbles, peeling them off slowly. The friction of the fabric across her skin only served to light the white hot desire further, and she moaned as they finally came off. 

Grabbing her legs, Aki hoisted them onto his shoulders. 

“Now, I’m going to get this out of the way because everyone I’ve been with wants to know.” 

Elle’s sound of confusion became a squeak as he put his mouth directly on her and purred loudly. It was nowhere near what she imagined, and she devolved into a fit of giggles. 

Aki looked up at her. There was a light in his eyes she’d never seen before, maybe because the smile finally reached them. Something about it made Elle happy. Surely he’d heard her laugh before, but he’d never looked at her like… That. 

“Figure it’s a good tension breaker. I know a lot of people can be… Nervous when it comes to…” He gestured to himself. 

“You aren’t,” She managed to gasp between giggles. “My first demon, don’t worry.” 

“Yokai.” He insisted. “Although if you want to get technical, half yokai and half fae.” 

Elle managed to catch her breath. “Fae?” 

He nodded. “Yeah. I… My dad was a nekomata, my mom is a puca.” 

That explained the weird fog then. A spirit of a cat and a shape-shifting creature. She knew more about the latter than the former, but still, it wasn’t much. 

“I’d rather not think about them right now, so…” Aki’s hand ran up her thigh, “Distract me?” 

Hooking her ankles behind his head, Elle ground her hips into his face. He groaned against her, squeezing her thighs and pushing them apart. 

Even though he’d proven not to have a rough tongue, she was sensitive to each lick, jolts of pleasure arcing through her. The moans encouraged him further, his tail swishing back and forth as he continued to feast. 

She wanted the domestic cat to be put away and have the wild tiger come out to play. 

Like before, he’d chosen to be agonizingly slow, drawing out each roll of his jaw. His warm breath made her skin pebble, and she could feel him smile at his work. Running the soles of her feet across his back, she tried to subtly push him closer. 

Instead, he rose, pressing his lips to her clit, tongue flitting across it. The sudden speed made Elle see stars, her moan evolving into a scream. Her hands left the comforter, tangling in Aki’s hair just behind his ears, holding him fast. 

The barrage continued, claws sinking into skin and raising Elle’s hips. His tail whipped back and forth, stroking her ankles and calves, hard enough for her to gasp. 

Rather than a purr, she heard a growl from Aki. 

“Come for me.” The words were white hot against her. Elle could only hold tightly, trying to edge herself out a little more.

And then the barrage began again, not letting up. 

She finally lost her grip, her whole body shaking. His tongue was unrelenting, alternating between circling her clit and then plunging in and out of her. When she tried to scoot away, he pulled her back, nails scraping delicate skin. 

“I said: come for me.” He slapped Elle’s thigh, squeezing it tight, shifting her up so the blood began to rush to her head again. As the world began to spin, she felt herself finally let go, the orgasm rushing out like a geyser. 

Growling, Aki began to plunge even deeper, making her scream. 

Then, he was gone. Elle’s head continued to spin, hands closing on empty air and feet lowering. But before she could put them on the comforter, he came between her legs again. 

“How are you feeling?” He was panting, the slight movement making her quiver. 

Elle let out a  wavering whine, trying to find the words. The whole room was spinning, and while she felt sensitive, her body was still aching to be filled. 

“I think you got to fuck my brains back in.” She managed weakly.  “Words are hard.” 

“On it.” Aki ducked out of her legs again. A zipper pulled, and he wiggled out of his jeans. 

When he turned back to face her, she saw that he really was covered with dark fur all over. It thinned out a little around his hips and abdomen, but he was hirsute. And sure enough, he wasn’t barbed, but he was hard. 

There was the tell-tale crinkle of a condom wrapper. As he fiddled with putting it on, he leaned over her. 

“You’re going to keep your shirt on?” She tugged on the fabric, sliding her hand underneath it. His stomach and chest were warm, and Elle found her touch climbing higher. But before she could rest against him, Aki pulled away. 

“You ever get cat hair all over your clothes?” Aki said matter of factly. “I’d like to not have to hose you off tonight. Or get one of those little sticky rollers.” 

He picked up a bottle from the nightstand. It was a clear liquid, with a large silhouette of a large humanoid with horns embracing a smaller form, hearts over the groin region. She’d seen, and used, the brand before. It helped with interspecies couples who found their genitals were a little too large for the orifices of their partners. 

He squirted some directly onto the covered head, and gave himself a few strokes, coating his cock in lube. 

Grabbing behind her knees, Aki raised them again. Resting her legs on his shoulders, he lifted Elle’s hips. Between the wetness and the lube, he slipped right inside. 

Gasping, Elle shuddered, feeling herself clench. It filled her just the right amount, the pulsing of his cock making her sex throb. Even without the lube, he would have gotten in just fine, but she wasn’t one to argue. 

She went to try and wrap her legs around him again, but Aki held her fast. 

Aki slid in and out of her, taking in deep breaths. Each thrust, while slow, went deep as he could manage. Grinding his hips, he rubbed against Elle’s clit, drawing another moan from her. He sighed in response, closing his eyes and resting his cheek on her knee. 

Then, his grip on her legs tightened. Biting his lip, he continued to roll his hips, drawing the act out again. Every time he hilted, it was followed by a withdrawal that would tease him completely pulling out. But before completely exiting, he’d push his way back inside. 

While nowhere near as aggressive as before, Elle was still sensitive. Shaking breaths followed the gentle thrusts, and he finally dropped her legs. They were shaking so much it was a miracle he didn’t accidentally gouge or scratch her with his claws. 

Forming an arch over Elle, he put one hand at the nape of her neck and the other at the small of her back. 

With their bodies pressed together, Elle found her own arms encircling him. Resting her chin at the curve of his neck, she inhaled his scent as he began to pick up speed. His hips continued to grind against her with every thrust, and his breathing hitched. 

“You tasted so good around my tongue.” He hissed, causing the hair on the back of her neck to stand up. 

“Now I wanna feel you come on my cock.” It wasn’t a demand like before, but it still rumbled through Elle. 

She buried her fingers into his shirt and her face into his neck. Thrusts sped up, panting and slapping filling the air. His skin became slick with sweat, and she could feel his cock twitch, begging for a release. 

His pubic bone drug across her in a deliberate motion, hips rolling and pressing deeper than he had before, a hand fisted in her hair. Lips latched onto her neck, sucking loudly, before finding her shoulder and doing the same. 

Wrapping her legs around his waist, she felt the soles of her feet brush against the base of his tail, catching it between her toes. 

Aki snarled, hard mouth covering hers. He caught her lips between his teeth, sucking hard, and snarling. His grip on her tightened, pinning her to the bed. 

Yanking Elle’s head back, he exposed her throat to him, lips running down it. A growl vibrated through his chest. Fangs traced over the delicate skin, before latching hard onto her shoulder.  

Elle gasped, back arching as she felt another orgasm rip through her. She clenched so hard Aki cried out, thrusting into her as his cock emptied. They were in seconds of one another, but time stretched out long enough to where it felt like an eternity. 

They stared at one another, panting. Bodies slick with sweat and the condensation of each other’s breath. 

Aki broke the gaze first, slipping off and out of Elle. He lapped at her shoulder apologetically, before resting his chin at the curve of her neck, warm breath making her skin tingle. 

Peeling off the condom, he tied off the opening and tossed it into a small bin next to the bed. 

Through shaking breaths, he planted a gentle kiss on her temple. 

“Let’s get cleaned off, huh? You don’t want to try and help me brush this out.” 

In the shower, Aki let Elle rest against him, arms circled around her waist. The hot water was a welcome respite. They didn’t say anything, just let it roll over them. 

Then, when Elle felt she’d had enough, Aki helped wrap a towel around her. Then, he walked her to the bed and had her side, before closing the bathroom door again. 

The roar of a hairdryer quickly followed. She had a feeling that it would least likely be the sound neighbors would complain about. 

Elle sat, staring at her clothes on the floor. Part of her wanted to just leave right then and there. But… If Aki had wanted her to, he would have said so, right? 

While she was sure dating was off the table for a long while it was… Nice. 

Sex without extenuating circumstances, bargains, or expectations for something else. No pressure for more or what was next. 

She checked her phone for notifications, sighing when she saw it was empty. 

Hopefully, Ash would call her soon with the great news that Adrian was captured. 

Then she could figure out what the next step would be. Her thoughts started to run together, and she found herself dozing. 

Aki came out of the shower, rapidly blinking at her presence. Despite his stoic face, his fur puffed up. It was almost comical, but Elle was barely able to hold her head up. 

“S-Sorry. I didn’t want to leave without saying ‘good bye’.” A weak excuse. 

“I’m… Actually kind of glad you stayed.” He admitted, “Driving tired is almost bad as driving drunk.” Staring at the bed, he cleared his throat. 

“We, uh, don’t have work tomorrow, but you can leave first thing in the morning.” His tongue flitted across his lip. 

“Or… You can stay for a bit. Don’t feel pressured either way.” 

She couldn’t help but smile. At least they were on the same page. An understanding.

Temptation had nothing on this. 

“You know what… That sounds like a great idea.” 

You can read the next part here!

[mi6ato]

Be Quiet

Pairing: Aki Hayakawa x Fem!reader

WC: 2.1k

Warnings: anal fingering, anal sex, unprotected sex, dry-humping, pet naming, nipple play, nipple sucking, profanity

Synopsis: After not being able to spend much time with Aki, he decides to make it up to you in the bathroom at work??

“Mmph-just like that Aki” , you mewl as he caresses your bare thighs and plants deep kisses on your upper neck, traveling all the way down to your collarbone. The warmth of his tongue licking you up and down makes you twitch in immense pleasure, the exhilaration coursing through your veins. 

“Yeah, how about I shove my cock inside you next princess”, Aki coos, reaching his hands to unbutton your dress shirt. “Ready to fuck you up so fast, so fast because of me” 

You tended to forget how horny Aki became sometimes, since he usually stayed composed and stoic until he got home. But this time, he was desperate for you, so desperate that his dick was aching non-stop at work because of how badly he wanted to fuck you. You knew that by the way he was texting you during work hours that he wanted to see you, to feel you, to tell you again how much he loves you. 

I wanna see you, my cock’s hard as shit. 

And what do you want me to do about it?

Fuck me.

We’re at work if you didn’t realize, just go and take care of it yourself…

Why can’t you join me? I haven’t seen you in so fucking long, I want you to take care of it baby. And don’t worry, I’ve found a place where we won’t be disturbed. 

Fine. 

“Are you sure about this, won’t people hear us?” , you remark, folding your lips in utter nervousness since you’d never done this and never planned on it either. You and Aki were in a single cubicle that apparently no one would find unless they decided to root around the entire public safety building. 

You weren’t so keen on it at first, and attempted to persuade him out of it, but Aki implored you to go along with his definitive scheme. To be quite frank, you missed him too, and trying something new didn't seem so bad in theory. 

“Of course I’m sure, I’ve checked and rechecked the premises and I haven’t seen anyone. Now please”, Aki unclips your laced bra and drops it to the floor “Let me fuck you.”

He didn’t have to ask twice. You seize his face and lock your lips onto his, softly at first but intensifying it ever so lightly that he groans for more. Your tongue enters his mouth and whirls around, you could practically taste the cigarette and peppermint. That sweet, familiar flavor made you writhe in delight, it was to die for. 

You really did miss Aki after not being able to properly spend time with him after a couple weeks or so. Work had been so busy for the both of you and even if you did make plans, one of you would opt out since you had extra errands to run. Now though, you could savor every moment you had with him, making him feel so good that he'd plead for more. 

As you continue to kiss him with insistence, Aki’s hands race up to your breasts and begin to fondle them. He goes at it gently, making sure he feels each intricate part of your chest. Aki adores how silky yet intoxicating your skin feels, in stark contrast with his rough, bony hands. He almost feels guilty for touching you but your face gives it away a bit too much, you’re really enjoying the way he’s feeling you up. 

He kneads your tits like dough, varying his speeds so you feel the right amount of pleasure. Fast. Slow. Fast. Slow. You draw away from Aki, saliva trailing between both of you. He licks his lips clean, a smug grin forming on his face, making you blush a bit. Sitting on his lap, you can see Aki pent up in concentration but also, his eyes fill to the brim with desire. 

“A-ah, feels so good Aki, give me more”, you whine, tugging at his top-knot so that he looks at you instead of your bust. 

“Like”, Aki lets out a half-exhale, half-groan, “this?”.

His fingers move to your nipples, stroking circular motions, so much so that he sees them hardening within his touch. 

“J-just like that, oh fuck” you already felt yourself dripping down below as he proceeds to flick your buds from side to side, burrowing his head in between your racks. 

Aki nuzzles within you like a kitten and inhales your scent, a touch of rose combined with musky vanilla. If a flower were to bloom in heaven, then it would smell like you, Aki thought to himself. He cherishes moments like these where you allow him to seek comfort in your touch, like a new-born yearns to reside with their mother. Even if you and him were committing such obscene acts in a highly unhygienic place, one thing you both knew was that you’d still embrace the time you had together to the maximum. 

“Y’smell so nice, I could stay like this forever”, you hear Aki muffle in slow breaths. 

You chuckle, eliciting small whimpers as he begins to succulently graze you with small licks, fingers pressing deeper into your nipples. 

These ever so diminutive movements have you tipping your head back, heaving for more air. His smooth yet sultry tone is music to your ears, he sounds so fucking sexy when he’s ravenous for you, frantic to strip off your clothes and fuck you immediately, but you comprehend that presently, he’s chosen to take it easy and wait for just the right moment. The moment where you’re such a wet, tangled mess, that you’d urge Aki to fill you up with his creamy juices. 

“A-ah, feels amazing, God you’re amazing Aki”, you groan, hands gripping the back of his head for extra support as you straddle his lap. You rock your hips forwards and backwards, maintaining the rhythm with ease. Quickening your tempo, you could feel Aki’s growing erection poking beneath you. 

He felt huge underneath, pulverizing your dampening underwear. You figure that provoking him a bit more, making him just that more aroused, would magnify the already lustful atmosphere. Grinding into his crotch harder, practically feeling his throbbing cock pushing up your pussy, you pull Aki’s face away from your breasts and whisper into his ear,

“I need you Aki, need you so bad. I want you inside of me, please.”

Your tender voice woven with salacity, doe eyes fluttering at him unearthing sincere urgency, Aki can’t hold back anymore, not with his dick twitching in his pants, begging to pound you.

“Take your skirt and panties off sweetheart.”, Aki states, his voice hitting a rich yet sultry intonation. 

You comply immediately, slyly gleaming at him since he was completely unaware of what you were going to do or matter of fact show next. Propping yourself up from him, you turn around and begin to unzip your pencil skirt, not too slow or too fast. As you roll down your skirt, you bend over ever so slightly, but enough so that your ass is pervading Aki’s entire periphery. 

“Do you like it? I picked it out especially for you baby”, turning your head so you could witness how your lover would react to your satin, crimson thong. 

"F-fuck, you’re so perfect, God”, Aki winces, his eyes locked into your sumptuous figure. Perfect doesn’t cut it though. He’s too engrossed in the moment to even spew out how he truly feels about how divine you look. Voluptuous ass curving out as you arch your back, ready to be man-handled. Your tits, which were hard as pebbles, hanging out freely. Yeah, they weren't exactly big, but Aki is infatuated by how he's able to cup them in his palms, doing whatever the hell he pleases so that in return, you're wailing out in arousal. Most of all, and most importantly, he adores your face, the radiating complexion lighting his mood up even on the melancholy, mundane days.  

Your smile widens, “I’m glad you like it, say… why don’t you help me take these o-”, your words cease as you hear Aki get up and feel his calloused hands rip your underwear off. 

“Hands on the door, and try not to be too loud, angel.” , Aki asserts while removing his blazer and unzipping his slim trouser. 

You didn’t know what to expect next. Enthralling as it is, you’re well aware that after you and Aki are done with this “business”, you won’t be walking out the bathroom steadily. Not in the slightest.

Once you place your hands on the antiquated door which could break any minute, Aki’s deft fingers begin working into your ass-cheeks, squeezing outwards, inwards, sidewards. 

“Feel s’good, fuck Aki.” God, you perceived how skilled he was the first time you met, particularly when you and him committed such indecent acts but wow, you didn’t know he was that good at massaging you in the best spots, especially from behind. 

Aki spreads your cheeks, spitting a glob of saliva on his right hand, the other gripping your back to preserve balance. He’s inserting his index finger into your gaping hole, plunging it in and out, swirling around your insides.

Bursting in shock and elation, you whimper “S-shit, go faster Aki, this isn’t enough.”

“Anything for you baby”, Aki tilts his head as he quickens his momentum, adding his middle finger, then lastly ring finger in you. Fingers propelling in and out of you, your breathing becomes erratic, lungs slowly constricting from the sheer pressure building down there. 

"F-fuck, Just put your dick in, goddammit", you cry out relentlessly, tears welling up in your eyelids. 

"O-okay, but I'm gonna go rough. So be warned angel, I really don't want to hurt you." Aki's intonation is soft, comforting and most of all, genuine. He loves you, loves you so much that even if he has the most selfish desires, he'd always put you first, no matter what. That earnestness is what made you fall for the 6"3 devil hunter. And you wouldn't change it for the world. 

"You've prepped me so much already baby, I think I'm ready to take it. I'm ready to take all of you now." 

Aki lets go of you, pulling down his trousers, then along his boxers drenched with pre-cum. Holding onto your hips, he aligns his fully erect cock with your asshole and before you know it, he's suddenly in, hammering his member into you. 

"O-oh fuck you're so good, so fucking good baby." Aki whines, gritting his teeth as he rams deeper into you. This wasn't the first time you had anal sex, but it fucking certainly felt like it. 

He's set out at a harrowing pace, continuously hitting you in spots you didn't even know existed, let alone make you moan out in undiluted bliss. You love it, love it a bit too much that you crave for more. So much more.

"H-harder Aki, harder", you reiterate, making sure he hears your request as the only sounds inherent in the air were yours and his collective groans. 

And he does. He doesn’t respond, but you sure as hell knew he listened to your pleas as his hands clench your hips tighter, rutting his pulsating shaft further into you. Aki’s thrusts are voracious, he’s been longing to hear those cries of pleasure escaping your plush lips, seeing your body convulse because of him, and only him. He's at his tipping point now, gritting his teeth as he reaches his climax, desperate to pump his cream in you. Aki did fantasize about this all day though. 

“I-I’m gonna…gonna cum, take all of it baby, fuckk.”

Aki’s juices pour into you, making you squirm in delight. You didn't mean to be this filthy but God, it was amazing that you could feel the raw sensation of his cock twisting internally, thick cum filling you up to the rim. He pulls out, exhaling harshly, as if he hasn’t retained breathing for months. 

“Such a good princess, for taking me in like that, I just wish we could do more together, but work has us both fucked up.”  

Your mind is hazy, body sore as hell from the way Aki pounded into you. At the same time, euphoria seethes in your blood, his tantalizing words resonating deep within you. Work was a pain in the ass, but surely that couldn't stop you and Aki doing what you wanted altogether.

Regaining posture, you turn around to face him. Beads of sweat were trickling down his face, his shirt clinging firmly to his chiseled build. Looking downwards, your pupils expand in awe. 

Aki’s creamy pale dick, tinged with a hint of scarlet and dripping with cum, greets your vision. Still sprung up in the same position as it was before he blew your back out, you’re met with an untimely decision. 

“Want me to grant your wish?" 

[meownotgood]

your post about marrying aki unlocked a memory for me lol, when i was maybe five i went to the park by my grandma's house and had a "wedding" for me and tuxedo mask (who was invisible, of course) and instead of walking back down the aisle after we were married, we went down the slide

if I said this + childhood friends with aki where u get "married" together at the playground

[angstigone]

(A/N): based on a true story or a very rude lady who literally chainsmoked five cigarettes while standing next to my family table, unapologetically and uncartng that although we were outside our table was attached to their own.

«it's the third cigarette» aki muttered underneath his breath while looking over your shoulder; your cheeks flustered lightly and you lowered your head in shame, as if it was your fault.

aki was a smoker: he had definitely smoked in places where he shouldn't have and he definitely had consumed a packet in a day, but something had changed when he had met you, his girl.

as cheesy as it sounded, the slight grimace on your face when you had first kissed at the taste of tobacco on his tongue - he had been nervous enough to resort to a cigarette while you had been off to the bathroom on your first date - had been enough to convince him.

he hadn't yet quit - the stress of denji and power was enough - but he had lowered his consume adapting his addiction to you: he didn't smoke in your presence. he assured himself that his breath wouldn't hold tobacco when he went to pick you up for any dates and he had even forced a few of his squad to avoid smoking before meeting you on a nights out.

it wasn't just for your safety and preference, though, that aki hayakawa was gradually leaving out smoking: he had taken to get used to your soft perfume, nothing that could be achieved through chemicals or perfumes; there was something comforting in the way he could recognize your persona by simply your natural odor.

and he dreaded the thought of it being overwhelmed by the tangy and heavy smell of smoken tobacco.

hence, why as the woman at the table behind your own went to take her third cigarette of the night, he brought up the fact; when she had gotten the first out after having asked whether she'd be allowed to smoke as the tables were outside of the restaurant, he hadn't noticed it and only at the second he had felt the similar smell, noticing that your smile was slightly forced.

he had relented from actively confronting the woman, hopeful that when she'd be served the bad habit would be eradicated but the first course had just arrived and she had extracted the thin stick from her pocket while talking animatedly with her commensals.

as aki was - indeed - a smoker, he usually wouldn't have said shit: they were outside and allowed to smoke. still, seeing as the tables were quite near due to the overcrowded situation at the elegant restaurant, it'd have been nice for the woman to at least ask as your chair had bumped against her own a few times and shew must know that the smoke all went to you.

and aside the health hazard, aki knew how much you enjoyed taking care of yourself when you'd go on a date out: he knew better than to insist for you 'to take it easy', as it seemed that you felt pride in making yourself pretty for him, whether it was a pretty lipstick or a new hairstyle. and who was aki to say no to such a prancing?

and who was he not to say anything to that lady, who was ruining all your hard work?

«it's alright, aki» your hand went to his own, as aki noticed that his knee lightly bounced in mix of annoyance and willigness to do something «... it isn't that... bad».

it might not be but it was bothering you and aki prided on your dates being good for you, above anything else.

«I'll just make her aware» he settled, ignoring your slightly pleading look, knowing that you tended to be non confrontational in such matters for the sake of enjoying the date, but aki couldn't enjoy the date with the thought of your discomfort. he could have sat himself down and ignored the woman but he'd have kept on counting how many cigarettes the woman had «... excuse me, ma'am?».

the woman turned unpenitent, with her cigarette going to her other hand not to blow smoke in aki's face; so she had a bit of shame. good.

«can I help you?» he lightly batted her eyelashes to aki, not knowing that the sole one who could make such a trick work was you; not that you'd need to bat your eyes to have aki wrapped around your finger.

«yes, I actually think you can» aki still thought he'd use the woman's obvious attraction as he gently smiled like he did whenever he'd have to clean denji's or power's messes «... you see, my girlfriend is right behind you and as you are smoking and the whole situation is quite crowded... it is getting all over her».

at the mention of 'girlfriend' the woman - who could have been his mother - soured in her expression and aki knew that albeit his gentle demeanor, it'd be difficult.

«... I am outside» the woman pointed out, lightly tapping the cigarette against the ash container «... and I did ask whether I could smoke».

«I understand, ma'am» the temptation to simply show her his devil hunter badge was intense, but he knew that you'd have felt even more uncomfortable and he could spy a slight embarassment on your face with his side-eye «... I wouldn't object if the tables weren't so close and...».

«... and it isn't my fault» the woman's smile was straight up poisonous as she turned back to her friend as if aki hadn't ever been there, effectively dismissing him from the conversation.

aki knew that whatever he'd have done next would have ruined the night even more for you: he could have called over a waiter and asked for your table to be changed but you enjoyed the view from this specific table. he could have caused a scene and he'd have won inevitably but this would have heightened your embarassment.

he hated admitting defeat as he passed by your chair and gently lowered himself to your ear, noticing the slight trace of goosebumps at the familiar action and it took everything in him not to chase that trail with his lips.

«switch seats with me» he had ought to give you that place as it seemed a bit larger in size but he thought you might not mind as he could feel the smoke but less intensely.

«are you sure?» the smoke must have been bothering you truly much because you didn't make any attempt to shoot his proposal down as you'd have done whenever aki's overprotectiveness was bigger than the whole problem «... I don't...».

«I am sure» he gently plopped a kiss to your forehead, distinctly feeling their neighbor's eyes on him as he gently helped you up and into his own chair, gently pushing his jacket around your shoulders, if anything to shield you further.

in your seat he took a deep breath, hopeful that your neighbors would be gone soon and he could enjoy his evening better, although he already felt better, as you smiled genuinely at his attentions.

«... say the truth» you teased gently as your hand joined his over the table «... you were just missing the smoking, weren't you».

«you know, I don't care for that that much more» he shot back promptly, cradling your hand in his own as he gently went to kiss it «... I think I found a better and more healthy addiction».

and the way your eyes shied away from his was enough for him to understand that you knew it meant you.

you were his new addiction.

[boochi-life]

Makima and The Art of Cinema!

Light spoilers on the whole of part one ahead

Introduction.

Makima as a character is such an interesting character. Said this twice as there is Makima the character, and an interesting character inside Makima. This will all tie in at the very end of this post. To introduce why Makima and movies work out, need to explain what makes a film too.

Makima and the art of perfection in film making.

Intentional or not from Tatsuki Fujimoto, Makima links with films gives a bit more to explore on with her character.

What are films known for? When people ask about a film, two main questions come in mind: what’s the film about and is it good. Some intrigued people get more curious and ask who made it and the cast, and for the more ‘delectable taste’ as they are not much of the daredevils, they ask how long it takes and are there any other movies they can pull similarities with. In essence; what’s so unique about the film being made?

From the two main questions, it interestingly explains Makima’s character with others. Like movies, hindsight one can decide the quality of the film through edits, re-shoots, cuts etc., and also summarize what’s it about. That is what makes Makima such an interesting character, it’s how she curated the way others perceive their relationship with her provided she meets the status quo like how movies needs a good direction, a good stage, good lighting etc.

She manages to make such a fascinating tale with others despite it being scripted, all made with a perfect vision in mind, something actual bonds can’t relate to. She’s at the perfect stage to be saved, to be spoken to, knows some people’s lines and makes humor of repeating them to them as she sort of took their actions and planned. And it goes beyond planning for many follow suit to present this perfect vision with her. Because movies are trying their best to be as real and authentic as possible, we understand it took an incredible amount of effort for it to be as real and authentic as possible. Even if movies achieve this, at the end, it took a good performance and everything to work out well; developing this perfect image. To top all these, Makima diverse through all types of genres to accomplish the ends of each.

During the time she wanted Denji, she promised a date thus was diving into the romance genre. While others went to hell, she escorted them into the experience of suspense and horror. While making the contract with Aki, there was the mystery parts to it. All showcased her wide variety with these sort of situations that come with betrayal, lust, fear, doubt, anger and a lot more when other characters are in her reach, in the scene. And that’s all it takes at the end of it; a perfect script, the cast members present, the scene they are in, all of it emulating reality and authenticity as to be perfect.

But that isn’t reality. Even as people lie, it comes in a flawed manner, which in on itself is authentic. One is clueless while meeting new people, one creates that sort of trust for they care enough to. Whether a bad sort of care or good, that’s something people build with each other.

Her relationship with Denji.

When it comes to her relationship with Denji especially when Aki dies, Makima tells the audience [us and Denji] enough about this. She states it clear that she sees what she does to Denji’s relationship with others as a sort of transaction; if Denji does things well he’s rewarded by these bonds, and if he misbehaves she takes it away till he learns to behave. It’s a simple act of control but it paints a beautiful picture of what a good quality movie looks like. She understands what makes a good movie, but that inconsequently controls how she looks at what makes real bonds that people have. Unlike movies, they are allowed to be flawed, people learn from each other, and in due time they get to know one another. This reality doesn’t have a great script, or great cast, or the intended scene, as it cares enough to make mistakes not wanted in films.

『The direction, stage, and lighting can be awful at times due to the miscommunication, mistrust, closing off, boasting, jealously, bickering etc. People’s relationship can’t be cut or re-edited, people live with this.』

This is something Makima can’t simply accept as it in her nature to have things as perfect. She allowed her ability to dictate how she can climb up and get what she wants; she can create the perfect film. Even in her dying breath, as Denji still tries to understand who she really was, was all that really worth it, what she thought about him… she remained silent and couldn’t understand or care enough to ask for any mercy from him while he knows. She closed off to be a part of the flawed script, to be part of reality.

In the end, Makima didn’t just want Denji out of the picture, she simply despised how he viewed these bonds with care out of his control. Denji was someone, who like Makima, started off not knowing much of what actual relationships are but made an effort to know them for he states, ‘he feels them’. He doesn’t shut them off no matter how much they hurt, or how much he wanted to. He wants happy ones… which indirectly caused suffering when taken away. And as Makima looked at him in silence in her death, Denji’s love and interest in her despite the obvious means and justifications Makima implemented on him, he chose to keep it.

In another world.

Makima is a troubled character, obviously lol, and it’s hard to decipher her in fanfictions or ‘alternative’ critiques as she cannot seem to exist without her perfect film. She’s a character inside a character. How does one depict her world with authenticity, despite knowing the perfect reality it holds? But as a fan who’s about to step out of line… if she could live without, that in on itself could be an interesting new perspective in her character.

In another world, she could make a perfect yet flawed film director or movie critic. She could capture a good scene, write a good script, give a well thought out story but most audience to it even if they point that out, they would say, ‘there wasn’t that connection, but it’s a great film.’ That, or in a perfect world, she does get rewarded for this impact and reach for art is subjective lol.

Would she make a good enough actress? Trying to decipher her from control can’t be well accomplished as she is the control devil, a character who can’t live without it. Without the bloodlust may be she can safely win an Oscar without a singe!

In conclusion.

Even if there didn’t seem to be care of flaws; a perfection due to its depiction… she had a care towards perfection; a depiction in script. It’s both sad and fitting, a weapon of control also controlled by the actions around her including her own; Makima as a character, and an interesting character inside Makima. Genuine adoration of her cannot be stated enough and she makes not only a perfect villain, but a broken machine acted by a perfect human.

[satubby]

Hello! How are you? if you still place orders I hope you can attend to mine. I confess that your male Makima writings drive me crazy, so if you don't mind, here I have another request for you and I hope it's not wierd. Could you make a scenario that the reader moved away from everyone for a while and stayed out of everyone's sight, and after a few months she returns and they find out that he had a daughter? (Makime is the father) and he finds out that the girl is his daughter? I hope my request doesn't bother you and I really wish you could attend to it. I hope you have a good day and stay healthy!

[Hello sweetie! Thanks for entrusting me with these requests, sorry to keep you waiting but I took my months off and started working, that's why I didn't answer my inbox. Here you go, it's like a little One shot/scenario].

You find yourself in the bathroom, bent over the toilet as waves of nausea seem to drag your consciousness down. The bitter taste in your mouth and the rapid beating of your heart take you back to the murky memory of your encounter with Makime at the bar. Although days have passed since then, the images are still tattooed in your mind, like fresh scars that refuse to fade.

"Why, no, this can't be happening to me? Fuck," you mutter between sobs, feeling a lump in your throat as tears begin to mix with the sensation of vomiting. A sarcastic joke about the irony of life crosses your mind, a kind of bitter self-reflection that only you can understand.

The muffled voices of your friends reach you from the other side of the door, but you barely manage to pay attention to them. Aki, Denji and Powa try to be supportive, but the sense of isolation is stronger than ever. Makime's cold presence, clinging to your thoughts like a shadow, plunges you into a spiral of self-loathing and despair. So much effort you put into getting away from him, but it only seems to motivate him to stalk.

"Hey, is everything okay? You've been in the bathroom for half an hour and Powa keeps nagging me about coming in….. (Y/N), you know I'm worried about you," Aki asks with genuine concern in his voice. You can feel her palpable anxiety, as if she shares your torments in the distance. His words offer you a glimmer of clarity amidst the darkness, but they also make you feel even more vulnerable and pathetic. You don't think you're brave enough to face them, not after your betrayal, or at least you feel that way.

"No, I'm… fine, ugh," you say in a halting voice, fighting the lump in your throat as your tears mix with the cold sweat on your face. You clutch the toilet tightly, reality becoming a blur as another access of vomit shakes you. In the midst of this painful moment, memories of Makime reclaiming what shouldn't have been hers, assault you cruelly, causing your tears to fall silently as you once again feel stripped of your self-control and power over your actions, you feel dirty and disgusted… Sleeping with the demon, giving in to his dirty, sin-filled words. That you cannot forgive yourself.

Carefully and shaky-legged, you pull yourself away from the toilet, the cold of the bathroom clinging to your damp skin from the sweat of overexertion. You stand up, but your body feels weak, as if nausea has stolen all your energy. You look in the mirror, your reflection seems strange, almost unrecognizable, or was it the tears from so much crying? Your face is pale, with the traces of tears and effort marked on it. You stare at yourself, lost in thought as doubts and fears gather like stormy clouds.

What will your friends say when they realize what is happening? You know deep down, how disappointed they would be or maybe you always jump to conclusions without asking first. You haven't had your period for weeks, so you know the only reason for it could be… pregnancy. But you didn't want this child, as guilty as you feel, you also didn't want to be a murderer of your own unwanted child. Maybe… Should you hide this unexpected pregnancy or make a more radical decision? The thought of hiding it or even aborting it haunts you, but you know you can't help but think about it.

Your mind wanders down the dark alleys of your fears-how will Makime react if he finds out? The very thought of his cold stare and cutting words makes you shudder or worse, to see his look filled with mocking satisfaction at your defeat carrying his child inside. And then there is the damage you could cause yourself if you decide to abort, both physically and emotionally, you don't think you are capable of enduring those horrors, but you know well that in this universe full of maniacs, blood is the daily bread… That's why you hated Makime, that bastard who would destroy the dreams of others and especially Denji.

But apparently now it's more fun to annoy you, to threaten to kill them… You don't even understand what's so attractive about you that the greatest enemy in this world would notice you.

But your thoughts are interrupted when, in a nervous gesture, you bite into your own flesh. The momentary pain jolts you out of your mental spiral, and that's when you really look at your reflection. Your face is blotchy, a mixture of tears and sweat, and your expression is a chaos of despair and confusion.

The truth hits you hard: you feel caught in a whirlwind of emotions, with no clear path to follow. You realize that every decision you make will carry with it dark and heartbreaking consequences. And as you keep looking at your own reflection, you feel the crushing sensation that you are trapped in a game you didn't ask to be a part of, even though you are aware of your actions that also led you to this… You thought you could handle it by taking this job, but you are not sure at this point.

You sigh with exhaustion, a mixture of physical and mental exhaustion. You ruffle your messy hair with your hands, as if trying to push the shadows out of your mind, even though you know that's impossible. The decision to take a bath seems like a respite in the midst of the emotional storm that engulfs you. Stripping off your clothes is a mechanical act, as if you want to free yourself from the worries that oppress you, free yourself from this feeling of lustful filth even though it has been weeks since… Your first time in this body, stolen and swallowed by the devil of control.

The warm water from the shower falls on you, enveloping you in a comforting embrace. You close your eyes and let your thoughts be swept away by the stream. Slowly, you feel the mist of steam and the sound of water fill your senses, muffling the tumultuous voices in your mind.

Unnoticed, time passes in the blink of an eye, and you find peace in the simple action of feeling the water run over your skin, as if those drops of water are washing you clean of your sins. But when you finally turn off the water and step out of the shower, the thoughts return with renewed force, like angry waves lapping against the shore.

Maybe it's the monotony in your gaze or the fact that you're in such a mess between thoughts that you finally realize you're in your room, sitting up in bed. You stare into the void, your eyes swollen and your fingers hurt by the anxiety you have failed to control by biting your nails hard. Moments of relief dissolve into the raw and painful reality you face. Your mind turns again to Makime, her twisted personality or her unpredictable actions that make you so uncomfortable, you don't want to accept it, but a part of you enjoys it.

You try to map out a plan in your head, but every possibility seems to carry with it an abyss of consequences. would Makime ignore your situation? Fuck that's such a stupid thought, knowing him you know he wouldn't, always looking at you like he's the hunter and maybe he is. Could he force you to go through with this pregnancy you don't want? Your throat tightens with fear and uncertainty, a feeling you can't choke down.

You bite the end of the towel wrapped around your head, as if it might somehow take away the stress of the dark thoughts that crowd in. You keep looking for a way out, a spark of hope in the midst of this overwhelming anxiety that invades you, you have always been like this, insecure though trying.

The sound of the door being slammed abruptly breaks the silence of the room, snapping you out of your jumbled thoughts. Powa, with his thunderous energy and imperative attitude, bursts into the room like a flurry of chaos. He informs you, in his characteristic shouting tone, that Aki has already served dinner and everyone is waiting for you at the table. Though with your fog of thoughts carried away from the questions, you barely give a nod with your eyes lost in nothingness.

His words ring in your ears as you look up, meeting Powa's rambunctious figure. The blood possessed one seems more playful and noisy than ever, ready to drag you away from the pensive trance you were in. It moves into your field of vision crouching down to you, doing its best to get your attention and pull you out of that darkness.

"Looks like someone got lost in your world again," Powa comments, a hint of mockery in his voice as he smiles, showing those shark teeth that seem to be his trademark. His words sound like an invitation to leave your worries behind and join the present.

His defiant smile and mischievous child's attitude wrench a response from you. You come out of your trance, your face lights up with a nervous smile, aware that Powa might notice your worries, which you don't want him to, so you smile at him trying to draw his attention away from you. You hope that this momentary distraction will keep the rambunctious demon away and offer you a respite from the emotional storm in which you find yourself mired.

You leave the guest room that Aki had lent you, you didn't want to think about Rintarou either, what would you say to him? You don't think you're capable of anything. Your eyes fall on the trio of men occupying the kitchen. Aki is concentrating on cooking with his usual grace, while Denji and Powa argue animatedly over the vegetables that none of them seem willing to eat.

As you watch the scene, a momentary relief washes over you. The comfort of being with them, even in the midst of your anxieties, makes you feel that perhaps you can find temporary refuge… But you know the fate that awaits the three of them, it only makes you feel worse about your apparent betrayal. However, the fear of breaking that tranquility persists, holding you back in your intentions to share your worries.

Denji stops fighting with Powa and fixed his eyes at you, greeting you with an enthusiastic "Good morning, (Y/N)!" Your smile forms automatically, as if his greeting manages to momentarily dispel your gloomy thoughts.

You gather at the table, sharing your meal and chatting naturally. Aki, always attentive, asks you if everything is all right. You nod silently, not wanting to delve into your own internal struggles, not whether you wanted to bring back those horrible memories of Makime violating your privacy or this pregnancy of yours. Denji, with his characteristic intuition, comments that you seem quieter than usual, which he finds strange since you are usually the more playful one in these situations.

You stop eating for a moment, laughing nervously at his observation. "Really? S-sorry, I didn't notice," you reply trying to deflect, knowing that you don't want your world of worries to overshadow the moment you share with them.

Again, like a blur, everyone is already dressed in their uniforms, including you. You leave the apartment ready to face the day. You walk with the trio to work, your finger finds its way into your mouth, biting it anxiously once again. You wonder if the bulge in your belly will be noticeable after several months, if the stares of those around you will discover your secret. Makime is a constant weight in your thoughts, wondering what he will say once he sets eyes on you.

Every time you meet, you always feel vulnerable and nervous no matter how much you want to cover up that feeling.

As you move forward with your friends, you feel a mixture of nervousness, disgust and fear. But again, you swallow all your feelings.

The quartet advances towards the public security offices, each step you take carrying with it a load of nervousness that is reflected in your finger, which keeps getting bitten until it bleeds. The thought of facing Makime in the office torments you, and your mind races to what might happen if the devil control detects your nerves which you don't try very hard to conceal either.

The offices lie before you, and you feel as if each step brings you a little closer to the abyss of your worries. You know that when they work, they need to request the file of the next mission from Makime, and the mere idea of crossing words with him fills you with those thoughts. What will he say if he finds out about your pregnancy? You always come back to that question and fear his dirty words as possessive attached to the weight of his penetrating gaze.

Finally, you find yourself alongside the trio as they enter the offices. Aki leads the way, and you stay behind him, almost as if afraid to cross the threshold of the door. You can feel Makime's eyes on you, like needles piercing your skin. But for now, the red-haired man says nothing, he just listens and dictates the orders for the day.

Your mind clouds with a mixture of fear and resignation, as you try to keep your composure by not letting your worries overpower you. As Aki and the others dive into the discussion, your thoughts turn to Makime, how to deal with this dangerous game of appearances and secrets.

As Aki withdraws, you feel the urge to follow him, as if his presence might offer you a refuge in the midst of this awkward situation. But your plans vanish when Makime intervenes, requesting that everyone leave the office except you. His request causes your nerves to intensify, and you feel a strange sense of vulnerability pressing down on you.

Aki casts you a look of concern and comfort before closing the door behind him. The dull click of the lock adds extra weight to the already tense atmosphere in the room. You find yourself alone with Makime, and discomfort seems to fill every corner.

Makime slowly approaches you, his sly gaze and soft words forming a trap that you feel yourself sinking into. The redhead's closeness only intensifies the tightness in your chest, as if you're trapped in his magnetic orbit until you feel it… your back against his chest. You don't want to look into his predatory eyes.

"It saddens me that you are ignoring me, and I thought you had already accepted me. You know I would never hurt you or do anything you don't want, for example… Your moans that night, so soft and innocent."

His words, though laden with false comfort, only leave you more anxious. Your mind whirls as you try to decipher words with which to attack. You feel the tension in the air, a mixture of fear and obedience that keeps you on edge.

Makime's amused smile triggers a shiver down your spine. You know he can smell your fear, and that only adds to your unease. Suddenly, he takes your nibbled hand in a gesture that seems too intimate, too invasive. He scolds you for your behavior, treating it as a childish prank, as if this whole game is simply that: a game for his own twisted amusement.

"Tch! But what a mess you made… You know I'm not stupid, but we won't ask questions, okay? Let me help you with that."

The feel of his fingers around yours makes you feel trapped, and you realize that you are in a dangerous position when he runs his tongue over your badly moderated wounded fingers.

As his presence dominates the room, your thoughts become increasingly suffocating, as if you are caught in a net from which you do not know how to escape.

Makime advances with sly complacency, his falsely friendly smile is like a hook in the murky water of the situation, as he continues to play with his mouth… Oh! That beautiful, stupid, voracious mouth.

"You don't need to get so uptight, (Y/N)," he murmurs with a softness that contrasts with the storm you feel in his gaze clouded with dark thoughts. "You know I'm always here to listen if you have any problems."

Your eyes roll quickly avoiding looking at him again, desperately trying to divert the conversation away from the dangerous waters. "Oh, it's nothing, Makime. I'm just… a little tired lately," you reply in a shaky voice, aware that every word out of your mouth can be a double-edged sword in this game of yours.

Makime moves even closer, his proximity suffocating. "Tired, huh?" he muses, his tone laden with irony. "It can be overwhelming work being a demon hunter, I won't deny you that. However, you should take it easy, sometimes those emotions can lead you down…deadly…routes."

Your mind races through the possibilities behind the meaning in his words, but before you can articulate a response, he takes the initiative once again. "Haven't you noticed how your fingers are hurt?" he asks with a tone that oscillates between concern and mockery, it is obvious that the question is unnecessary in this situation.

His eyes are riveted on the hand he's still holding, as if he's analyzing every little detail of you, how his saliva is still on your wounds. Fuck how he wants to lick your sweet skin again, that addictive blood.

You stumble over your own words, diverting his attention back to you. "Oh, it's no big deal, I'm just a little nervous from the stress of work. I nibble my fingers without realizing it, sorry," you say, trying to sketch a smile that hides your true feelings. "I wouldn't want to bother you with nonsense like this."

Makime laughs softly, a laugh that makes you feel as if you're caught in a net of his design. "Nonsense, you say. But you know, (Y/N), sometimes things we consider small reveal a lot about us." His eyes sparkle with a mischievous spark as he continues, "We must learn to control ourselves, don't you think?"

You feel caught up in his devious game, a conversation that seems harmless on the surface but carries with it a subtle venom. His every word seems like a carefully crafted trap, and as you struggle to maintain your composure, you realize that you are dancing on the edge of manipulation and deception.

Makime continues his game, like a cat toying with its prey before finally attacking. His piercing eyes search yours, as if he is trying to read every thought that passes through your mind. "Sometimes, it's important to talk about our worries," he comments, his voice soft as the scrape of a sharp knife. "If you have something on your mind, (Y/N), don't hesitate to tell me. I don't want you to feel alone in this."

You feel the weight of his words like an anvil on your chest. You want to speak, desperately want to free yourself from the anguish that surrounds you, but the thought of confiding in Makime, of revealing your intimate thoughts to him, fills you with an almost paralyzing fear. His true intentions are hidden behind that mask of kindness, and you can't help but wonder if this is simply another game on his part. You don't want to be controlled by him, though at this point your lustful side wonders if you could withstand the temptation.

"Thank you, Makime," you reply, trying to remain calm, though your words tremble slightly. "I'll keep that in mind. For now, I'm just… trying to manage my own insecurities."

Makime's sly smile widens slightly, as if he's enjoying your discomfort. "Insecurities, huh? We all have our internal struggles, (Y/N), but you shouldn't be carrying all that weight alone." He takes a step closer, his presence feeling more intimidating than ever, his hand squeezing yours. "Remember, we're on the same team."

Your mind twists with conflicting thoughts, the desire to trust fighting against the fear of falling into his trap. His every word seems like a rope squeezing your throat, a rope that threatens to choke any truth you may be about to reveal. You realize you are in a dangerous game, one where every move can be fatal.

"Ahh! Anyway, I don't want to delay your work. I hope you have a desirable performance this week, don't get distracted yes?" Makime's eyes keep searching for some chink in your armor, looking you in the eye as you struggle to stand your ground, you realize that every word you choose could be the final nail in your own coffin.

"Y-yeah, well I'm out" You could hardly think straight and more so when he ended up kissing the back of your hand.

[torawro]

HOME IS WHERE THE HEART IS. ( a. h )

pairing ! ━━ aki hayakawa x fem! reader

cw ! ━━ minors/ageless blogs do not interact. reader is black + thick coded but you don’t have to imagine it that way. basically boyfriend!aki who is very soft for his princess we luv him for that <3 lots of fluff and like…introspective moments? suggestive themes. descriptions of smoking.

word count !  ━━ 3.7k

notes ! ━━ this is an expanded version of this ask & the art used came from this post. ive been wanting to write this for a while, but ive been putting it off bc i wanted to start/work on other things and wasn’t sure if this would even be any good. but the akirot has fermented and here we are <3 i love writing soft love scenarios (i’ve been a sucker for them lately) so this is what this is. i hope y’all enjoy ! REBLOGS ARE HEAVILY APPRECIATED!

AKI HAYAKAWA WAS A. . . PERSONAL MAN. he cherished every little thing that he was blessed with very profoundly, and held them close to his heart, where they would be safe within its hardened, cold exterior. he protects these things— these emotions, these ideas, these people—with all his might, because he knew very well, maybe even better than anyone, that tomorrow was never promised.

he values the things he’s received even on a subconscious level, where he doesn’t actively realize that’s what it is: him caring to such an uncanny extent. it was like that with the first cigarettes he ever received from himeno, it was the same regarding his friendship with denji and power—

and it was ultimately the case with you. especially with you, matter of fact.

this explains why the two of you were pressed up against each other in a yearning embrace. aki had comfortably sandwiched you in between the wall and his firm body, while just a few feet away was the front door, where his devil-like subordinates waited outside.

he was very personal about you and the relationship you shared with him, the trust and the genuine connection that tethered both your hearts and souls to one another. he didn’t even want mere glances from the likes of denji and power to taint this special thing he held so tenderly in his big, calloused hands. their teasing of aki being “so whipped” for you fell on deaf ears the moment his closed your door with his foot and his fingers came in contact with your skin.

it wasn’t exactly a lie, he supposed.

the kiss was drawn out. longing, and wistful. it was slow enough for you to savor hints of every delicacy that clung to the walls of his mouth, and he did the same to you, low sounds of pleasure threatening to escape his throat. you tasted the spearing blanket of peppermint that coated the other flurry of flavors on aki’s lips and tongue, like the stale aroma of the cigarettes he smoked an hour ago, and the tangy cocktail he drank with his meal. and you loved it. 

the dark-haired male sensually swiped his tongue across your bottom lip, effectively licking off most of the lip gloss you wore. gently, he tugged on your bottom lip with his teeth, before letting the pink muscle slither in between the barrier known as your lips; you tasted the gloss that you’ve been wearing all night.

you whined into his mouth when aki tugged at your bottom lip again— a little firmer and more yearning this time—and you followed his movements, perfectly in sync with one another. you melted into his taut chest when one of the hands that held onto your waist slipped past the material of your long, fitted cardigan and found its way under your ribbed tank top. his hands felt like ice against your warm skin and caused you to shudder at his touch. his palms gently squeezed and unclenched at your fleshy sides as a way to ground you back to him.

after what felt like an eternity, the rest of the world around you completely muted, aki finally pulled away from the kiss, his forehead dipped slightly to your height and rested against yours. your breathing patterns became harmonized with each other’s after a few seconds.

this. . . moments like these were precious to aki. it was personal to him, and it was all his.

“fuck. . . . . i’ve been wanting to kiss you like that since the moment we picked you up earlier” he confessed in a breathy voice. it was almost unusual to hear your boyfriend be so forward or use expletives so casually—he was usually such a composed man— but you found his words arousing, and you bit your lip to contain the giggle that wanted to escape. perhaps it was that fruity alcoholic beverage he drank, and the four subsequent glasses he consumed afterwards that made him so. . . so—

another chaste kiss on the corner of your mouth pulled you out of your thoughts. and then another a little farther down. then a third and fourth back on your lips. you couldn’t help the loving smile that morphed onto your face, finding his affections extremely endearing.

letting your fingers ascend from his shoulders to the back of his neck, your french tipped fingers numbly scratched at the back of his head. the dull sensation on his scalp was almost relaxing, but it also made his heartbeat continuously skip several beats. if aki were a cat, he swore he would have purred. 

“hmm, aren’t you too cute?” you cooed teasingly, earning you a faux irritated roll of his eyes from him. “but don’t you have to get up early for work tomorrow? you and others should get going, it’s getting late.”

your boyfriend let his eyes flutter close, inhaled deeply, and threw his hand back to exhale, a soft groan getting caught in the mix.

“yeah, i do . . . . but i’d honestly rather not go back with those two. working with them is one thing but living with them on top of it is something else entirely. they’re complete pigs, it’s disgusting. and having them in my personal space feels like hell every day.”

you chuckled airily at his childlike complaints, while allowing your other hand to shift to cup his face. “i totally understand. it can be hard, but just take it one day at a time, okay? and be patient with them.” you put extra emphasis on the word patience because you knew how aki could get if provoked enough.

the devil hunter groaned again, letting his head hang until it fully rested on your shoulder. he still wasn’t fond of denji and power being placed under his care or being in his space, but he didn’t mind you in his. matter fact, it’s something he’d grow to crave more and more as the days went by. it was unbecoming for a man like him, but he couldn’t find it within himself to care all that much. 

“now go! denji and power are waiting for you,” your voice trailed off and morphed into a more sing-song tone, which aki didn’t find amusing. but still, he sucked it up and stood at his full height with a heavy sigh. 

“fine.” if you squinted hard enough, it almost looked like he was pouting. “gimme a kiss first.” he mumbled with a titled head, trailing his hands up and down your waist.

your chest tightened in glee when his already deep voice grew darker, just a little heavier, that you could feel it’s weight on your waist where his hands rested; you were obsessed with his voice, especially when it was unable to conceal his obvious desire for you. happily obliging to his request, the both of you leaned in for a sweet peck, the noise of your lips softly smacking and then finally separating tugging a rare smile at aki’s lips. just as you were about to pull away, aki’s ample hands immediately grabbed the back of your neck and held it in place so you couldn’t move.

“wait, one more baby” his grumbled again, his tone thicker than before. how could you deny him when he looked at you like that and asked so nicely? so, you gave what he (and you) both wanted.

“mmm just— just one more. this is the last one, i promise.”

it was, in fact, not the last one. he’d say ‘one more’ five more times (and you’d give in every single time) before you had to literally pry him off. as you ushered him towards the door, with his hand on the doorknob, he assured you in a soft voice that he’ll come to see you the following weekend, because this week was supposedly going to be very busy for him.

“i’ll see you soon, alright? stay safe. call me if you need anything.” he planted one final, gentle kiss on your forehead. it was his own personal way of saying ‘i love you’.

maybe he’ll work up the courage to actually say those three weighty words one day. a part of him wanted that day to be sooner rather than later.

“you’re the one who needs to be careful, out here killing devils and shit everyday. but anyway, i’ll see ya later, handsome.”

your subtle compliment made aki’s body stiffen for a moment, and you were able to see his ears redden in real time as he exited your apartment. 

the fond contentment that surrounded the sword-wielding hunter was snatched away from him the moment the door closed behind his heels, and the crisp, cold air embraced his figure. 

denji and power immediately flooded his ears with questions, ones he didn’t care enough to answer. they were too personal for him. as far as he was concerned, they didn’t need to know what went on in his relationship. like second nature, his face returned to its naturally stoic state, and he pulled out a second cigarette and lit it as he walked away from the two devils, who were still pestering him with obscene inquiries.  

in that instance, he once again left his beating heart in human form behind on the ninth story of the apartment complex.

one could assume this might have been why aki hayakawa was so frigid all the time. the warmth of your love, of your being in itself that set fire to the blood in his veins, was pulled away from his grasp, causing his skin to harden and freeze in solitude and indifference. it ultimately contributed to overall icy personality, which seemed to be more steely than usual. each time his thoughts pondered on your tasteful figure —even for a moment— or the memory of your honeyed voice kissed his mind’s ear, he would have to stifle of groan of longing and annoyance, because instead of being in your bed, cradling you in his strong grasp, he had to be out here instead: his suit stained with the blood of some repulsive devil creature, dealing with all these. . . people, he thought in vague disdain, and dreading the paperwork he’d have to fill out for makima. 

the week seemed to have weights on its feet, with the way it dragged on day after day, ever so slowly. it was too slow for aki and work, as well as his eccentric roommates, were driving him up the wall.

aki’s skin grew too cold, it resembled too much like solid ice, where if you came to close in its vicinity, its frost would bite you. he had been without the warmth of his heart for too long. 

this realization would soon lead the dark-haired male to sneak out of his own house in the dead of night, an unfathomable gravitational force deep within his being pulled him to the little slice of heaven in this hell he had to live in everyday: to you. 

aki understood the impulsivity and recklessness of his actions and was well aware of the risks of walking around alone at night, knowing that there could be devils lurking literally anywhere. he didn’t care though; nothing else mattered when you were involved. he also knew that he really should be in bed, resting so he can be ready for another grueling day at his job tomorrow. 

but he just couldn’t seem to drift off into a dreamless slumber that his body so desperately wanted. not when you lingered and danced in the forefront of his subconscious.

it was an ungodly hour, most likely past two a.m., and lucky for aki, you were awake to feel the buzz of your phone in your palms. your closed laptop laid idle on the desk next to your bed, feeling the crushing weight of an assignment you were dreading lifted off your shoulders as soon as you pressed the submit button. now, you were currently going through your ‘watch later’ compilation on youtube, slowly but surely making your way through the list. 

that’s when you saw the notification from your boyfriend drop down from the top of the screen. reflexively, your heartbeat quickened, and your finger twitched as you read his rather straightforward text. 

you up? if you are, come unlock the door for me 

it’s a marvel how he seemed to know that you were awake at this hour. for all he knew, you could have been fast asleep, enjoying your ride to dreamland. 

but you supposed that just proved how attuned your man was to you. it was frightening sometimes, like he knew you better than yourself. 

and it would make sense for someone to be in tune with such an important organ more than anything else because of course, it was the one that gave them life and one wouldn’t be able to effectively survive without it. 

aki’s began to drown in the sea of his own thoughts, he didn’t even realize that the door was already open, and you stood there waiting for him. your soft spoke snapped him out of the daze he was in. you couldn’t stop the faint, cheeky grin that pulled at your facial muscles the longer you stared at your lover. 

if aki leaned close enough and looked hard enough, he might be able to see the hearts in your pupils. something about him coming here in the dead of night— randomly, no less — felt so adolescent. it felt like the two of you were some starstruck lovers in high school that couldn’t stay away from the other for too long. and something about the fact made your body temperature increase. 

you noticed that aki’s hair wasn’t tied up in its usual top-knot style. it cascaded freely in dark waved across his face, acting as a shadowy curtain over his lashes. the onyx stud earring’s he always wore glimmered in the refraction of the singular light that hung over their heads in the hallway. his katana was slung lifelessly across his back on top of the black hoodie he wore. 

aki’s face was mainly expressionless as he stared back at you, and yet, he still managed to look effortlessly beautiful. 

you’d never know that thoughtful stare could prove to be too much for him sometimes. the man found himself quickly tearing his gaze from yours after a few seconds, deciding that your eggshell white painted toes and silver anklet were far more interesting. and they were, because they were so pretty looking. everything about you was so pretty. 

he opened his mouth a little to say something, but then immediately closed it again, swallowing whatever thoughts he was going to share. concern briefly flickered in your brow at the minimal action. “aki? is.... everything okay?” you asked him carefully, knowing that he wasn’t the type to wear his heart on his sleeve or open about anything so easily.

he would need to warm up first to do that. 

aki took several moments to reply, and in the silence, his feet took control of the rest of his body and took a step forward. then another, and then another, until he had your back up against the wall, just like the other night. your breath slightly hitched at the memory, your chests brushing against one another.

“. . . everything’s fine. those two just. . . can be so fucking loud sometimes, even when they’re sleeping. can’t stand it.” his voice was rough and full of complaints, but his hands were gentle, finding their way back home on the flesh of your waist, and used it as leverage to pull your hips against his. you could feel the heat of his crotch on yours/

“one of these days, i’m actually going to kill them in their sleep and dump their bodies on the street.” and there it was again, that dip in volume that made his voice sound more like a sensual rumble in this throat. you started to wonder if he was aware of it or not.

the flicker of his intensifying gaze from your eyes to your lips seemed to be the catalyst in the two of your moving your faces closer together. both of you were so close he could feel the air escaping from your mouth when you let out a chuckle. “so dramatic. so...you came all the way here, because they were snoring too loud?” your eyes were lidded now, teasing him with faux offense embedded in your tone as you wrapped your arms around his neck.

aki all but hummed, not caring enough to reply at the moment, because he now became too busy pressing a much-anticipated kiss on your lips. this time, it was saccharine. it was eager, bordering on desperate. but most of all, it was warm. aki sighed and groaned into your mouth, relishing in the warmth of being here with you, in your house, in your arms, thawing the cold barrier that surrounded his veins. 

as the kiss grew more fervent ━ one of his hands gliding up the valley of your breast to comfortably latch onto your throat, and your hand that was clasp took root in his soft hair, giving it a little tug ━ neither he, nor you, could suppress the shudder that crawled up your spines.

the need to properly breath soon became too overwhelming, and soon enough the both of you pulled away from one other, panting softly into each other’s mouth, him resting his forehead on yours. 

“yeah...” he spoke slowly, trying to remember the question before the two of you kissed; his head was still fuzzy from the sheer euphoria of it all. “they’re....too loud. anyway, let’s go to bed, baby. ‘m tired.”

with one final peck on your lips, he slipped out of your loose grasp and padded his way to your room, with you following after him. you plopped on your bed and got comfortable as you watched your boyfriend maneuver back and forth between your room and bathroom as if he lived here. it felt very...domestic and you had to bite back the grin that wanted to pull at your lips and contain your giddiness.

as you connected your phone to its charger and set it on the nightstand, aki’s taller frame climbed into bed next to you. his clothing was reduced to his boxers and t-shirt, presumably wearing it under the hoodie he arrived in. instinctively, your bodies were pulled towards each other underneath the blankets: your head against the crook of aki’s neck and one hand on his chest, while his lanky, muscled arm was draped across your back, his palms rubbing miscellaneous patterns along your sides and thigh.

“you mind if i smoke a little before we sleep?” he broke the silence that filled your bedroom, remembering to be courteous whenever he came over.

you hummed sleepily, not realizing your own exhaustion as soon as you snuggled up against your boyfriend. “mmm, g‘head, baby. just open the window when you do....don’t want the smell to linger.”

it was amusing to aki  that while gave him permission to get up satisfy his smoker habit, you still you nuzzled yourself against him, holding him close like he was your own personal teddy bear. chuckling softly, he slithered out of your grasp and out of the comfort of your bed to grab the pack of smokes and his lighter that were in his hoodie pocket. 

remembering that you kept an ashtray in one of the drawers━ just for him; his heart pounded at the thought━ he placed it on the nightstand, and like second nature, pulled a pale white cigarette from its container with his teeth. with a few flicks of his black lighter ━one, two, three ━ the orange flame he’d come to be very well acquainted with sprang out from its plastic cage and kissed the end of his cigarette. wispy, white tendrils of smoke escaped from the end of the cigarette and idly floated into the atmosphere. inhaling and exhaling, as if he were breathing regularly, aki rested his back against the headrest of the bed, and blew out the toxic fumes, letting excesses of smoke lazily dribble past his lips. 

the man’s dark, cerulean eyes drowsily shifted from the blank ceiling to your now sleeping form next to him. he took comfort in the way your body gently rose and fell, and the way your facial muscles relaxed into complete bliss, not having a care in the world. 

the veiny hand that wasn’t holding the cigarette came to gently stroke the apple of your cheeks, then shifted so he could stroke your soft lips with the pad of his thumb. even in your sleep, you sensed his touch and leaned into his rugged palm. his chest ached and stomach churned watching you do that and God you were just so cute. so pretty and so soft and all his. every time he saw you, he liked the sound of that more and more.

this moment, it was comparable to a husband and wife sharing a bed. the thought made his cheeks and neck burn, almost causing him to choke on the smoke he was inhaling. aki wished all his days could end like this. he wished every day could begin and end like this, until the end of time. 

after a few more minutes, aki snuffed out the cigarette on the ash tray next to him, got up to brush his teeth and gargle mouthwash for a second time this evening, and climbed into bed with finality. pulling your figure into his once more. his now warm hand glided up and down the canvas of your spine, and both of your legs became entangled with each other.

this particular thing, his relationship with you, was very personal to aki hayakawa, indeed. he cherished it admittedly more than his own job and he wanted to show you, as well as tell you, how much you meant to him everyday for the rest of his life.

that’s probably why he placed one last tender kiss on your forehead before letting slumber take over, and against your skin he mumbled something that had been weighing heavy on his chest and his mind for longer than he realized.

“i... i love you, princess. sweet dreams.”

aki closed his eyes before he realized your own eye that had peeled open at his thick, sleepy voice, suppressing a dreamy smile at his love confession.

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[my-fancy-hat]

In the last few chapters I've noticing bits of similarities between some characters and the course of action with part 1 that, well, coming from the same author is kind of expected, but lately they've been more and more explicit and I can't help but think that maybe! there's an intention on mirrowing Denji's current development to part 1's while leading the plot toward the new "bomb girl" arc for part 2.

At first, Denji is introduced in the beggining of a new arc with an internal conflict about himself and/or his place in the world in the dichotomy of what he actually feels about his situation and what he SHOULD feel compared to someone else reaction: Aki's heartbreak for Himeno's death versus Denji's lack of empathy for the loss and the world living as it is in normalcy versus his discomformity about it. This opens a key question that will haunt Denji for the next chapters, looking for an answer capable of content him: "Do I still have a human heart?" and "Nothing beats a normal life?"

In the meantime and uncertainty, Denji is invited to hang out to a cinema date by a person who may are able to understand what afflicts him at the moment and so, influencing him:

In csm cinema is potrayed as a place of reflection and contemplation about life itself, and as Makima bringed on this concept, movies can change one's worldview. At the end of part 1 we discover that all the control devil wanted was to find an equal, to form genuine and equal relationships of mutual care like a family does; this by extention resonates with Denji because, even in his ineptitude to identify these kind of emotional issues due his lack of experience with other people and life in general, is what he wishes as well, connection, aceptance and companionship. This is why the last scene of the last movie touched both of them to the point of tears, as if the big screen did bring back to life and exposed before their eyes their most hidden desire.

On the other hand, one of the main goals Denji had was to achieve a normal life, pushing him foward since chapter 1 to secure it and do what he has missed of life or what he should be doing as a teen of his age. Such want seems not to be unique of Denji because Yoshida has also vocalized (when the oportunity is given) on wanting to know what normalcy is about, tagging along with Denji in multiple occasions, between classes, skipping classes, getting treats and coffee in their way, talking about girls, etc. Going to school, hanging out, a home to return to, good memories of childhood to look back, to have a lovely family and friends, I think is what both wish or wished to have, and so it's projected on screen in a familiar scenario, maybe a callback to the token of part 1 tragedies-accomplishment of this way of living, a little girl that could possibly be Nayuta with her schoolbag, heading to school?

But, where the view was hindered by tears of catharsis, now it is by the corpse of a demon that spattered its blood on the screen. The answers were deliverated, but Denji stills comes to his seatmate for the final confirmation:

...to both of them leaving him alone behind in the realization of this induced epiphany. While with Makima it was a relief, that in fact he has a heart capable of love and care therefore capable of connecting with others, Yoshida leaves a sour taste in Denji's mouth. The normalcy that Denji dreamed of is not what he found; that reality also contemplates loneliness, boredom and disappointment too.

In other parallels that are worth notting are the assignation of a new bodyguard replacement for Denji by Makima and Yoshida to facilitate vigilance and security over him:

And, how Denji's reaction to this isn't that welcoming making him disappointed of their new partner even tho his bodyguards are, in fact, big fans of chainsaw man:

Culminating on, as for now, with the introduction of a "friendly" pretty face hybrid:

With all this I want to make it clear that I do not want to pretend or demostrate that Yoshida = Makima, that sword man will be Denji's new love interest or smth or even worse to compare Beam with Fumiko for have approached Denji without his consent, like, no. These characters are playing similar roles already potrayed by someone else in part 1 now with Denji in part two conserving their own traits and unique issues. I don't know if authors put this much thought on their writting to come up with these kind of things nonetheless I'm so excited how things will play out this time for Denji since, if we follow bomb girls course, Sword man appearance may not hold many good intentions for Denji, explaining why Yoshida assigned Fumiko to protect him in anticipation of this new enemy, just like Makima did against Reze.

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hmmm🏴

[actuallysaiyan]

69 with Aki please

warnings: mentions of sex, mentions of spanking, slight brat taming, kissing prompt list here

Working with Aki was one thing, but to have to live with him for a small amount of time was not quite on your bingo card for the year. You wondered if maybe you had a curse put on you that happened to pair you up with this annoying man. Despite his calm and stoic nature, he wasn’t fooling you anymore. You knew he could be such a pain in the ass, and he was especially a giant thorn in your side.

Today was really mentally taxing, and Aki was just making it worse for you. You were on edge completely considering it had been so long since you got laid, and Aki was just piling on everything on you. You weren’t sure if you should just slap him and yell at him or to push him against the wall and kiss him.

“You’re just as bad as Denji and Power. You leave your dirty clothes all over the floor, you don’t make your bed and you sneak in late at night and wake everyone up.”

You scoff at his complaining. Just because you were trying to have a love life meant that he had to scold you for it. It was just really getting under your skin and you were about to leave when he grabs your wrist and leads you into the kitchen. In the sink sits a pile of dishes, of which many are actually yours.

The thing that’s been bugging you the most lately was the fact that your latest flame had broken up with you. So now your nights were spent lonely, and you were craving the touch of a man. What was even worse was that you were beginning to contemplate your partner. Though you were sure he was completely devoted to Makima and that Himeno had her sights set on him, you had begun to wonder what kind of lover he might be.

“Do you see these dishes?” Aki asks, pulling you out of your thoughts.

You roll your eyes, “Yeah yeah, I know..”

He grunts frustratedly, not sure how to deal with such a contemptuous reply. He begins to berate you, asking you why you’d leave so many dishes in the sink. He begins to complain about other things you’ve done this week, but the thing that keeps popping up in his mind is the fact that you keep sneaking out to fuck men when you could just come to his room.

“Look, it’s all good. I’ll get to ‘em real soon.”

“Listen to me, you’re going to clean them up now, or else you’ll have—”

“I said I would do ‘em real soon. Chillax why don’t you?”

Your response is much too brazen for his liking. He’s growing even more and more irritated, but all he can think about is pushing you up against the wall and kissing you sloppily. He wants to run his fingers through your hair as you make out, swapping spit and grinding against one another like your lives depend on this pleasure.

“Don’t tell me to chillax, I don’t want–”

“Shhh, don’t worry about all this.” You interrupt a second time.

Aki takes a deep breath before he clings to your wrist even tighter. In one swift motion, you’re so much closer to him. His eyes are narrowed and he’s gritting his teeth in anger. You’re not sure you’ve ever seen him like this.

“If you interrupt me one more time– so help me god,” He hisses between his gritted teeth. “I’m going to spank you until your ass is almost purple.”

You’re stunned by his words. These surely weren’t the words from the “stick-up-his-ass” Aki. Shivers run down your spine as you realize that he’s really threatening to brat tame you. You pout at him, and it only proves to make him even more angry.

He shoves you against the wall, his lips on yours in a feverish kiss. You can taste cigarettes on his lips, and it makes you feel your head spinning from this sudden passion. His hands are wandering the expanse of your body, kneading and groping your curves. He cups your tits, pressing them together as his thumbs tease your nipples through your shirt.

“You must think you’re so fuckable,” Aki grunts, “I know you sneak out at night to get fucked.”

You laugh between fervent kisses, “And? What’s it to you?”

He growls and pushes you even harder up against the wall, “You know you could have just come to me to get the fucking of your lifetime.”

You smirk, “No time like the present, Aki.”