#csm fanfic

[hiwofumi]

       𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐢𝐟 𝐰𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐢𝐭         

starring ⭒ kishibe ⭒ fem reader

tags ⭒ fluff ⭒ age gap ⭒ suggestive scenes ⭒ pet names (for kishibe: old man, dear) ⭒ size difference (reader is smaller than kishibe) ⭒ 1.7k words

note ⭒ started making the banner, had a breakdown, bon appétit 🫠 ⭒ big thank you to the dears @akicore and @blueparadis for beta reading!

𝟏 ︱ THE CONFESSION

“I like you.”

You’re seated next to him in the quiet of a meeting room when you blurt it out. He’s slouching over the wide table, tapping the surface with his fingers, a hair’s breadth of patience left. When he hears you, his fingers stop. Then he turns to you. “Why?”

He retains his lax expression. He’s noticed through your gestures—your habit of lacing your arm around his as you walk, your common act of sitting too close to him (like you are at present). Always him and no one else.

“I’m just an old man. You’re a charming young lady.” He adds.

“Give yourself some credit, old man,” you say, eyeing him casually, resting your cheek on your palm. “Sure, you’re rough around the edges, but I like that about you.”

He always thought your affection was platonic, a young devil hunter doting on her eldest senior. It didn’t necessarily help—if there was anyone who knew best what happened to the good ones, it was him.

He’s certain he won’t ask you to stop anytime soon, though.

“What do you say?” you ask.

“I say you’re crazy,” he responds.

“Is that a no?”

He deliberates as he gazes at you. “No. I like crazy.”

Intrigued by his answer, you reach for his scar, grazing it with the pads of your fingers. His thin beard scratches your palm. His fixed stare tells you he’s waiting for a motion.

The space between you recedes until your lips touch.

You know the taste of whisky and menthol cigarettes, but not when they came from his mouth. Not when he was written all over them.

They taste better like this.

When Makima walks in, you’re settled comfortably on his lap, and your lipstick smears the edges of his mouth. You both turn to her with alarm, the faces of two people caught.

“What’s this?” she smirks, then she turns to you. “I’m surprised. You never struck me as the antique type.”

𝟐 ︱ THE LIFE

When Kishibe was alone, he would come home late at night to inebriate or ​sleep his inebriation away. His apartment was empty whether he was in it or not; every space seemed cold and hollow, void of anything worthwhile. He refused to stick around for long periods of time.

Now it’s a dresser crowded with makeup products, a closet with nude-colored bras and panties, and a bathroom drain clogged with hair.

It’s also button-ups of contrasting sizes in the washer, big and small dress shoes in the genkan, and the empty side of the bed pleasantly filled.

He’s never felt warmer in his home.

“Eat your fruit, old man,” you lean over the armchair he sits in with a plate of sliced apples in your hand. You offer him a genial smile along with it.

His eyes reflect the motions of what’s on TV as he accepts the plate. “I don’t think you should keep calling me ‘old man,’”

You sit on one of the chair’s armrests. “How’s ‘baby’ sound?”

“Anything but that,” he says plainly, feeding the first piece of apple he picks up to you.

You chew loudly, uttering in between, “Master?”

“You’re not my student anymore,”

“Kishibe?”

“That’s just my name.”

“Hmm,” your tongue protrudes from your cheek. Then you tip your head toward him, “Dear?”

You see it in his pause: the slight curve of his lips, indicating you’ve hit the jackpot.

“I like that.”

𝟑 ︱ THE INTIMACY

“Oh dear,”

Your bare skin rubs against dark sheets as you shift sideways, your head throbbing, a soreness between your thighs. The air you’ve woken up to reeks of liquor and sin.

When you open your eyes, you’re greeted by the old scars on Kishibe’s broad back. He turns to face the ceiling with his eyes still closed, his gray hair sticking out at the sides. “What?” he asks groggily, another layer of gruffness to his voice; it was like that in the morning.

“Did we . . . ?”

His eyes flutter open. He looks down, raises your shared blanket to peek under it, then puts it back. “Looks like it.”

You groan and roll to the other side, facing away from him. “I can’t remember a thing,” you rub your face with your palms.

“I can remember some things,” he faces your side and shifts closer, wrapping his arm around your bare waist, pressing his front to your back. His chin rests on the crown of your head.

“Like what?” you put your hand over his as his fingers caress your stomach.

“Your pretty face,” he murmurs lowly. “Your pretty sounds.”

A breathy chuckle escapes your nose. “Was I good?”

His palm flattens on your stomach. Then it glides downward, to the middle of your thighs, leaving a streak of warmth in its wake. Your lungs feel compressed in your rib cage.

He lingers there, and your mind falls into a one-track state, absorbed in the bliss of his motions.

“So good,” he indulges in your mewls, presses himself to you further, and you squirm.

𝟒 ︱ THE FEAR

For the majority of his life, Kishibe had only seen people die, die, and die.

With you working in the same field, the thought of you joining those people inevitably crept into his mind. It’s another reason to drink, another reason to lie awake at night with a head full of troubles that drown out the sound of your light snoring.

You’re never out of his sight when you’re working together, and you’re never at peace when you’re not. Your cellphone has never received so many calls in one day.

One night, as he undresses on the edge of the bed after a day at work, you straddle his lap. You drape your arms around his shoulders, over his half-undone button-up, and regard him with a tender smile.

He shouldn’t be bothered when you’re a heavenly sight, but the thought creeps into his mind again. He could lose this smile through your line of work. He could lose this existence if you weren’t careful.

For once, he wears his heart on his sleeve. “I think you should resign.”

Your smile falls. There’s no returning from this.

He continues, “Don’t worry about supporting your family. I’ll take care of it.”

Your eyes cast down to his loose necktie. You take it between your fingers and rub the silk. You deliberate for several moments, and the longer he waits, the louder the thumping in his chest resounds.

You meet his eyes with resolve, smiling again. “No.”

He opens his mouth to argue, but you continue, “Look, I know I’m not as strong as you are. Nobody is. But I can take care of myse—”

“I know,” he interrupts. “I’m not saying you can’t. I just want you to—”

“Be safe?” you cup his cheeks, leaning closer until your noses brush. “I know, dear.”

He breathes you in. He notes the growth of your pupils before pressing a kiss to your lips. “I can’t lose ya.”

“You won’t,” you kiss him, too, and linger on his lips. “In fact, I’ll stick around for so long that you’ll get sick of me.”

His heart settles. In a wave of relief, he takes you into his arms and stands. He kneels on the bed, sets your head down on the pillow, and swallows you with his frame. “You’ll get sick of me first,”

𝟓 ︱ THE RESOLVE

“Do you wanna get married?”

Your eyes grow, then shift from the ceiling to set on him. You lie together in bed; sweat sheens his forehead, and his bare chest rises and falls rapidly, like yours. But he sounded calm when he asked, and he looks calm as you observe him.

He turns his head to you. “If I die, everything I own will be yours. I don’t have much, but I’d like you to have all of it.”

In your pensive silence, your breathing eases. You shift your body and face his side, propping your head up on one elbow. “You make it sound like you have to convince me to marry you.”

He replies with a semblance of hope, “Is that a yes?”

You hum in brief thought. “Do you have a ring?”

He pauses, then says, “Not at the moment.”

“Then no,” you switch sides curtly, facing your back to him. He saw it coming.

You meant it lightly. But the following night, as you drink with your colleagues, your several calls to him go unanswered.

Your beer glass sweats in your hand. You wonder if it has to do with your rejection, or worse: What if something’s happened?

Your anxiety branches out, multiplying thought after thought: Should I have accepted his proposal the first time? Was that his last chance to ask me? My last chance to say yes? Are his possessions ever going to be mine like he hoped?

Your colleagues watch you closely, wanting and attempting to assure you that he’s fine. But they know as well as you do that you can never tell.

Then gray hair sticks out of the curtains, a head lowered to fit into the doorframe, and the first pair of eyes he meets is yours.

You’re on the verge of tears with your phone pressed to your ear. You put it down abruptly. “Where the hell were you?”

He trudges toward you, to the end of the low table where you sit alone, and kneels at your side. “Are you drunk? Why are you crying?”

“You weren’t answering my calls,” you sob, wiping your eyes with the back of your hand, looking down abashedly.

“I was getting you something,” his hand disappears under his coat. “It was hard to pick.”

He holds a small velvet box out to you and opens it, prompting a collective gasp from your colleagues. “Will you say yes this time?”

The ring matches his silver hair; its tiny stones adorning the sides of the center stone resemble the long scar on his cheek. Your glossy eyes reflect its luster, blurring with the spill of more tears. You nod at him.

Cheers rip through the silence of the room and disrupt the peace of the establishment. He slides the ring into your finger, presses a kiss to your hand, then your lips. “I’ll never leave your side.”

You sniff and smile against the brush of his thumbs under your wet eyes, the tender kiss he lays on your forehead. “I’ll take your word for it.”

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[mitsies]

❊ ikea kitchenettes & everything in between - aki hayakawa . . aki's going to break your new oven before you get a chance to use it.

warnings: very suggestive because let's bffr that's what we all want

men are too proud for their own good, you think. and to your misfortune, your fiancé is no exception.

beep. beep. beep.

the sound of buttons being furiously smashed picks up, to the point where you can hear it from beyond the shiny new kitchen island. it's a new apartment, full of shiny new appliances, which clearly are causing the love of your life a fair amount of strife.

from your position slouched onto the pillows on the floor (a substitute for a couch, before yours comes in) you can see silky black hair, a little bit creased by the hair tie that usually holds it in place, and hands carding through dark locks in frustration. you have to bite your lip to hold back a smile.

"everything good back there, aki?"

at your voice, his full face pops out from above the kitchen island. amber kitchen light shines dimly from bulbs yet to be replaced. he looks disgruntled, to say the least. you can't hide your amused expression when he states, "i think the oven is broken."

"but it's brand new?"

he sighs and places his hands on his hips. "they must've given us a defective one."

you're more than skeptical. he's more than certain. with a sigh, you rise from your seat on the make-shift couch and walk to the opposite side of the kitchen island, leaning over it to see what he was doing. a tray of vegetables sits on the middle rack of an unlit oven, and the screen on the side reads blank.

"it's fine. i'll figure something out; finish your reports," he says, watching as you come over to the oven's side and bend to check it out. you turn to him. "no, don't worry. this won't take long."

it's with great amusement that you press the big, obvious, glowing white 'power' button on the side of the oven's interface which illuminates the inside and turns it on. and it's with even greater amusement that you watch aki's face go so, so sour, as if he's just taken a bite of the biggest lemon set to be roasted on the tray.

"yeah," you muse, standing back up, "i think it's broken too."

you can't help the laughter that escapes your throat at his expression. you allow yourself to lean into his side as his eyes are narrowed and fixed onto the fully functional oven. wordlessly, his arm moves to accommodate you with an arm loosely draped around your waist. a natural reflex, at this point.

"i'm sure you'd have figured it out eventually." aki finally looks at you, breath ghosting your forehead.

"mhm. you knew all along. do you enjoy messing with me? watching me struggle?"

"what— hey!"

it's weird, to think about how a little over a year ago, you'd never even considered being here, in this position. if you told past-you that only six seasons in the future, you and your work crush would be a couple, living in a new apartment, with a new oven, and a kitchen so empty but somehow so, so full of love, you'd never believe it. if someone told you that the aki hayakawa would be comfortable enough to hold you so close, to plant a ginger kiss on your forehead like he's doing now, to joke around with you, to smile with all his teeth around you, you would laugh.

but that was then, and this is now. and this— this is real.

his lips are warm, if a little chapped, as they plant a gentle kiss to your forehead. his hold on your waist tightens, just a little, but enough to make you wish your bed was fully assembled. what you do have, though...

you beam at him. "how long will those vegetables take?"

he glances at the oven. "root vegetables'll take maybe 25 minutes. why?"

your smile gets bigger. "that's enough time for me."

"time for what?"

you don't answer, opting to take his hand and pull him to the empty space outside the kitchen that should be a living room. well, empty save for a stack of papers and a set of very big, very soft pillows.

his face goes red. "no. you have paperwork to do. i have dinner to make."

but his grip on your hand tightens. and you know him well enough to be able to tell that he's hiding a tiny little smile.

"it's our apartment. our rules. and i want you to kiss me."

men are too proud for their own good. and even though aki is no exception, you find that his resolve is easily destroyed— only when it comes to you.

flowers chosen: sunflowers (small and tall) & yarrow . . adoration, haughtiness, and everlasting love

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[laceymorganwrites]

Certified babyboy Denji hcs

The sweet:

he always hums when he feels safe

doesn´t have the best singing voice but he loves music to death and is always dancing around somehow

this boy will not stop moving, be that tapping his fingers, feet or swaying his head

does happy dances when he eats good food, sees cute animals or when the sun is out

he is actually a good listener but nobody ever believes him

when he´s with you he tries extra hard to listen to you cause he´s interested in everything you have to say but he gets so distracted thinking about how beautiful you are that he just zones out

always has this goofy grin on his face, so many people called him dumb because of it but he can´t help it

they don´t know what he´s been through and how much it means to him that he can finally live safely 

literally obsessed with chocolate and homecooked food

loves to bake once he learns how to 

you can read him like a book whenever he´s nervous or shy

has the cutest fucking pout

but he only shows his sad and vulnerable side to people he really trusts with his whole heart (I could write a whole essay about this ngl)

has sweaty hands and is shy to hold yours because of that but is over the moon when you say you don´t mind

overall way too excited about dates

will literally jump in the air and be over the moon over a simple boba date 

most people think he´s annoying and dumb because of this, since he just expresses his positive feelings so overtly, especially happiness and excitement

while at the same time he just bottles up negative feelings

will get lost in your eyes and bump into things if you don´t hold his hand at all times

likes to be close to you at all times

is constantly warm, even though he grew up in shitty environments that were super cold

has a bunch of hobbies but it changes weekly

however he´s one of those people who actually sticks with them all cause they´re so fun and he´s sad he can´t do them all as much as he wants to

makes faces at the mirror all the time and sings in the shower

looks like low effort, just out of bed but actually puts a lot of thought into his appearance cause he wants to look good, especially to you, but mostly he just fails 

loves tickling you and spinning you around

sharing meals, feeding you, getting fed by you, eating is just much more fun with you around

gives everything a name and nickname 

The spicy:

spit. just spit

loves it when you spit in his mouth 

generally drools a lot 

horny all the time, but it gets annoying a lot too 

oversensitive virgin baby 

biggest fucking praise kink

pull his hair to make him moan

is embarrassed about being loud in bed but he just can´t hold back, lots of whines especially

loves it when you hold him close, the feelings overwhelm him so much that he just needs this safety

his hands are always shaky

cries when he cums

oral fixation!!!

loves to eat you out but calms down so much when he can suck on your tits

he finds it very intimate when he gets to suck on your fingers

eye contact is super important to him

gets overstimulated on accident, he just can´t help it, feels too good

will call you master 

don´t ask why but put him in a cute maid dress and his confidence just boosts, you were thinking he´d be super subby and you could be rougher with him but instead he doms you 

is a switch heavily leaning sub and mostly when he doms you it´s very gentle, more of a service top rlly but whenever he´s in dom mood he just wants to worship you

mostly happens when you´ve been away a long time

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[xxsabitoxx]

Experience

Kishibe x Fem! Reader

Warnings: large age gap (reader is in her 20s but it’s unspecified) and Kishibe is 50, car sex, hand job, degrading, praising, smoking

A/N: this was meant to be a short 1-1.5k Drabble but it turned into a mini smut instead (my brain is weird so some of y’all may still consider this a Drabble or you may consider it a full fic… idk man) anywho here he is :)

Word count: 2.6k

“You… you can’t be serious, oneechan.” Denji was staring at you with an udon noodle hanging between his lips. You chuckled at Denji’s constant use of calling you “big sis” — Aki had reprimanded him forever ago about using formalities with you. You had told him senpai was far too much and that calling you oneechan was fine. Still, it made you chuckle that it was the only nickname he ever stuck too with no bribery needed. Aki still used the gum tactic to get Power and Denji to use the correct terms while addressing him.

“I am serious.” The smile never left your face, watching as Denji slurped his noodle the rest of the way. “But why? He’s so old! Hell he’s over half your age! Ain’t he like 50 or something? And you’re like 20-something? I doubt he can even get his dick hard!” You rolled your eyes, laughter bubbling in your chest as Denji’s clear shock at your crush on his mentor. You’d known Kishibe since you joined public safety a few years prior, having worked alongside Aki when it came to training under the man’s brutal regime.

“Oh I doubt that. Kishibe is a man of experience, he probably has over 30 years worth with women.” Denji still couldn’t see how that would appeal to you, if anything he thought it should be a turn off. “That’s 30 years of use. You’ll probably catch a disease.” At that you couldn’t help but snort, putting your cigarette to your lips and inhaling. “Just think about it for a second, Denji. Wouldn't you want a woman that knows what she’s doing? One that would know how to take care of you?”

“I mean yeah, but maybe a woman that’s only a couple years older than me. You’re going after a man that was well into adulthood by the time you were born.” You shook your head, finding it rather funny that Denji was seemingly peeved by this. “That’s real bold coming from you, Denji-kun.” The blonde quirked his eyebrow, eyeing you suspiciously as he went in for yet another helping. “You and your crush on Makima? The fact that she seems to reciprocate your advances? Kinda a similar situation… but mine is legal.”

You shrugged your shoulders, blowing the smoke you had inhaled. “Yah, whatever… go for your creepy old man then.” He stuck his tongue out as you rolled your eyes, a victorious smile still present on your lips. “No really…” he drawled softly “he’s right there.” You froze, head whipping around to the direction Denji had motioned to. Sure enough, Kishibe was sitting at the bar, a glass of whisky in front of him… typical. You turned back to Denji, utterly mortified. “You don’t think he heard us, do you?” The blonde shrugged, a shit eating grin creeping up his face.

“Denji!” You whisper yelled this time, face growing warm. “Huh?” He spoke a little louder than necessary “I don’t think he heard? What’s the big deal anyways? Ain’t you want him to know? So you can like…actually do something about ya crush?” He drawled loudly, enough to draw a few wandering eyes to your table. “N-not the point! Shut up!” You were snuffing out your cigarettes on the underside of the table seconds later, ready to make a quick escape before Kishibe could even notice you there.

The problem being, you knew your old mentor fairly well. It was more than likely that he was already aware of your presence. Not only that but you were nearly positive he’d probably heard you and Denji talking about him. You wouldn’t be able to escape him unless you put a conscious effort into sneaking out of here. Even then, he’d find a way to corner you and ask you what the hell was going on. “Eh, whatever oneechan… at least I have the guts to go for the people I like.” Now you knew you were done for.

If Denji was going to make this a game of confidence, you’d have to do your “big sister” duties and simply one up him. “You’re a pain in my ass.” You scoffed, watching the grin return to the blonde’s face as you pushed your chair out. “You can thank me later.” Was all he said, returning to his udon as you made your way to the bar. “Captain Kishibe.” You fought to keep your voice steady. Kishibe turned to look at you, the usual stoic expression on his face.

“Come to talk to the creepy old man sitting alone at the bar?” He chimed softly, watching your face morph into embarrassment as he confirmed your biggest fear. He heard everything you and Denji had said. “Blame blondey over there for that nickname. Guessing that if you heard what Denji had to say you also heard what I had to say.” Your arms clasped behind your back, fidgeting with your fingers nervously as you waited for him to speak.

Kishibe swirled his glass around, watching the amber liquid slosh before he brought it to his lips and downed the rest. “Oh, I did. Not that I’m shocked… you’re far more transparent with your emotions than you think you are, y/n.” You could have melted on the spot, seeped straight into the floorboards and disappeared forever. Instead, you shifted your weight from foot to foot, willing yourself to grow some confidence and test the waters. It didn’t seem he was necessarily shutting you down just yet.

“Well… I guess this was a pretty lame ass way of saying I have a thing for my old mentor.” Kishibe leaned back, eyes shutting briefly as he inhaled through his nose. “You’re just looking for someone to show you a good time. Tell me, have you ever actually enjoyed any of the men you’ve slept with?” His eyes opened and he turned to face you fully now, tapping the wooden top of the bar twice to signal that he was ready to pay his tab. “Truthfully, no.” A breathy chuckle left him, one that sent shivers down your spine.

“I see. I guess that would make it my duty, Hmm? Your old mentor has to show you the ropes… show you the good from the bad. A private lesson, if you would.” You didn’t quite know how to react, your brain working in overdrive to try and process the words he had just spoken. “S-so you’re saying you’ll…” you flinched at your own stutter, watching Kishibe eye you carefully. “That I’ll show you how a man properly satisfies a lady? Yes, that’s exactly what I’m saying, Sugar.” Your heart jumped at the nickname.

You found it hard to speak, instead you kept your mouth shut and watched your old mentor pay his tab before grabbing his coat off the back of his chair. “I paid for the fool’s meal as well as yours, he’ll get home on his own just fine. Let’s go.” Kishibe was heading towards the door, you waited till he was facing away to shoot Denji a look. The blonde seemed a bit awestruck that you were already leaving with him, you just shrugged as you left. You’d probably have to apologize the next time you saw him.

Before you knew it you were slipping into the passenger side of Kishibe’s car, thanking him softly for opening and closing the door for you. He slipped on the other side a moment later, turning the key so the engine roared to life. “I didn’t think you were the car type.” You commented softly, eyes scanning the amount of gadgets that littered the dashboard. The car’s interior was all black leather, that was at least something you expected from him.

“I’m not but the holiday bonus was nice and I needed an upgrade anyways.” He cracked his window, lighting up a cigarette before pulling out of the restaurant’s small lot and out into the bustling street. You didn’t expect him to be nervous, nor did you expect him to be awkward about the situation. Yet you were practically squirming in your seat, hoping he’d show some sort of nervousness to help you feel less inexperienced.

His cigarette hung half hazardously from his lips, one hand on the wheel while the other came down to rest on your thigh. You nearly choked on your own saliva, heat pooling in your gut at the simple action. “Amuse me, would you? What’s the best thing a guy has done for you, Hmm?” Smoke puffed out around his cigarette, eyes locked on the road as he waited for your response. “Offer to walk me home.” You admitted sheepishly, not quite sure how he’d react to such a lame response. It was true your taste in men hadn’t really benefited you in any way up until now.

He let out a gruff laugh, slowing down as he pulled up to a red light and plucked the cigarette from his lips. “That’s it? Seriously? Where the hell are you finding these bummy men?” You weren’t sure why his clear annoyance affected you the way it did, but you found yourself struggling to not press your thighs together. A small effort to relieve some of the ache, you knew if you moved your legs even a little he’d feel it. Then again, he was driving you back to his apartment to fuck you… would it really matter? “No need to be tense.” He murmured softly, hand squeezing your thigh.

“…’m not tense.” A stupid lie but it made him chuckle so you couldn’t really be mad at it. “Let me help you relax.” The cigarette was back between his lips, hand on the wheel as the light turned green. Kishibe pushed on your thigh, silently asking you to spread them. It took your brain a few seconds to properly respond, spreading them just enough that he could fit his hand between them. “Atta girl…” smoke puffed out around his lips once again, filling your nose in an almost intoxicating way. You were a bit shocked by the praise, nearly letting a whimper slip out.

The man you knew as your mentor was certainly not the same as the man sitting beside you. Then again you doubted he would ever woo the amount of women he did with his mentor attitude. Kishibe’s hand gingerly crept up your thigh before dipping between to cup your panty covered cunt. You mentally thanked yourself for wearing a skirt, giving the man in the driver's seat easy access to where you wanted him the most. He could feel your warmth radiating through the thin material, on top of that he could tell you were already wet.

Kishibe exhaled deeply, forcing himself to remain focused on the road even though he’d really like to look over and gauge your reaction. Truthfully, he had been waiting patiently for quite some time now for you to be the one to make the first move. He wasn’t lying when he said you were transparent with your emotions, but even then he didn’t want to risk creating awkward situations. He was getting old after all, a fifty year old man going for a woman in her twenties would certainly look terrible on his part if the other party didn’t reciprocate.

Maybe he was just a creepy old pervert for thinking that way.

Regardless, it was starting to get hard to ignore the persistent stiffness between his own legs. You’re breathing had hitched, suddenly dizzied by the fact that his hands were already on you. Two fingers pressed against the wetmark on your panties, drawing a sigh from your lips as he rubbed the material softly. “You’re more excited than you let on.” it was an off hand comment, one that had your fingers gripping the door handle to keep yourself grounded. Kishibe’s fingers slid along your slit, settling over your pulsing clit.

“You’ve said no man has ever satisfied you… I take it because he didn’t know where this was…” he pressed down, sending a shock of pleasure through you. Your mouth opened but nothing came out, slowly he began rubbing tentative circles, making sure you keep his fingers on the cloth of your panties. He wouldn’t let you feel his bare fingers just yet. More smoke puffed out, filling the car briefly before being sucked out the window. “I asked you a question, sugar.” you turned to look at him, face warm as his fingers continued to pleasure you. “T-that would be right…”

“Every woman is different, is this good for you?” you knew he was referring to his current action. “Y-yeah but…” you reached for his hand, placing yours over his as you guided him to a faster tempo. Kishibe took the reins again instantly, chuckling softly as you let out a soft moan. “Hmm, that better?” it was low, enough you send shivers through you as your hips jerked into his hand. “Need more…” you couldn’t quite figure out what specifically you needed, you just knew you needed more of him. “I know.” was all he said, fingers working you up continuously as he drove.

Part of you had to wonder if he was even driving you to his apartment at this point. It felt like you were going in circles around the city as he got you off in his front seat. Before you knew it, you felt your orgasm creeping up on you. “S-shit…” you clenched around nothing, the tension in your gut had appeared a lot quicker than usual. “You’re gonna cum, aren’t you?” he teased softly, fingers picking up speed ever so slightly. You mumbled out some sort of ‘yes’, gasping softly as the tension continued to build.

Maybe it was the combination of everything, Kishibe, his hand, the fact that he was doing this almost absentmindedly while driving through the city, everything was edging you on. “Then cum for me. Show me how much of a little slut you are. I mean really, you’re going to cum from me rubbing you through your panties. You’ll ruin them.” You whined at his words, the tension building so intensely that you were certain you’d fall apart. “Atta girl…cum for me” encouraged again, rolling to a stop at yet another red light.

He looked over at you know, the sudden motion causing you to turn to look at him. “C’mon… no need to hold back.” he sneered, the ghost of a smirk on his lips. You felt your lower lip tremble, head turning to look back at the road as your orgasm crashed down over you. Breathless gasps escaped your lips, hand shooting down to hold Kishibe’s wrist as he continued to work you through your ogasm. “…ough… enough…” you squeaked, overstimulation taking over as the light turned green.

He only slowed because of the light turning green, hand never retracting from where it was between your legs. “Here we are.” He commented offhand, pulling into the parking lot of his apartment building. You blinked, the throb already returning. “Hope you’re not worn out… I haven’t even gotten to show you a proper good time.” He pulled into a numbered space, shifting into park and plucking the nearly gone cigarette from his lips. You watched him put it out on an ashtray in his cup holder, turning the car off a moment later.

“Well?” You shivered as his hand pulled away, making you want to chase after him. “Y-yeah…I’m not worn out. Hell, after your training it’s hard to ever get worn out these days…captain.” You teased softly, not knowing where the confidence came from. A smile actually tugged at his lips, hand reaching for the door handle and pushing it open. “I’ll remember that, sugar.” For some reason, you felt as if you had just dug your own grave.

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[nariism]

adamantine dreams — h. aki

one bed + "wait, don't pull away... not yet."

synopsis. there was a time before you when aki found it hard to sleep. call it sleep debt or whatever, but he's going to squeeze every ounce of rest he can get from his body now.

wc. ~1.2k

— for @naosaki 🫶 i love you | event masterlist ✉️

He used to have nightmares.

They started when he was young and naive, back when he felt like the world could fit into the palm of his hand and the grief he sheltered could flatten armies of enemies.

Sleep did not come easily to Hayakawa Aki.

He was a dead man walking. A corpse with tar black lungs and nothing left to lose. As much as he willingly sacrificed, and as much as he tried to put on a brave face, death petrified him. He spent most nights tossing and turning, eluded by rest leaving him in worsening condition by the day.

There was nothing in the world he wanted to do more than to close his eyes and have the world be still. To sleep without jolting awake at even the tiniest creaks of the floorboards. To be able to be at peace without the sound of a gunshot seared into his memory.

Aki had given up on such a dream many, many years ago.

Then you came along, declared that you were bunking with him while he blankly stared at his single bed in his single room in his apartment that was eerily quiet considering his horribly rowdy roommates, then promptly crawled under the blanket and fell asleep.

He had three choices that day. One, kick you out and risk being reprimanded by Makima herself, which, honestly, sounded the most appealing at the time. Two, sleep on the hardwood floor and develop back pains that would make him devil food by the end of the day. Or three, his least favourite but most logically sound option: sleep in the bed, pressed up against the wall and putting as much distance between your bodies as possible.

And, well. The rest is history.

He discovered a different type of devil wandering the earth. It had warm skin and a cute smile and fit into his arms as if it were shaped from the same clay of which he emerged.

It had no ill intent and sought not the smell of human fear, but the scent of cigarettes and black coffee.

You were a certain kind of evil he couldn't fight, no matter how much he wanted to try. His time was running thin—sand trickling through an hourglass with no signs of stopping.

Aki was hurtling toward his death at a record pace.

He thought he had made peace with that—with the fact that he would never be able to sleep like a little boy again, safe and sound. He was aware that his life was a race against the contracts he had forged years ago, back when he thought devil hunting was the only salvation in the sick world he lived in.

If he could take them all back, he would.

There was nothing he could do now but close his eyes and pretend the days weren't whirring by. He had heard as a child that time flies with the one you love, and he scoffed at such a notion once upon a time.

He would give it all up. Heart, soul, his own flesh if he could stop time just to spend this moment with you for an eternity.

Your eyes flutter open at the sound of your alarm. Aki has long since awoken, groggy but well-rested.

He was always the first one awake. While his mind has been blissfully quieter recently, his body had an awful tendency to jerk into consciousness anyways. He watches your rousing expression carefully, attempting to freeze time itself in the form of a memory.

Warm sunlight pools against your body, swimming in his navy blue sheets. Skin to skin, smile to smile, you kiss him slow and sure—a gesture he has grown familiar with over the past year since you showed up.

"Morning," you yawn, arm draping over his body and a hand slowly trailing from his chest to his neck then finally settling on his cheek.

"You have morning breath." He tells you bluntly, flustered as always.

You snort softly, feigning offense rather poorly. "As if your breath smells like roses right now?"

"Better than yours," he refutes. His fingers deftly squeeze yours until you release his face. You huff dramatically, snatching the blankets with you as you forcefully roll over in bed.

"Fine then. Guess I'll get on with my day without bothering you with my morning breath."

His hand shoots out to capture your wrist as you shuffle out of your side of the bed. Yanking you back, he smothers you under his weight to prevent you from escaping.

"Don't go. Not yet."

"Aki," you laugh while trying to wriggle away to no avail. "I have to go to work."

"Stay home today," he complains, burying his face into your hair so you can't see how absolutely red he's gotten.

"I can't!" You giggle. You start squirming again so he can release you. He does this time, towering over you with some sort of narrowed expression.

"Just stay a little longer," he murmurs, swooping back down to press his lips to your forehead. "Stay."

It's starting to sound more like a demand than a request, so you surrender. Your arms open wide again and he collapses back onto you with a thump.

"You're crushing me," you wheeze from beneath. He shakes his head.

"Deal with it."

"You're seriously going to go back to sleep like this?!"

"Not my fault you make it so easy to fall asleep."

"Didn't know I bored you to death like that," you tease, purposefully dodging the real meaning behind his words because, well, he's equally talented at flustering you.

There was a time before you when Aki found it hard to sleep, tormented by the visions of his entire childhood vanishing in a fraction of a second. It was those nights that were especially unbearable, never relieving him from his painful existence and forcing him to listen to the explosion of guns in his ears over and over again.

Call it sleep debt or whatever, but he's going to squeeze every ounce of rest he can get from his body now.

"You're heavy," you whine one last time for good measure. He doesn't do anything but smile against your skin, savouring every second of your body under his.

Despite your complaining, your hands tangle into his hair almost instantly and you tug him just a bit closer, heart to heart.

Sleep washes over him. You really must have been a devil in disguise, offering up the most despicable evil of all: love.

He knew his time was short. He knew that love would only make it hurt all the more.

But your fingers are combing through his hair and he can feel the gentle rumble of your voice in your chest as you tell him your plans for the day just as his eyes start to feel heavy.

There's a weakness you expose in him, a gap leftover from his lonely childhood yearning for companionship. You fill in all the missing pieces—complete him in a way that revenge and hatred could not.

So he figures, maybe it would be okay to be selfish and just close his eyes right now. Be loved. Sleep and dream of nothing but a future he could never have with you.

© ALABOADOA 2023 — please do not translate or post my works to other platforms.

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[blueparadis]

❝ GOOD GIRL ❞ + AKI HAYAKAWA.

+. CWs —» f!reader, m!oral, f→m receiving, cum-play, corruption k!nk; word count — 1kish

+. PRECIS —» Sometimes Aki takes a little advantage as your supervisor.

+. NOTES —» each and every brain cell is soaked in his thoughts which is quite shocking for me since I'm Yoshida stan but oh well we shall see; to read more of my works browse through navigation links.

One and a half months of being under division four. One and a half months yet all he did was to howl orders to all the members in his unit. You didn't anticipate how you would end up working under him given the fact he was once your supervisor.

Aki was anything but professional. He shared his half burnt cigarettes, listened to your stories with rapt attention about how you ended up being from ordinary college girl to a devil hunter. Sometimes he would hit the bar with you and he did all of it in the name of breaking ‘rules are meant to be broken’.

If you were to tell these to anyone in his unit they would probably think you were talking about someone else but fortunately you don't have a habit of rambling if things became haywire. And things did become haywire.

It seems like a common notion to conclude that you wouldn't be under the same division led by your supervising officer. Aki believed that too yet he could not help but bring you home after you nailed your first hunt.

“Open your mouth.” Aki snarls, looking down at you as you sit on his bed, folding your legs, with your knees kissing the bed sheet.

“Why … ?”, your voice drifts as his eyes meticulously scan you from head to torso. Your eyebrows jump deciphering his thoughts. “But I’ve... never...” you stammer, struggling to put it in words let alone do what he demands of you.

“sucked a cock, yea ?. Right” Aki finishes, holding your chin up so he has your eyes at him. He rejoices at the bashful sight of yours, eager to try yet unaware of how to proceed.

You lick your lower lip feeling the warmth smothering your cheeks carefully conveying, . “y... y-es. never... did that.”

Your sheepish whisper, the coyness in your glimmering pupils that is roaming all over the dim apartment room of his refusing to look at him and those perfectly plush lips that declines to say the word makes Aki’s heart bubble with joy.

He wishes to fuck you in all positions known to a man. He wants to fuck you on this very bed you are seated to the point that your supple skin becomes flush, your pussy all sore, your mind betraying you.

But he can wait. He wants to wait, wait and see how long this ivory facade of yours is gonna last.

“come on, you've never . . .” Aki demands, lips curving in delight hoping that you'd say the word, imagining how lewd you'd look. He grasps your chin as you blink and manage to blurt out, “i... i’ve never sucked a... cock... before.”

Aki grins , his cock pulsating inside his pants as he leans closer to your face, crouching so he could look your eager eyes. “you will ... now.”, he rasps finally releasing his cock from his pants, pumping it a few times in front of your astonished face before lining it up to your mouth. You clear your throat staring at his girth.

“i don’t know how...” , Aki’s brow jumps in fascination, “hold and spit on the head.” what on earth did he do to have to go through all these? Not that he complains but he has experienced sloppy blow jobs to mind ravaging ones that made him never go for the inexperienced ones.

But here you’re, his one and a half months subordinate, popular and demanding devil hunter who has not only managed to occupy his bed but also his mind.

“wh-at?” you blink at him, lips slightly brushing against the swollen head of his cock. Aki brings froth his cock closer to your mouth while holding your head in place so as to push the tip to your lips, to open by lightly grazing.

“ lick it, the pre. . . a good girl should.”You open your mouth slightly, feeling your pussy clenching around nothing when his precum spills on your tongue. You squeeze your eyes shut wrapping your mouth around the head.

“fuck,” Aki hisses, spreading his feet on to the floor mat , toes curling to prevent himself from jamming his cock into your mouth.

“Yeah, like that.”, he assures as half of his cock enters your mouth, saliva coating your mouth due to inexperience which Aki finds to be an undeniably alluring sight. A soft moan escapes your lips, eyes widening to glance at him with your brows pinching together as you notice him let out a groan. He only smirks at you encouraging you.

“you’re doing great, baby,” Aki cooes, watching as you struggle to suck him all in. “like that. Mmgh...just like that,” his words roll smoothly, eyes focusing on your stretched lips that are wrapped around his cock. You work your mouth wider, throat bobbing to adjust to his length touching the back of your throat.

“Wait…ugh… stop.” Aki’s voice becomes ragged that makes your heart drop instantly, you're not sure why that is.

“lick it.”, he instructs in one breath without meeting the eye.You glup all your wary before flattening your tongue ready to lick on his silky smooth shaft.

You accumulate a little bit of courage to lick and suck half-way of his throbbing member, occasionally earning more of his low moans. This is why he likes to work with you, a few straight directions and you're quick enough to build your own pace.

He cups your face with both of his palms before snapping his hips forward, making your nose graze the skin above his cock. You gag, tears suddenly pooling at the corner of your eyes yet Aki refuses to stop. He slowly thrusts in and out, his grip getting stronger trying his best not to lose control.

“take it,” he grunts. “All. Of. It”Aki never bothered to have a memory of how many times he had his cock sucked by different girls who has worked with him and who has not worked with him. Sometimes, he doesn't even bother to know the name unless they’re from his line of work.

He rarely sullies his professional relationship. He has no iota of idea of how many times he has shot his cum down someone else’s throat while still face-fucking them. You are no where to be labelled as skilled.

However, he can't deny that this one would imprint on his mind. Aki groans head inclining upwards with his Adam's apple being pronouncedly on display. “holy fuck,” he utters as his fluid fills your mouth, some escaping along the lines of your lips, some spilling on bedsheets. He pulls out his cock jerking a few times before zipping it up inside his pants.

And as he does he looks at you amazed how your cheeks are bulged, a lazy pout forming on your face. “swallow it” he pants rashly and you obey him without a second thought gulping his fluid down. You tore your gaze away immediately licking your lips thinking of what to do now, fidgeting with the loose ends of your unbuttoned shirt.

Aki still finds its amusing how a skilled devil hunter like you ended up being his subordinate. He thinks you're quite skilled to be a solo operator or perhaps he has grown fond of your pretty face.

“Good girl,” Aki chimes with a smile before kissing your puffy lips pushing you down to the soft mattress. There is a reflexive resistance as he desperately sucks your lips. You hum before caving in to his kiss as he proceeded to your neckline.

“God, you're so cute.”, and in that moment you regretted it, all of these, letting your heart soak in desires and affection. Perhaps,he did too when you desperately clawed his back as you deepened the kiss.

—

@akicore , @tokyometronetwork

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[chosos-mascara]

betting & bargaining

𝙙𝙚𝙣𝙟𝙞 𝙭 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧

𝘀𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆 - you find out that using your body as a bargaining chip is the most effective way to persuade denji.

𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 - college students, virgin!denji, betting using sexual favours, some manipulation on both parts, boob squeezing, nipple play, exhibitionism(?), fingering, cunnilingus, instruction (reader to denji), virginity loss (denji),

minors + ageless dni! 4.8k words

Bargaining with Denji had become second nature to you. Positive reinforcement as Aki had called it, encouraging good behaviour. At first, it had felt as if you were manipulating him, though every stick of gum and condition met by the blonde had soon been a routine. Sometimes, Denji would ask you himself if you'd reward him for staying quiet, or remind you when he'd done a good deed, such as taking out the trash or washing his clothes. 

"Denji, quit complaining." You spoke, sighing heavily while placing a finger against your temple, a desperate attempt at relief from the headache caused by none other than the male sat beside you. The bus home wouldn't take long, yet he couldn't stop himself from fussing over what he'd considered a wasted Saturday. While he'd wanted to be fooling around with friends, you'd requested his presence grocery shopping, with Aki moved out you'd required a buddy to haul the food back with. Denji couldn't help but drag his feet the entire time, sighing and whining when you'd tell him he couldn't add another bag of snacks to the trolley. 

"This journey is just so boring-" Denji had begun yet another protest, crossing one arm over the other as you'd started questioning his sanity.  "Please, shut the fuck up!" Interrupting his moans with an outburst, the chatter on the bus had quietened down along with Denji, eyes drifting to you through narrowed expressions. Tilting your head downward, you slumped back against the seatglancing through the window to judge how much further your shared home had been. An assortment of buildings passed the glass, an indicator that you'd still had another five minutes, and then what would be a very brisk walk, before you'd walk through the door and beg Power to be on shopping duty next week instead of the childish blonde beside you.

"Power won't like the veg you bought-" At this point, you'd wondered if he'd been purposely trying to piss you off - to grind you down to the last nerve available within your body, until you'd finally snapped.  "Denji." A hushed tone, in contrast to the loud pleas you'd screamed prior, had gotten through to him. For the first time all day, his mouth had closed, even if for a few seconds before he'd opened it once more, teeth on display as he'd mustered up another complaint. "I'll do anything if you'd just," You exhaled, closing your eyes before emphasising the final word. "stop." "Anything?" Denji questioned, to which you'd profusely nodded, irked beyond belief by the man's behaviour. Babysitting a twenty-three year old had been the last thing on you itinerary for the day, and you'd be willing to spend a large amount of money on whatever snack or thing he'd request just to have a moment's peace.  "Sex?" Denji asked, to which your eyelids had raced open to shoot the deepest glare you were sure you'd given the male, even after co-habiting for over a year. "Not anything." You reiterated, to which Denji sighed, slumping back against his seat with his arms remaining crossed over his chest. You watched as his brown eyes traced the ceiling of the bus, frown across his face. 

"Man." He breathed, head hitting the fabric rest behind him, hair flattening against the fabric. "You know, you remind me of-" Beginning again, you'd become desperate, reconsidering your original denial of sexual favours in exchange for silence, finally settling on: "I'll show you my tits if you stop talking." 

It had been as if a muzzle was placed over his lips from that moment forward. Not a single sound had erupted from the usually talkative mouth, a demonstration that Denji really would do anything for the promise of boobs. You'd heard Power had offered it once before in exchange for his help with something, though you'd been unsure if the tale had bee true. Now, you'd been left with solid evidence, and a racing heart as you'd placed your key in the door, twisting it with trembling hand as you'd realised the weight of your bargain. 

With Denji perched upright on your bed, creases of the fresh sheets around his jeans, hands flat against the mattress to support himself, you brought your hands to the hem of your shirt, fingers wrapping idly around the cotton while you'd glanced over his fixed expression. His eyes had remained upon your chest, awaiting your movements.  "You have five seconds." You spoke, lifting the shirt to expose the skin of your stomach, sucking inward when the cool air had mingled with your warmth. There was some hesitance, cotton lingering over nipples before you'd found the confidence to lift it to your shoulders. When Denji had finally laid eyes on your bare breasts, he'd looked faint. 

"One." You'd began counting, rolling your head to face to the side, too embarrassed to watch as he molested you through his gaze. "Two." Another second had passed, the outward notation of each tick of the clock being your only way of controlling the stray thoughts clouding your vision, hoping that if you'd stay focused on the moments passing by, you could get through this exposure.

"Three." Deciding to turn your head to him, curiosity giving you strength, you assessed the situation before you. Denji had remained seated, though torso had been slanted back, eyes remaining over your chest. You'd noticed a tent growing within his slacks, your heart beating faster as you'd observed his reaction to the situation.  "F-four." You hadn't meant to stutter, but while you'd been fixated on his erection, the size had been clear. He'd mentioned before he'd still been a virgin, adamantly saving himself for someone special, reciting the words of a woman he'd crushed on through teenage-hood; "sex stuff feels better when it's with someone you like". You'd wondered whether you'd fallen into that category of people. 

"Five." The seconds were up, resulting in your hands eagerly pulling the shirt to cover your chest once more. Even if you'd considered making a move, the time had passed now, Denji standing to leave the room - most likely going to fix the hardened problem in his trousers. Something that for some reason, had brought a tightness to your stomach, and had your thighs clenching against one another. 

The second time you'd bargained yourself had been a little over two months later, in the midst of a soured night-out. Denji had finally gotten himself a driver's license, after failing a multitude of times, and you'd needed a ride home.  "What do I get?" His tiresome voice questioned through the receiver, to which you'd rolled your eyes, leaning up against the outer-wall of the club.  "A pat on the back?" A joke you'd hope would shut him down, but knowing Denji, it hadn't been enough. Now you'd let him get his foot in the door, you'd known whatever you'd offer him wouldn't compare to the situation before, and he'd push his way to get what he'd wanted from you. Somehow, the 'positive reinforcement' had turned into his way to manipulate you. 

"I can flash you again." Your voice was quieter, phone tilted closer to your mouth as you'd offered yourself up, desperate to get home and put the night behind you. Either that, or you'd have to walk home at midnight on a Saturday - something you didn't want to endure while sober. Perhaps you should've stuck the evening out, had a couple drinks and loosened up, though now the thought of your bed had entered your mind, it would be impossible to shake the desire to be under your duvet. 

"Nah." You'd raised your brow when he'd declined the offer, heart sinking at his denial. Had the deal before not satisfied him?  "What if I let you touch them?" There had been attempts to hide the tremble in your tone as you'd feared rejection, now more fixated on Denji's opinion of your tits than you had getting home in the first place. When he'd accepted the offer, you couldn't help but feel relief - not for the latter. For some reason, Denji's thoughts had mattered deeply to you. 

When you'd arrived home, you'd been adamant to meet your end of the bargain, haphazardly reaching behind you to undo your dress and slip the garment from your body to reveal the skin beneath. This time, he'd laid his eyes upon much more of you, brown orbs focusing on your chest but falling to trace your thighs and stomach after realising the only piece of clothing on your body had been a small thong. He'd noticed the small crease in the fabric, the outline of your lips. Denji had wondered what it would feel like if he'd run his fingers over the fold, but decided to focus only on what you'd agreed to give him. 

You threw yourself onto the bed, wide smile as you'd beckoned the eager male forward. The mattress sank as his weight had pressed in, laying beside you.  "You have one minute." You commented, though unsure how you'd be able to time the encounter while your mind had wanted nothing more than all of him. He'd nodded, reaching forward to place a hand over your chest, kneading your breast immediately. Sighing, you closed your eyes as you'd focused on how he'd handled you, his lack of experience shining through his movements.  "Go softer, it hurts when you grab so hard." Brow furrowed, you instructed him, placing a hand over his own to demonstrate the pressure to add. You brought his thumb over your nipple, gently brushing over the bump as you'd fluttered open your eyes, glancing up at him.

He'd been watching intently as you'd guided him through the experience.  "Suck them." Command gentle, you'd almost laughed when his eyes had widened, flickering up to your expression for confirmation. He dropped his head, hesitantly placing his lips against your nipple, sucking. Involuntarily, you'd found your back arch toward his touch, hand moving to lace within his hair. You tugged lightly, a groan from his mouth both from arousal and frustration.  "Lick." The instruction had been barely audible, but he'd obeyed. A whine left your parted lips when he'd executed the action, pressing your head into the mattress below. There had been a wet patch on the cotton of your thong, arousal slick on your folds with each roll of your hips against your own clenched thighs. 

Within that moment, you'd made the decision to end the encounter, before anything had gotten out of hand. Denji was your housemate, betting your chest had already been taboo, taking his virginity hadn't been how you'd wanted to further your relationship. 

Six months after that encounter, you'd sworn to yourself to never do it again. Since then, you'd seen him differently, what had once been a distant acquaintance-ship had now been a valued friendship, integrating the aspect of an awkward crush. His presence had caused your body to heat up, and fight-or-flight kick in, an urge to flee whenever you'd felt his skin brush yours, an unforgettable reminder to the intimacy you'd shared. Denji had been blind to your obvious change in interacting with him, instead chalking it down to your 'time of the month', even if it would've meant your period lasting months on end. His awareness of the world had been vastly different to most people's. 

"It's gonna rain." You commented, looking through the window while crossing an arm across your chest, TV quietly playing in the background. The clouds were grey, blue sky hanging heavy over the run-down apartments of Tokyo.  "Nah, it won't." Denji threw his bag over his shoulder, pacing to the doorway of the lounge and passing through, making his way to exit the home. The argument had caused you to roll your eyes, shaking your head at his dismissiveness, urging him to take a jacket to his classes. "I'll bet you money you'll get caught in the rain." You'd followed him through the hall, watching as his hand had reached over the door-handle, lingering before falling back to his side. Denji turned, looking to you. 

"Bet you I won't." His eyes narrowed as he'd disagreed with you.  "Fine, two-thousand yen says you get caught in the rain." Smirk etched across your lips, you stretched your arm forward, palm opening and awaiting his to shake on the deal. When he'd stared at you blankly in return, your smile had faltered.  "If I win, I wanna touch you again." That shit-eating grin had appeared over his cheeks, teeth shining through and eyes half closed. He'd known he was pushing it, but did so anyway. "Denji, what the fuck-"  "What, scared of losing?" The blonde knew how to tick you off, competitiveness being your downfall. Thinking back to the window, you sighed, allowing him to manipulate you.  "Fine. You're going to lose anyways." 

He didn't lose.

After adamantly watching through the glass, waiting for the grey clouds to finally release the pent up water, you'd realised the rain wasn't coming. You'd ignored the piling uni work to instead await your win, stomach churning when you'd heard the front door opening over the mild muffle from the television, a disregarded show used only to drown out the images of Denji's hands scaling your skin. Denji had entered the home, heavy footsteps heading straight toward the lounge as he wore a proud expression, eyes landing upon your horrified face as he'd announced the result. "I win." 

Even if reluctant, you couldn't deny the part of yourself that had wanted to lose the bet. Following the last encounter, Denji leaving before you'd allowed things to escalate, you'd been left touch starved. The memory of his lips on your skin, delicate fingers playing with your nipples as he'd been determined to please you. A virgin, completely malleable, he'd listened adamantly to instruction, and delivered to no ends. There was something about his enthusiasm that had been attractive, a trait not many males had displayed to you. 

Denji made his way to the couch, throwing himself down beside you. Neither of you had specified what 'touch' had meant, though you'd been aware his proposition had implied going further than last time.  "Where?" Your voice weak with anxiety, you questioned. Leaning on the cushions behind on his left side, Denji grazed over you with his right hand. The contact had made you shiver, skin prickling.  "Y' know where." His reply had been hushed, whispering through husk. Nodding, you attempted to relax into the couch behind you, spreading your legs a little wider while yearning for his hand to fall lower. His palm rode up your inner thigh, chafing over the cotton of your pyjama bottoms - in the midst of studying, you had remained in lougewear, opting for comfort.

There was some hesitation, stilling his hand opposed to finally giving you some form of relief following the teasing you'd just endured. A few moments passed, and you'd finally looked up to his gaze, meeting brown eyes. Denji looked to be judging your reaction, opening his mouth to speak in a comforting tone.  "We don't have to, y'know." Much like his touch, his voice was gentle, words flowing like honey. You'd wondered if his lips would taste like it, too.  "You won the bet." Quietly inputting your opinion, Denji listened closely, eyes moving to watch your mouth formulate each syllable.  "Sure?" He questioned, a light squeeze over the thick of your thigh.  "I want you to." The admission was as hushed as the rest of your conversation, though had felt loud, as it had been undeniable proof that you'd thought of him more than a friend. 

Denji nodded, taking a moment before allowing himself free reign. He trailed his hand upward with ease, goosebumps spreading over your skin as he'd slid over it. His touch halted before reaching your cunt, a small amount of hesitance before he'd been sure of his own actions, finally cupping you through the thin material. The fact you hadn't immediately bucked forward to press yourself into his palm had been a demonstration of self control, instead opting to keep hold on a small piece of pride.

He traced his index finger along your slit through the thin fabric, feeling the length of your folds. You'd inhaled deeply at the action, pursing your lips inward when he'd dragged the digit over your clit, a spark ignited within the pit of your stomach at the contact. Somehow, when it had come to acts of intimacy, Denji had been more perceptive than usual, noticing the way your breath had hitched when he'd rolled his finger over a certain spot.  "There?" His question had been quiet, borderline inaudible, yet with your heightened senses in the moment, you'd heard him. Nodding sheepishly, you felt as he'd cupped you once more, squeezing and then rubbing back over your clit. Wetness had dampened the fabric, and you'd guessed Denji could feel moisture on his finger as he circled over you again. 

Grabbing his hand, you guided him beneath the waistband of the pyjama bottoms, allowing him to touch bare skin. He grasped your sex again, kneading his fingers over the folds, only this time, he'd had no barrier. Denji sighed in appreciation, a hum in his throat as he'd explored your slick, the first pussy he'd been able to get his hands on. At this point, you'd been soaked, fingers gliding within the arousal, though maintained his attention over your clit. A stray moan had escaped your lips, head falling to rest on the cushions behind you. 

Sloppy movements over your clit had increased in intensity, earning shaking breaths as you'd spread your legs wider, shamelessly grinding over the digits. With each swipe you'd felt your abdomen tighten, the familiar build up forming within the pit of your stomach.  "Y-you're gonna make me cum." Stuttered words had warned Denji of the impending climax between hums of pleasure, but he hadn't halted the movements against you - instead maintaining the pace. Wide brown eyes hadn't been settled on the movements of his hand, or the curve of your body, instead latched onto your expression. 

Denji had watched porn, a lot of it, obsessing over women's chests or pussies, and yet, with you he'd been unable to peel his gaze from your face, slackened expression a demonstration of your alleviation.  "Fuck, Denji I-" A moan had interrupted the slurry of nonsense you'd wanted to speak, hips helplessly rolling upward as you felt yourself come undone. Stuttered whines while you'd helplessly humped against his fingers; the orgasm had hit you like a ton of bricks, radiating euphoria over your body with each roll, face heated and eyes squeezed shut.

The aftermath had been slightly awkward, Denji pulling his hand from your trousers as you'd slouched breathlessly against your couch, suddenly aware of the situation, and of the tightness of his pants. But, this had just been a bet between you - he wouldn't ask you to aid in his climax. Instead, he silently stood, glancing over your disheveled form before rushing to his room to finish himself off, sucking over the fingers he'd used against you as he fisted over his cock, painting ropes over the floorboards beneath his feet with bated breaths.

Things hadn't been the same for a few weeks, uncomfortable silences between you, embarrassment overcoming your ability to communicate with your housemate. Power had been confused, questioning Denji, though he didn't enlighten her on your few sexual encounters, leaving them between the pair of you. 

As time had passed, the discomfort had faded, instead suppressing the memories within your mind. Instead, a friendship had formed between you, the usual arguments progressing to be just light bickering, eventually enjoying the company of the blonde, and vice-versa. You hadn't made a bet with him in half a year, and he hadn't made any complaints, instead learning to behave (though, at times he'd accepted gum as a bargaining chip). 

Gaming nights had become a regular occurrence between the pair of you when Power had been working, though somehow tonight had been a new experience. Strip poker. A video Denji had found online, his interest sparking when he'd decided to request the lewd game for your Tuesday night. At first, you'd declined, but Denji had been persistent, and the repeated reminders that he'd "seen it before" had been enough to bargain that"if you stop bringing that up, I'll play."

The issue at hand had been that Denji had won the game. With each meticulous removal of clothing, beginning with socks, each of you ending in only a pair of underwear, you'd found yourself the one having to remove a final item. Sucking in, you stood, placing hands over hips and staring at the male seated opposite you. His eyes had remained fixated to the panties you'd been wearing, watching intently as your fingers had hooked around them, pulling the fabric downward with ease. The cotton slipped over your thighs, once over your knees, dropping to hit the floor beneath. 

His appreciation to the action had been written across his face in detail, mouth ajar. There had been no prompt to take things further than they already had, yet the desire within you is what had driven you forward, fighting the inner monologue before finally whispering a pathetic two words to initiate further action.  "Wanna touch?" 

Denji had bolted upward, almost tripping over the coffee table as he'd made his way to you, hands outstretched. He cupped over your chest first, squeezing over the fat, kneading into your skin. Measures you'd embarrassingly learned through experience that he'd taken each time, an intense memory of the bargains you'd made with him rising to the forefront of your mind, the feeling of his fingers rubbing over you while you'd came, the eagerness he had to please you. 

One thing you'd been informed of prior to the odd relationship you'd shared with him had been his first kiss. A catastrophe of a first, one he'd been unable to forget - though this had invoked a new desire within you. Perhaps if you could press your lips to his, you'd be the kiss he'd remember from now on. Or, maybe you'd simply hold the title of a first within another category, you'd been the first pussy he'd touched, how about tasted? Better yet, first time? 

Denji had been caressing over you while yo'd been lost in thought, imagining the ways in which you'd have him, ultimately deciding to make a move. Placing a hand on the back of his neck, you pulled him forward. With his face inches from yours, breath fluttering into your parted lips, you closed the gap, finally feeling him against you. His movements were messy, teeth clashing against yours with his impatient nature, a desire to feel all of you against his tongue. His hands continued to grope over your bare body while your hand remained firm against the nape of his neck.

Denji tasted sweet, like candy. His mouth had been a little sticky, remnants of the cola he'd been drinking now coating your chin, the flavor abundant across your taste buds. Instead of verbally instructing him, you'd walked forward, pushing him through the doorway to make your way upstairs, his hand loosely within your own as you'd guided him toward your bedroom. 

Soft sheets had enveloped your bare back, legs spread as you'd achingly pulled Denji between them, his body landing atop yours before your mouths had reconnected. Supporting himself on his forearms, he'd continued to kiss you in heated fashion. Your hands ran the length of his back, resting over the waistline of his boxers; the only thing seperating your growing wetness from his cock. A roll of your hips upward had you feeling his hardened state, a hum on your lips. 

With hesitance, you broke the kiss, opening your eyes to meet his blown-out brown ones.  "Are you still a virgin?" The inquiry had caused a pink hue to spread across his cheeks, a small nod in answer. "Do you want to stop?" The second question, one that had confirmed where things had been heading toward, your heart fluttering as he'd shaken his head, a small no falling from his lips.  "Are you sure? Because it's fine if you don't wanna-" 

Denji hadn't allowed you to finish the sentence, instead bringing a hand to cup your bare cunt, middle finger pressing to your opening. Innately, your hips had bucked upward to his touch, humming when he'd pushed a fingertip into the hole before retracting it partially to add a second. Your whine of approval had encouraged him to push farther, curving the digits as he'd pulled back to thrust them back inside once more. 

His movements were slow as he'd gotten used to the sensation over his fingers, warm walls beckoning him in with each withdrawal. "Feels squishy." His comment had caught you off-guard, an exhale of amusement falling from your lips.  "The fact you're in your twenties is astounding to me." You'd whispered, half scolding his childish nature, even if it had been enlightening. The giggles had been cut short as he'd quickened his pace, moving from his position above you to instead place his face at your inner thigh, watching as his fingers had disappeared inside you. Denji edged closer to your folds, before placing his tongue over you, swirling it over your clit. 

Your hands had immediately met with his hair, lacing within the roots as he'd worked his tongue against you in sloppy motions, fingers amateurishly sliding in and out as he'd attempted to multitask. You'd been his test-subject, a body for him to explore, to experiment with, allowing him free reign to use. He'd enjoyed the taste of your cunt, the fluids eagerly lapped up between the thrust of his fingers, humming when you'd tugged his hair, or rolled against his tongue. His inexperience had created mess, saliva coating you from your clit to the insides of your thighs, collecting on Denji's cheeks, or on a few of the ends of his hair. Though, he hadn't minded, simply basking in the mix of substances. 

A harsh tug had caused his head to pull back, eyes lazily  focusing on your breathless chest as you'd coaxed him upward, repositioning himself between your thighs, this time his boxers discarded and cock free to press against the soaking cunt awaiting him. There had been no denying Denji had felt nervous, worried over messing up, or the likely conclusion that he'd cum within seconds of feeling the tight walls embrace his cock. Since the first evening you'd allowed him to touch you, he'd pictured the moment he'd finally stuff himself into the cunt he'd felt kiss his fingers. 

He'd been sensitive, member harder than it had been before, red tip brushing over your clit one last time, a shiver spreading over his spine at the contact. He'd exhaled, eyes closing as he'd finally pushed into you, lewd moan leaving his lips when he'd felt the squeeze over himself. Just as he'd expected, you'd hugged him tightly, gripping over his length as he'd gone deeper. The sensation had been incomparable to any other, stomach clenching with each thrust, his mouth wide. 

"You okay?" You'd asked, trying your best to focus on the male above you, though with the way he'd filled out your cunt, it'd been difficult to formulate words. Denji could only let out a pathetic nod, a groan cascading from his lips instead of a sentence. His features had been contorted, and every few thrusts he'd halted, a desperate clasp at your thighs as he'd fought the urge to cum immediately.  "You can cum if you want, don't worry." You'd giggled, stomach sucking in with the pattern of laughter. After speaking the words of confirmation, Denji had sped up, hips clashing against your legs as he'd fucked into you with speed. Bringing a hand to your clit, you rubbed circles, eyes closing while your pussy had been fucked into, picking up from where Denji's tongue had left off. 

When Denji had reached his climax, he'd let out a series of whines, his entire orgasm being commentated through loud moans of pleasure, face screwed up and body jittering. His cock had twitched inside you with each rope, a sloppy sound and squelching feeling as he'd offloaded his seed into your cunt, the feeling alone enough to push you over the edge. 

Denji had rolled from you, chest rising and falling in a frenzy as he'd found himself pussy-drunk, and high within the euphoria of losing his virginity. As he'd found his mind once more, he'd glanced over to your nudity, then to your resting face. Denji found himself in awe of every inch of your body, unable to fathom the fact he'd managed to lose his virginity to you. Though, he wouldn't allow you to bask in his admiration, instead allowing the familiar shit-eating grin to spread across his sweat-sheaned face, rolling to lay on his side. Somehow, he'd found the energy to tease you once more, playful tone as he'd asked you;  "Round two?" 

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[daisynik7]

Hello, hello!

I wanted to drop a request for your y2k event. I was thinking "Fallin'" by Alicia Keys for Kishibe - fluff + angst.

Thank you and again, congrats on 2k followers! you deserve them!

Fallin'

I keep on fallin’ in and out of love with you. Sometimes I love you, sometimes you make me blue.

Word Count: ~1.2k

cw: angst, fluff, canon universe, established relationship, explicit language

Summary: Kishibe never intended to fall for you. As the world’s strongest devil hunter and being practically insane, he never meant to subject anyone else to this chaotic lifestyle of his. Still, somewhere along the way, he met you, and ever since, you want to stay by his side. And that scares Kishibe more than any devil could. 

Author’s Notes: Thank you @itsfairly for the request and for always supporting me! I have so much love for you, I hope you know that! This is a great song for the y2k karaoke party and it’s perfect for Kishibe. I always enjoy writing for him; I think he’s an especially interesting character, and obviously, he’s hot, lol. I hope you like this! Likes, reblogs, and/or comments are always appreciated, thank you for reading! Divider credit to @/cafekitsune.

Kishibe isn’t keen on routines. Ever since he became a part of Public Safety at the ripe age of twenty, he’s lived a fast and unpredictable lifestyle. Some might call it spontaneous. Unstable. Even dangerous. He liked being kept on his toes; it made him alert, made him vigilant. He has to be when he’s the strongest Devil Hunter in the world. If he’s not prepared for any kind of deviation that comes his way, then he’s screwed. 

Unfortunately, he already is. He’s finally met his match. And it’s neither a devil nor a fiend. Not even a fellow Devil Hunter. It’s you.

Oh-so-precious you, who appeared in his life no more than a year ago. An innocent bystander he saved in Shibuya when you recklessly tried to defend yourself and a child against a Spider Devil, despite your severe arachnophobia. If you were alone, you would have been found cowering in fear, probably worst, a corpse mangled into pieces. But you overcame your phobia for a split-second when you decided to guard this kid, who couldn’t have been much older than five, parents nowhere to be seen, alone just like you. You didn’t stand a chance. After all, you’re only human, untrained for combat, a simple office worker trying to navigate your normal life. How could you fight this thing? Thankfully, Kishibe swoops in just in time, displaying his physical prowess so seamlessly. And of course, after having your lives saved, how can you not be smitten? 

It’s only a few months later when you realize how equally smitten he is with you. By chance, you reunite at a bar, the first time since the incident in Shibuya. He recognizes you instantly, the image of you standing defiantly with a metal rod in hand, facing a devil ten times your size. He’s seen idiots like you before, thinking they could take these demons on themselves. They’re never quite as pretty and impressionable as you, though. 

A couple cocktails in, inhibitions are let loose. That’s what you tell yourself, at least. Both you and he can hold liquor well, so you pretend to be tipsy when really, you’re completely sober, making bad decisions you can blame on the alcohol. He takes you to his apartment nearby and you spend the night together, and just as you fantasized, he’s equally skilled in the bedroom as he is outside of it. Eventually, you fall asleep with his arms around you, his lips grazing the nape of your neck, his breathing steady against your skin. The next morning, he’s gone, without so much as a kiss on the cheek or a note left on your nightstand, not even a text to explain his absence. If you didn’t have the scent of him embedded in your sheets, you would have thought it all to be a dream.  

It continues like this for the next several months. Chance encounters at the same bar begin to feel more than just coincidental, intentional even. You both sense it, neither of you admitting to it, too afraid to acknowledge that it’s more than just sex at this point. And while all that is good and great, the real kicker here is that you genuinely enjoy each other’s companies. Conversation flows effortlessly between you. His humor, while being somewhat morbid due to his career, jives well with yours. And most important of all, you feel safe around him. He’ll protect you no matter what. 

The irony of it all is that wanting to protect you is what makes him sneak out before you wake up in the morning. To him, it’s a way to prevent whatever this is from going any further. Despite yearning for it so much, he doesn’t want to wreck your life by bringing you into his. Who could ever love someone as fucked up as he is? An alcoholic, womanizing, money-hungry flawed being with no future except one of fighting devils. He’s already decided years ago that he’ll be alone for the rest of his life. And now, you just had to come along and ruin his plans. 

He'll never say it out loud, but he’s scared. The deeper he falls, the harder it will be to climb his way back up should anything go wrong. He already feels his heart being tugged closer and closer to yours every night you spend together. The possibilities of a bright future seem more and more plausible with you around. He can’t let himself succumb to this idea of normality; it’s uncharted territory for him, and he doesn’t quite know how to navigate it.

It's been a year since he laid eyes on you. Months that you’ve been together in some weird situationship that neither of you bother to label. Tonight, after you make love in his bedroom, you snuggle with each other, fingers laced together, his body surrounding yours in the familiar warmth you’ve grown to cherish. Something comes over you in this moment. Maybe it’s impatience from not knowing where this is going. Maybe it’s longing for validation that he won’t just leave you like he does every night. Maybe it’s because you’re in love with him and want to give him a reason to finally stay. You peer up at him, delicately tracing the scar running parallel to his jaw, heart beating faster as you confess. “I love you, Kishibe.”

His eyes widen only slightly; he was always good at keeping a poker face. He swallows hard, taking your hand in his, kissing your knuckles gently. “Go to sleep.” 

You glare at him. “Is that really all you have to say?”

He sighs, releasing your hand, pinching the skin between his brows. “What do you want me to say? That I love you too?”

You sit up, crossing your arms over your chest. “I’m just asking you to be honest with me. I want to know if whatever this is,” you point between the two of you, “has a future.”

“You know that my line of work is dangerous. You know that the future is uncertain.”

“And yet, I’m still here, and so are you. So clearly, we want to be together, no matter how grim this future you speak of is.” 

It takes him a minute to respond, contemplating your very valid argument. He faces away from you, avoiding your gaze. “Then maybe we should finally call this quits. You’re better off without me anyways.”

You cup his cheek, turning his head towards yours. “I know you don’t mean that. I’ve never felt safer with anyone else. You protect me, and I want to protect you too. You don’t have to be alone anymore.” You nuzzle your nose to his, foreheads pressed together. He closes his eyes, relishing this intimacy, more afraid to lose it forever than surrender to it. Although he’s still scared, he realizes that with you by his side, he no longer has to traverse life on his own. 

~~~

The next morning, you wake up, fully expecting the typical cold, empty space beside you. To your surprise, you’re still cradled in Kishibe’s arms, his warm body embracing yours. It takes him a few more weeks for him to say it back, but it’s in this moment that you know he loves you too.  

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[gojou-violin]

a reward for a puppy

☽ 𝒦𝒾𝓃𝓀𝓉𝑜𝒷𝑒𝓇 𝐸𝓍𝓉𝓇𝒶 ☾

| pairing: puppy!denji x mommy!reader

| warnings: 18+ MDNI petplay, collar/leash, deep sub space, gentle mommy dommy vibes, jerking denji off, lots of cuteness and my attempt at aftercare cuz cuddles are my love language ok.

| wc: 3.4k

| taglist: @venusflytrapstar , @aylitgirl , @thisbicc

| a/n: bro, venus put in the WORK helping me get on track with this fic. thank you for your help, love <3

Your heart could pop out of your chest at any minute. Truly. It was hard to look at Denji and not want to absolutely pass out just by thinking about how cute and precious he was.

You weren’t exactly sure about everything that happened to Denji before you met him, but over the year or so that you had been taking care of him, you’d come to put some pieces together, like how he lost his best friends, how he was scared of women because of how he had been used before. That was the worst pill to swallow in your opinion. Someone out there had truly done a number on him. The Denji you knew now was different from the one you took in when you found him drunkenly wandering alone between bars that he was getting kicked out of because he couldn’t afford to close out his tabs. You knew that she was the reason. Whoever she was, she was responsible for Denji ending up alone on the streets for a couple of years. She was responsible for the way he tried to run away from you. She was responsible for the way he was always wary of your every move because kindness always seemed to be at a cost for him— But it wasn’t for you.

To you, taking care of Denji was the best thing in the world. He was such a quiet and gentle person who couldn’t take care of himself all too well. Yes, he managed to survive on the streets for as long as he did; and, yes, he had that Devil inside of him to keep him safe; but it was different when he trusted too easily or not at all. He was like a lost puppy. He just needed someone to guide him and make him feel safe, and to support him so that he could live life to the fullest while being genuinely happy.

Denji had the cutest obsession with your body. It took some time for him to warm up to you, of course, nothing happened overnight— But once he was comfortable around you, he started snuggling up to your side, testing the waters to see how much he could get away with. Eventually, laying next you turned into him putting his head on your lap. Him resting his head on your shoulder turned into him resting his head on your chest— He loved to hide his face there when he was scared or bored. And when he was sleeping, he started laying down between your legs instead of on your lap. He specifically liked it when he was between your knees, on his stomach, his arms wrapped around your torso, his face on your chest, your hands in his hair or massaging his back, and your lips kissing the top of his head. When you were watching TV, Denji liked to be between your legs, but with his back pressed against your stomach. Both of you felt so relaxed like that. Every time. It was wonderful to have him in your arms, the safest place for him, as he watched his favorite show or movies, and you entertained him by playing with his hair or feeding him popcorn.

He loved it when you fed him food. That was a process that took longer than anything else, which you were sure had to do with her, but you were at least grateful that Denji took that last step towards trusting you completely.

Denji was obviously such a physical person. It was only a matter of time before he wanted to do more with you, but you were always so worried about upsetting him or letting him down or making him freak out by remembering his past somehow. You were just too hesitant. He would move to kiss you, and you’d have to turn away with a quiet apology. He’d try to hump your leg while cuddling and you’d come up with an excuse to get up. Eventually, though, you ran out of apologies and shitty rationalizations as to why you couldn’t do anything with him. Both of you were adults, and he’d been living with you long enough, it was like the two of you were practically dating already— You just couldn’t hold yourself back anymore.

There had been a day when you finally gave in, leaning into his kiss when he made another half-hearted attempt at it, expecting that you’d dodge like usual. And one thing led to another until you were both on your bed with you on top, riding him while he moaned your name and grabbed onto the sheets, barely clinging to his remaining sanity. You learned afterwards that was his first time. You had inklings, of course, but he didn’t outright admit it until after.

Since then, you weren’t exactly sure what to label the relationship that you had with Denji because it was this weird limbo between dating and simply being friends with benefits. Whenever he was hard or you were needy, one of you would pounce on the other. You’d been living with each other for a year. You went out to nice restaurants that required you to get all dressed up. You went to the movies. You went on walks around the park. You worried about him whenever he went out to fight Devils. He worried about you whenever he wasn’t in your arms. That met all the requirements of being a couple, didn’t it?

What really solidified it for you in your mind was when he had crawled onto your lap that afternoon, sliding between your legs so that he could rest against you while he watched TV, and after a few minutes of trying to get your attention by running his hands up and down your thighs, you gave in to what he clearly wanted, which was for someone to help out with the bothersome erection he had straining in his sleep shorts.

With a whiney plea of, “Mommy…” you knew that he was all yours. There was suddenly no doubt about it.

“Yeah, baby?” you cooed so gently in response because you didn’t want to spook him after being so shocked from what he said when all you wanted was to hear him say it again.

“Please,” he begged pathetically.

You indulged him by sliding your hands under his pants and over his hard cock. He melted into you a bit, his head turning to the side so that he could hide his face in your bicep as you started slowly teasing his tip with your thumbs to get a sense of just how needy and leaky he was. It didn’t matter how much the two of you had fucked since that first time together because Denji was always just as cute and pathetic every time.

“Is that it, puppy?” you asked in his ear.

He nodded desperately. “Yeah—” He gasped as you wrapped both hands around his length. “Mommy—”

Fuck, you could die of happiness right then and there when he said that.

“Feels— Feels— S’ good—”

After that day, it didn’t stop. Every time Denji saw you, he’d perk up with a bright smile and jump at you with a gleeful cheer of, “Mommy!” And whenever he was puddy in your arms, you’d pet his hair and whisper, “That’s a good puppy,” to send him deeper into that blissful place of sub-space that he needed so desperately in order to avoid all of the ongoing problems in his life. He liked to sit at your feet now, resting his head on your lap as you played with his hair; and you knew that he liked that spot because if he ever wanted to, he could just squeeze between your knees until you were spread wide for him, giving him the chance to make you feel good.

One day he told you that he was happy to know you. He was happy that you called him puppy. He was so glad that someone good was taking care of him. And he explained that the reason he felt that way was because of the last woman he’d ever opened up to, a woman named Makima who treated him like a dog, like a pet, and not in the wonderful way that you did, had done terrible things to him. You were kind and caring. She was scary and sadistic.

So you did your best to make sure he continued to feel appreciated and cared for. You got him whatever he wanted, fed him food whenever he wanted, and let him cuddle up against you whenever he needed. You started rewarding Denji. For little things, you’d give him headpats or kisses on the cheek, and for the bigger things, you’d give him… Well… You.

Denji put in the work in order to earn you because it seemed like he always needed you.

He came home one day, bragging about the Devil he killed, and how he made enough money off that one kill to pay your rent for the month; and for that, he deserved a big reward. So you scratched behind his ear while praising him for his good work and that you were so proud of him and so thankful that he came home safe, and you did this until he dropped to his knees with a stupid grin plastered to his face and his tongue hanging out with utter happiness. When he was waiting eagerly at your feet, you left to grab his collar and leash from your shared drawer, and Denji happily followed you. He looked so much at peace when you put the collar around his neck. He seemed to melt more and more as you kissed his head when he was wearing what showed that he belonged to you— Which was all he ever wanted. Denji wanted to belong to someone good, and you hoped that you could be that person for the rest of his life.

Poor thing was more than excited to crawl onto the couch with you, to lay between your legs after you reclined back then turned on the TV. It didn’t really occur to him that he’d earned more than that. Denji seemed to be content with the fact that he was there with you, resting against your warm body, hiding his face in your bicep, whining lightly as you tickled your fingers around the collar on his neck.

“Does that feel okay, puppy?”

Denji nodded vaguely.

“What would you like to watch?”

He whispered the name of his favorite show to you, so you played with the remote until you got the episode of the new season playing for him.

“Like that, baby?”

He nodded again before murmuring, “Perfect, Mommy.”

“Good boy.”

Denji nuzzled your arm while you kissed the top of his head. Honestly, did it have to go any further than that? Not necessarily. But Denji knew the rules, he knew the rewards that came with impressing you, and after clearly earning it, how could you deny him his gift? Especially when he looked so cute when he was all blissed-out between your legs—

“Will you do me a favor, puppy?”

Denji nodded. “Anything, Mommy.”

“Be a good boy and watch your show while Mommy makes you feel good.”

His face brightened as a list of potential possibilities began to run through his mind— What were you going to do to him? Tease him? Fuck him? Let him fuck you? Were you going to be nice or mean? Were you going to rush things or let it all brew until he was pathetically whimpering your name? The endless possibilities were running through your head, too, but your mind was made up. You tried to hold him still, because he was always squirmy whenever you played with him, by wrapping the leash around your hand a couple of times before you held on tight then dragged your free hand down his front and under the waistband of his pants. Denji told you once that he had to wear a suit for work back in the day when he did Devil hunting professionally; however, now that he was back to freelance, he got to wear whatever he wanted, including just a t-shirt and some loose fitting pants that gave him plenty of room to move around in while he was fighting— And they were fairly cheap, so he didn’t have to worry about ruining them and feeling guilty about having you buy him more.

“Mommy?” he cocked a brow up at you.

Your hand was sliding into his pants and was wasting no time in taking his semi-soft length in your gentle grip. He let out the cutest, quietest moan you’d ever heard.

“Don’t mind me, puppy.”

“Y-Yes, Mommy…”

You kissed under his ear. The way he tensed as you pumped your hand ever so slowly up and down his length in an effort to get him hard, to which he mewled and screwed his eyes shut to concentrate until you warned him to open up because you told him to watch his show while you took care of him. He tried his best. You could see it while you were peeking over his shoulder to get a good view of his face and what you were doing under his pants, his chin was quivering as he was attempting to hold back any moans from slipping out or from moving around too much before you’d decide to punish him by stopping altogether.

You leaned in to whisper, “You can make noise, puppy.”

A gentle groan left him within an instant. “Thank you, Mommy.” His head fell back onto your shoulder, but his eyes were still open so that he could watch his show— Though you knew he wasn’t really paying attention. “Feels s’good…”

“Does it?”

He nodded. “Y- Yes—” Another moan got caught in his throat as you slipped his pants down to his thighs so that his erection could pop up, giving you more room to please him. “Shit—” His hands grabbed onto your wrist to stop you after you decided to suddenly jerk him off fast and hard. “Mommy—”

“Don’t stop me, puppy.”

Denji carefully let go of you, his hands finding the length of his leash to hold onto instead. “I’m sorry.”

You kissed under his ear again. “It’s okay.”

You continued your movements of dragging your fist up and down his shaft, leading from base to tip, a squelching sound becoming more and more obvious as precum dribbled out of his tip and onto your hand. You tried to play with it to see the clear, gooey strings sticking to your fingers, but Denji wasn’t having it— Not when he was so needy.

Without any warning, Denji suddenly rolled over, his face immediately finding its way to your chest where he could stuff his cold nose between your boobs. You hesitated while letting him adjust. Another pathetic, desperate, needy, pleading whine escaped him as he did his best to hold onto your hips for balance while he was busy running his nose and lips along the outline of your bra around your breasts.

“Mommy, need’ta touch you…” He pressed his hips forward, sliding his length through the loose grip you still have around him. “Please, Mommy.”

It was hard not to grin at him even though he couldn’t see you. With his face buried in your chest, there was no way he could tell that you were on Cloud 9 just watching him fuck your hand at a fast yet gentle pace, something similar to the way he liked to fuck you whenever he was on top and just wanted to make you feel good. Denji wasn’t a selfish man. Though he enjoyed orgasming— craved it, even— he always put your pleasure before his when you’d let him. If he earned the reward of fucking you, he did so in a way that would make you cum; and he’d always hold back long enough to make sure you came first. It was so cute whenever he was thrusting inside of you and his eyes were screwed shut just so that he could concentrate on not cumming.

“Oh, my poor puppy,” you teased. He whimpered when you kissed the top of his head. “You’ve just been so pent up and needy for me, haven’t you?”

He nodded against your chest. “Yes, Mommy—”

Denji was cut off by the way you started matching his movements, fisting your hand along his hard length while he fucked it faster. Every time you were near his tip, you had to tease him. With a gentle swipe of your thumb over the sensitive tip, Denji quickly collapsed from his knees to his stomach, giving up control again so that you could jerk him off and he couldn’t do a single thing about it.

“You’ve been such a good pet for me, puppy. You know that?”

Denji’s nose rubbed against your sternum in response.

“Good boys who earn rewards get to cum. Isn’t that right?”

“F-Fu-Fuck— Yes— Yes, Mommy—”

“My sweet boy…”

“All… All yours, Mommy—” His breath was burning your skin in the best way as he panted, drool likely staining your shirt. “I’m your good boy.”

“Yes, you are.”

After looping his leash around your wrist instead of your hand, you wormed your way down to press your palm flat against his tip so that you could rub back and forth while you were still jerking him off; a dual effort to get him to cum harder. Denji was a squirming mess after that. He couldn’t contain himself, and it was hard for you to keep him somewhat still between your legs, because he was grabbing your hips for dear life while crying into your boobs for mercy.

“I’m close, Mommy— Stop it— Stop— Mommy!”

“Why would I stop, puppy? I told you that you’re allowed to cum. Don’t hold back. Cum for me whenever you’re ready.”

It barely took ‘til the end of your sentence before Denji cried out your name. White ropes of his cum shot out onto your thighs and stomach during the height of his orgasm that you forced out of him; and when it began to slow down, it turned into a spent leak that dripped down your hands.

You kissed the top of his head again as a means to close the gap between the two of you while you were whispering lovely praises to him about how he was so good for you and that he was so precious and that you were happy that he belonged to you.

When he caught his breath and was somewhat alert to his surroundings again, Denji tried to pick himself up so that he could escape you long enough to grab a towel to clean up the mess he made; However, you were still holding onto his leash tight enough that he couldn’t go far before you tugged gently to keep him with you, unable to think about anything about you, which is how it should have always been. You and him. Nothing else.

“Don’t move yet, puppy… Mommy’ll help you when you’re ready.”

Denji slumped against your body, completely giving up control one final time so that you could hug him close, enveloping him in your arms where he was safe and loved and taken care of. If it was possible, you would have liked to keep him there forever. If he wasn’t so anxious all the time, you’d want to keep him at home where you could look after him 24/7 so that you knew he was safe and out of harm’s way. When he was at work, nothing was guaranteed. Maybe if you just held onto him for dear life, refusing to let go, never allowing him out of your arms, convincing him that having his cheek squished up against your boobs was the best feeling in the world— Maybe then he’d stay with you forever.

“I’m so proud of you, Denji.”

He whined happily at the mention of his name.

“You did so well for me, baby.”

You ran your hands up and down his back to help him calm down while he caught his breath. Denji wasn’t wiggling around, which was a sign that he was close to falling asleep; and you knew the second you saw his left foot twitching at the end of the bed that he had actually successfully done so. He was all yours. He wasn’t going anywhere, not in that state when he was covered in cum and sweat, still wearing his collar and leash that you had wrapped around your wrist. Your cute little puppy. You’d take care of him for the rest of his life…

“Goodnight, puppy.”

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like you never left [18+]

chainsaw man | aki hayakawa x f!reader | 5.8k

warnings | ex!aki, so lots of angst. very explicit smut. minors dni. reader features | physically shorter than aki. reader is a bit jaded from the breakup, but cares very deeply about aki. reader doesn’t know the extent of aki’s past yet, but knows a good bit about what his work entails. a/n | this is inspired by @meownotgood​‘s aki-ex-headcanons, because the concept has been swirling around in my brain bc of these asks since they posted them. this is my favorite thing i’ve written in a while. i hope you enjoy <3 more detailed tags on ao3! read on ao3

You can’t quite bring yourself to exit the car just yet. Hands shaking on the steering wheel, you grip it tight, tight enough to break the skin if you really wanted to bleed.

It��s cloudy, sky casting a gloomy bluish filter across the city. The perfect weather for the day you’ve been dreading for months.

You’ve put off gathering the last of your things from Aki’s place for far too long. You’ve run out of excuses, pulling from what you thought was an endless pile of them any time he asked, and it’s gotten gradually more painful to talk to him. Every conversation is arduous, like extracting a tooth from the root with no sedatives.

You miss him. Undeniably so.

No matter how hard you’ve worked to move on, he’ll forever be a part of you – the world you’d built together may have crumbled, but the ruins remain; the good memories survive despite your effort to bury them deep.

But you could never forget Aki. You’re kidding yourself if you think that it’s even a possibility for you.

You see him every day – in the cigarette cartons behind the register at your favorite convenience store. In the homemade curry you cook from scratch to comfort you on the coldest days. In the cleaning habits you’ve formed, smoothing the wrinkles from the freshly washed sheets that you make your bed (every morning) with. In the way you watch films, in the way you listen to music, in the way you enjoy a cup of coffee.

He’s rubbed off on you, too.

You hold your cards closer to your chest, now. You value your privacy a lot more. You celebrate achievements quietly, humbly. Your work ethic is different, too.

All because of Aki.

Maybe you’ve changed for the better, you’re not sure; regardless, that neither changes nor mends a broken heart.

For all the days of smooth sailing, there were just as many days of rough waters waiting ahead.

“I’ll be home soon,” Aki promises, one of many that he doesn’t mean to break.

It’s a statement, but he’s pleading it. An underlying question: “Will you wait for me?”

You do, like you always have, a hearty dinner waiting for him after what you can already tell is a particularly taxing day – you know this because every day is the same.

It’s always like this. Infinite overtime, gluttonous expectations, a crushingly depressing career outlook. “Clocking out” is a meaningless phrase, because when you’re a devil hunter, you never really do.

Dinner gets cold. You prepare for the worst.

The sun sinks behind the neighboring buildings. From late afternoon to dusk. Dusk to evening.

The phone doesn’t ring, no matter how hard you will someone – anyone – to call.

What were Aki’s last words? “I’ll be home soon”? Did he say “goodbye”? Did he tell you he loved you?

Did you tell him you loved him this morning? Can you remember his smile? Or the last kiss you shared before he darted out of the door?

You don’t know how much time has passed when Aki finally shows. You haven’t done much more than stare at the front door.

He’s disheveled, exhausted, eyes wild with an apology that hadn’t quite met his lips.

That’s when it clicks for you. 

The lens you see your relationship with Aki fades from the rose hue it’d been for god knows how long, and now you’re only able to see it for what it was. You were always going to come second to his job, even if he was 100% committed to making it work.

It’s out of your mouth before you can stop yourself, your heart working faster than your mind.

“I can’t be a bystander in your own suicide mission, Aki.”

The words hit, like a blow to the chest, and it only gets worse from there.

You have a lengthy discussion about your relationship, but nothing is really resolved. It ends with you packing a bag, but before you can leave, he convinces you to stay. Just for the night. You take the bed, he takes the couch – at his insistence.

He’s gone for work before you wake, an apology letter tucked into the zipper of your bag. (You still haven’t read it. You can’t bring yourself to.)

You haven’t come back since.

A part of you was happy that you’d never gotten around to moving in with him because it’d make this a hell of a lot harder. Although, with the sudden absence of your weekend getaways, you’ve spent more time mourning the breakup than healing from it.

Nostalgia tugs you from your car and towards the stairs. You plod upward towards his apartment that overlooks the city, your favorite view of it.

You’re on autopilot as you walk down the familiar hall, thinking back on the casual friendships you’d made with Aki’s neighbors and coworkers. How you recognized that they were forged in passing, and now you’d probably never amount to more than a blip on their memory. You were so naive to think that transience didn’t – could never – apply to you.

A split second after you rap your knuckles against the wood door, it flies open, a breathless Aki waiting for you on the other side.

“Hi,” he says, gaze focused, flitting back and forth across your face, your body – like he’s recommitting you to memory.

You know, because you’re doing it, too.

His hair is longer, nearly grazing his shoulders now. There’s a new scar on his cheek – still pink, not as faded as the pale marks decorating the rest of his body.

Not much has changed. He’s still the same old Aki you fell in love with.

“Hey,” you breathe, already fidgeting. The urge to bolt buzzes throughout your body, but your fingers practically itch with the need to reach out and touch him. Both sensations neutralize each other, so instead, you do nothing.

“Do you… wanna…” he trails off, letting the rest of the question hang in the thick air between you.

He steps back to let you in, and you wordlessly pass through the frame – homesickness hits you like a wave of nausea. You try not to show it on your face, but Aki watches you from his peripheral, clearing his throat to relieve some of the tension.

“Would you like something to drink?” He’s just being polite, as always.

“I’m good, thanks,” you shake your head, smiling weakly. You’re not sure your unsettled stomach could handle anything right now.

“Then… I’ll, uh, be in here if you need me.” Aki nods to the kitchen, where he’s prepping food and washing dishes.

(It’s just like him to spend his day off doing chores.)

And with a knowing look, you’re both off on your own. You wade through the viscous tension towards the place you’re dreading most of all.

The bedroom is just like you left it: pristine, wrinkle-free, devoid of personality.

His place has always mimicked website photos of a university dormitory, severely lacking in character, functionality the only goal. You’ve never quite cracked why he doesn’t decorate, why there aren’t pieces of himself woven into the interior of his home.

There’s a few items on the bed, folded and neatly stacked – the last of your things barely take up the length of a pillow.

Torn photo strips from a boardwalk booth you’d visited once (torn so you could share the best takes), hair ties that are too frilly to be his. A tube of citrus scented (and flavored) lip gloss that he’s kissed off of your lips a dozen times before, that he’s licked off of his own when you part. Your favorite oversized tee you slept in every time you came over – one you’d stolen from him, that you’d insisted he wear for a while before you took it for yourself. You take a deep whiff and a lump forms in your throat – it still smells like him.

A worn pair of slippers that were a gift from him, a (surprisingly untangled) pair of headphones you’d borrowed from him a million times, his key to your home, your favorite cassette – a mixtape he’d made for you. 

All of these items are ones that prick you just deep enough in your unhealed sore spots to make you flinch. Theoretically, you could just throw all of these in a metal trash bin and light it on fire, wiping your hands of the whole thing.

But the sentimentality holds you back, restraining any irrational decision you might make.

Is this all a manipulation tactic? A ploy to get you back? Or are you thinking the worst of him because of how much this hurts?

You shove away the thought and pick up the functional items first. Hair ties, lip gloss, slippers, headphones, key.

But… the hair ties are the same color as his eyes. The slippers were a sweet “You needed it, so I bought them” surprise that led to a dozen kisses, which led to even more. The headphones are a white flag in a sense – he’s finally revoking ownership. The lip gloss reminds you of his lips, the taste and feel of him.

And the key makes this even more real.

It falls through your trembling fingers, the metal clattering loudly against the wood flooring. You hear a scuffle of feet and sense him in the doorway before you see him.

Aki’s arm is braced against the frame, brows furrowed in concern, lips parted – a question on the tip of his tongue.

“I’m okay,” you say, but your voice wavers.

He raises to his full height, appraising you with curious eyes.

“What’s wrong?” He completely ignores what you’ve claimed, because he knows you better than you care to admit.

“Nothing.”

A soft smile tugs at the corner of his lips. “You never were a good liar.”

A beat passes before you tell him the truth. “I can’t take any of these things with me.”

He’s quiet when he asks, “Why not?”

The knot in your throat is tightening, firmly at the center of your neck – no amount of swallowing will get rid of it. Tears burn your vision. Your whole upper body is on fire. Your resolve is crumbling, because you know that one hug from Aki could fix all of your problems but you can’t –

“I’m sorry,” Aki murmurs apologetically, jaw flexing in annoyance at himself. “I wasn’t right to pry. You don’t have to explain yourself to me.”

You clasp your hands together as tightly as you physically can, ignoring the pain. It’s all you can do to keep from reaching out to touch him.

“Everything –” You tip your chin at the pile. “– reminds me of you.”

Aki blinks, once, twice, a third time while he processes what you’ve just said.

Does he not see you – everywhere, in everything – like you see him?

“At first, I thought maybe you deliberately put these out to antagonize me, but you’re just… so damn sweet, Aki. You could never.”

You can’t bear to look at him. Your gaze is trained on the house key at your feet, but you make no move to pick it up.

His stare is intense, heavy, pinning you under it – you don’t move. You can’t.

“If they cause you pain, please don’t take them. I can get rid of anything you don’t want.”

It’s clear that he’s trying desperately to remain neutral. A part of you was hoping his composure would crack, but it’s still intact.

“They don’t cause me pain, Aki,” you whisper, clutching your hands into fists. “They’re good memories. That’s the problem. If I remember you fondly, then I’ll never be able to move on.”

He’s lost for words, much like when you told him you were done. The combination of his thunderstruck expression and your revelation sucks the air out of the room, and it feels like you’re suffocating.

He steps back, out of the doorframe, and you think he’s going to bolt, but he stays put.

“I – didn’t mean –” He stutters, bringing a rough hand to tangle in his hair.

“I know.”

“I wasn’t trying to –”

“I know.”

“I’m sorry.”

You smile weakly and wave a hand. “It’s fine.”

He takes two steps, now inside of the doorway, tall frame filling up the exit, but he looks so small.

“Do you think it would’ve been better to throw them away?” He asks, voice low, unsure.

You shrug. “We’d still remember.”

At least, you would. You couldn’t forget Aki even if you wanted to.

“So… how’s work?” You ask, an abrupt (but needed) subject change.

“Work is…” His voice fades, and you know it’s gotten worse.

“More demanding?”

“We’re short-staffed, so yes –” He winces, sensing his mistake almost as soon as it’s left his mouth. He’s always been honest to a fault.

There’s no doubt he’s remembering how the last time you discussed this topic, it nearly devolved into an argument – and how upset you were when you found out just how much was really being asked of him.

“So they’re still overworking you. That’s why you look so tired,” you chuckle humorlessly.

“I haven’t been sleeping.”

“And you’re going to work that way?”

“I’ll survive.”

You grit your teeth, finally staring at him dead-on. “Will you?”

Uneasiness clouds his expression, your confrontation waging a losing battle.

“I don’t think any answer of mine will satisfy you,” he sighs.

And he’s right. No matter what he says, how willing he is to put himself in harm’s way, there should be safety precautions in place for even the most reckless employees.

“I worry about you, that’s all.”

Aki doesn’t say anything, but steps over to the other side of the bed, glancing down at the pile. He leans down and runs the pads of his fingers across the faux fur lining of the slippers.

Even more painful questions you aren’t sure you want to know the answer to swirl around your mind.

How long has he had this pile? Does he hide it away? If he keeps it out where he can see, are they meaningful to him, too?

What does he remember? What does he choose to forget?

“I wish you wouldn’t.”

You’re caught off guard by that, annoyance bubbling over the edge.

“As long as you’re a devil hunter, I’m going to be worried for you,” you say, bluntly.

“I know what I signed up for –”

“‘I know what I signed up for when I joined,’ yes, I’ve heard it before, Aki. I don’t need rehearsed answers.” Your tone is increasingly irritated, dripping from every word.

Aki’s face scrunches in distaste.

“Do you know how many times this past month alone I’ve wondered if I’ll have to find out about your death over the news?”

You don’t wait for an answer.

“Every fucking day.”

Speechless again, Aki keeps his mouth shut.

Your palms sweat, your heart races, your jaw sets, but you don’t back down. You may never see Aki again after this, and by god, you’re going to try to get through to him before you go. If you can’t save him, at least you can say you put up a fight.

“Public Safety my ass, Aki – who’s protecting you? Who? Because it’s not them,” you start, delivery clipped. “They don’t care about you. In their eyes, you’re expendable –”

“It’s complicated –”

“It’s not complicated, it’s either you stay there and die or you resign and live,” you plead, taking a half step towards him. “Please, don’t make this harder than it is.”

“I can’t – it’s… complicated,” Aki says again and looks away.

“You have more reasons to walk away than stay, Aki.”

His eyes flash up to yours. “I don’t know if I believe that to be true.”

The storm in his eyes is something you’d describe as the midpoint between torment and despair.

You never thought leaving would push Aki farther into work. At the very least, you hoped he’d leave and find happiness – even if it wasn’t with you at his side. You wanted him to enjoy his life, not value it so little that he’d throw himself in harm's way at any opportunity.

You never wanted to leave him in the first place. Aki is everything you’d ever wanted, wrapped up in a handsome package with a big bow on top (in the form of a stiff ponytail).

You don’t have a trump card, but you do have your heart, and you’re wearing it on your sleeve.

You make a move, swiftly closing the gap. He watches your every move as you lean in and –

You kiss.

You collide and retract like gentle waves on a seashore, pulling back every few seconds to check if this – whatever it is – is okay. The taste of him is familiar and comforting and delicious. His kisses are lax but controlled in the movement, his composure on the brink of collapse but he’s Aki, so of course he grips the wheel to avoid crashing.

The waves pull back, and so do you, tipping your chin back to measure his approval. His expression reveals nothing, but his eyes tell a different story. Drunk on you with a hint of reluctance that you struggle to translate.

“Are you kissing me because you want to?” You ask before you can think twice. “Or because you’re just being polite?”

It’s like the last thread of his willpower snaps, and he’s surging you like high tide.

The waters are dangerous and you’re all but drowning in him but you can’t find it in yourself to care. He’s everywhere – you’re submerged in him, every inch of you consumed by Aki.

You’ve been avoiding this day for months, yes, and it’s because you knew this was a possibility. Folding as soon as he looks at you with his breathtaking eyes and says your name – his pretty mouth forms around it, whispering it like a prayer to any god that’ll listen.

You suck his bottom lip roughly and he moans, rumbling up through his chest, the sound spilling into your own parted mouth.

You run a hand down his chest, stomach, hips. He pants heavily as you do so, stomach stuttering with every movement. You’ve missed his lips, his tongue, his lewd moans, his silky smooth cock – when you slip your fingers into the fabric at his hips, past the elastic of his boxers, he’s groaning and bucking in anticipation.

“God… baby…” His voice is hoarse with lust, crackly with a bit of bass to it that makes your thighs clench.

The crook of his hands slots against your hips, fingertips playing with your waistband. The pads of his fingers graze your bare skin and you’re trying to hold his gaze, but the underlying intensity has you faltering.

You retract your hand, much to his distaste. You lick a long, firm stripe up your palm and finally wrap your hands around his shaft.

Dilated pupils disappear behind fluttering lids, and you know he’s a goner. Slow strokes elicit garbled praises from Aki, has him clutching your sides with a firm grip.

When you swirl your wrist around the tip, precum coating his head, he leans into you, posture crumbling. He folds, his temple pressed against your head while he pants into your ear.

“Shit – oh my god – you’re so good –”

It’s not long before he’s humping up into your curled palm, arms slung around your waist as he squeezes you closer. He’s putty in your hands. You missed this.

“I’m about to –” You cut him off with a kiss, hooking your arms around his neck. His toned body lines up with yours like a puzzle piece slotting perfectly into place. You missed this.

He’s rock hard against you, but his calloused hands are soft where they slide up to cup your face. You missed this most of all.

Being held so gently by the man so secretive that those close to him seldom know what he’s thinking. Being held so lovingly by the man driven by the bitter taste of revenge that forever lingers on his tongue. Being kissed so sweetly by the man who’s lost so much – but still has that much more left to give.

You thought he’d be used up long ago (he couldn’t possibly have more left to give, you were convinced), but Aki’s love is boundless. It’s his ambitions that trap him in a space just out of your reach.

With an unceremonious brush of his arm, the bed is cleared, all of your belongings joining the house key on the floor, clattering rhythmically against the wood.

He seats himself on the edge of the bed and you straddle him, knees squeezing his narrow hips tight.

A part of you wants to stop this before you go too far, but with the way Aki is looking at you, you know there’s no going back. The damage is already done.

Instead of doing the rational thing, you indulge in your fantasy, giving into the temptation that’s taunted you since you walked out.

Aki’s gaze is heavy-lidded, lustful, lips swollen as they struggle to form words. He seems completely dumbfounded that this is really happening, as are you.

His hands snake back up to your waist and he unbuttons your bottoms with trembling fingers.

“Aki?” You whisper. “Are you okay?”

Are you okay with this? With having sex after being apart for so long? Are you okay not knowing if anything will come of this? If sleeping together will do more harm than good?

Your tight jaw barricades your questions behind your gritted teeth, lips pinched tight, your curiosity staved off by nervousness. You don’t want to know the answer to any of them.

“I’m okay – I –” he blinks himself out of his daze, running a rough hand through his hair.

“Is this really happening?”

“Yes, it really is.”

His thin brows pull together, creases forming in the space between. “I’ve been dreaming about this for weeks now, so I’m not fully convinced I’m awake.”

You lean in, tugging the loose hem of his oversized shirt up and over his head, before weighing down on him till he falls back onto his back, half-naked and breathless underneath you.

“What can I do to convince you?”

Diluted light from the sunless sky casts a cool glow throughout the bedroom. His hair fans around him, a raven hue that reflects navy in the right lighting.

His bare chest heaves as he watches you above him, gaze flitting across every inch of you, recommitting you to memory the same way he did when you knocked on the door, only hungrier this time.

“Can I taste you?” Aki asks, almost shyly, if it weren’t for the husky tone he takes.

You nod. In a frenzy, he’s flipped you on your back, tugged your bottoms all the way off – leaving only your intimates, a plain cotton pair ill-suited for the occasion. Aki never cared about the presentation of the gift, just its contents. You could be wearing a burlap sack and he’d still find you as fuckable as if you were in lingerie. He adores you that much.

A sigh escapes him, airy and bordering on a moan. He runs his palms up from your ankles, kissing inside your shin, your knee, the plush skin of your thigh.

He hooks a finger into the crotch and pulls it aside, humming contentedly at the sight of you.

“Beautiful.”

The wet spot on your underwear is fresh, a product of the sloppy kisses you’ve shared. He doesn’t have to try that hard to make you wet, but this is ridiculous – you’re so deprived of his touch that kissing has you prepped and ready to fuck.

You’re fisting the fabric of your shirt in anticipation when he finally closes the gap, licking a long taut stripe up your cunt. Biting back a groan, you grip the sheets to get it out somehow. He does it again, this time pursing his lips to suck your clit into his mouth, before lapping at you at a relentless pace. Your eyes threaten to flutter shut, but you force them open so you can watch the perfect view in front of you – Aki between your thighs, licking, tasting, teasing you.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” you curse under your breath, tangling your fingers into the hair at his crown, training the strokes of his tongue to the speed you want.

Your hips roll to meet each lick, steadying your feet on the bed to angle yourself just right – fuck, he’s so good at this. He’s always been a little timid during foreplay, but when Aki gets going, he gets going. Your praises goad his confidence, and he’s not afraid to admit that he loves hearing you communicate just how good he is.

When Aki slips a finger in, you let him know.

“Just like that – oh my god – Aki, please, I’m so close –”

You’re folding into yourself, but he stops abruptly, gazing at you over your stomach.

“I want to see you – like that, yeah, that’s perfect,” he coos as you lift to your elbows. “Can you touch your tits for me? If you want, that is –”

You grip your shirt underneath your chin, tugging your bra up till your tits spill out. He rolls his lips together and sighs deeply, rewarding you by going back to work. You palm your tits, pinching your nipples as he watches, imagining that your hands were his own. That thought alone pushes you closer to the edge.

You’re writhing under his grip, squirming away from his relentless mouth and curled fingers, but he anchors you with a forearm, so all you can do is take it. You take it and take it and take it until the pressure builds and shatters into a million pieces, the orgasm billowing through you like a strong electric current.

When he pulls back, his lips glisten in the light, glossy and swollen because of you.

“C’mere,” you pant, tugging him onto the duvet alongside you.

You kiss him again, tasting both yourself and all the praises he couldn’t sing while between your legs.

“Do you want me to – suck you off –” you manage when you come up for air, watching his face for a reaction.

He hesitates, obviously up for either – fucking your mouth or your cunt – he’s not picky. He’s just delighted to have you back in his arms.

“I don’t mind. Whatever you want, love.”

It’s just like Aki to be painfully hard but still put you first.

“It gives me an excuse to tease you, so get those pants off,” you grin, sitting up to strip your top and bra the rest of the way off while he shifts into a sitting position, watching you intently.

In a swift move, his sweatpants are in a bunch at his ankles. You slip them off, tossing them onto the ground alongside the other discarded items. You take a moment to drink him in, internalizing every detail – new and old – so that you never forget this.

It’s not long before you yearn for the feeling of his soft skin beneath your hands. He parts his long legs even farther for you to slip between. When you take him in your mouth, he’s already bucking into you, moans spilling out of him like a string of apologies for ever letting you go.

Hollowed cheeks and a twisting motion have him slack-jawed around your name, the way he’s saying it encouraging you to keep on. You lick up his silky shaft, bob back down with tight lips – wrap your hand around him and pump him slowly with a thick coat of saliva.

You watch as his lean stomach muscles flex and roll as he juts his hips to meet your movements. His face is twisted in concentration – cumming or trying not to, you can’t tell.

You could keep on like that forever, bringing him pleasure from between his brawny thighs, but he stops you before he spills into your mouth.

“Please, I need you now,” Aki says in a throaty tone, pupils blown, a sheen of sweat glinting on his pale skin.

He grabs a condom from the top drawer of his dresser, tearing into the foil package with his teeth. You lay back against the bed as he rolls it on, stroking himself a few times before leaning over you.

Aki’s face is twisted, mouth downturned indecisively but the look in his eyes is contradicting. He wants all of you, but his confidence is wavering at every turn.

He knows this is real, this is happening, but you know Aki – he’s wondering if he deserves this. Deserves to have you back in his bed, at his mercy, apologies unspoken but forgiveness earned through physical devotion. 

He thinks he’s not enough, but that’s never been the case – Aki has always been enough for you. Stepping away was the hardest thing you’ve ever had to do, but essential to your livelihood. Regardless of how much you love him, you want all of him, the way you’ve given yourself to him. He’s held back for so long, but… now, you’re sure that his zealousness is focused on you, only you.

For so long, Aki burned the candle from both ends, the flames licking his skin raw, but he held on tightly, willing a balance that was never a possibility.

Revenge doesn’t hold a candle to the feeling of your love, and he knows this. He’s felt it. He’s lost it. He wants it back.

You throw him a lifeline, unable to watch him bob helplessly in the choppy waters.

“I want this, Aki. I love you – I always have,” you murmur, hooking your ankles around the small of his back.

You swear you see his lips tremble, but they crash into yours before you can really be sure. His skin is warm against yours as he presses his weight into you – you whine when you feel his tip tease you open, spreading your hips further as he rubs himself against your clit.

His hair curtains around you, midnight blanketing your vision. He sinks into you, agonizingly slow, reveling in the stretch of you around him. Your whines are harmonious, breathing in sync, ragged and laborious as he bottoms out inside of you, every inch of his cock disappearing inside of you.

For a moment, time stills, and it’s like you never left.

Nose to nose, you moan into each other, Aki’s hip rolling into yours with gentle precision you recognize as his go-to method. He’s everywhere – the smell of him, earthy and clean, envelops you. The look of him, pink-cheeked and lust-driven as he slides in and out. The feel of him – athletic arms bracketing you in, lengthy shaft driving you mad. The taste of him… familiar and intoxicating, like home – like your perfect brand of poison.

This intimacy brings you back to when you first met, when you first fucked Aki, when you confessed your feelings after a picturesque date. Being in love with Aki never faded, but you tried desperately to block it out – now it’s flooding back with a vengeance, while he’s deep inside of you.

Aki curls an arm underneath your back, tilting you up for a new angle that’s so delicious, you’re wholly engulfed by him. Your senses scream his name: Aki, Aki, Aki.

You’ve never wanted anything more than to be thoroughly fucked like this, you’re convinced. Fuck your hopes and dreams, all you need is Aki.

Your legs hold him in a vice grip, hips bucking in time with his own – God, even if you spent the rest of your life chasing this, you’d never have it this good again.

He rolls over, pulling you on top of him, his crook of his hands slotting around where your thighs meet your hips. He trains you down, lifting and dropping you at the pace he likes, building speed as quick as you can handle it.

“Fuck – yes – like – that –” you manage between sharp breaths, your palms flat against his chest to fuck him back.

“So beautiful,” he garbles out, watching you with signature adoration reserved only for you. “Shit – I love you –”

He says it back, and time stills for that much longer.

You need him closer, so you fall forward, chest to chest, kissing every inch of Aki’s skin your mouth can reach. Collarbones, neck, jaw, cheek, and finally, lips.

You sing your praises into his ear, and he does the same, vocalizing love and pleasure all at once. You returned to get your things, but you’re leaving more whole than when you arrived.

You come undone together, his cock twitching inside of you as you feel your own walls pulse around him. He fucks into you with gradually lazing strokes, flipping you over on your side as you both float back to Earth – but not before teasing you to climax one more time.

The pads of his fingers flick your clit with nimble strokes, free hand holding your thigh up so your legs are parted for him. He watches your expressions, watches every little thing his hand does to your body. You melt when you come, teleported to another realm as he talks you through it.

You crash back against the bed, not quite curling up against his side yet.

The room is coated in an almost dreamlike haze from your sex, thick and indistinct. Bleariness tinges your vision after being completely spent, but you try to make conversation anyway.

“How come you don’t decorate in here?”

“It’s hard to explain,” he says, chuckling when you make a face. “It actually is complicated, I promise.”

“I’ve never felt like any place is my home. It’s not much more than somewhere for me to lay my head. But now…” Aki trails off, pushing his bangs out of his eyes. “Without you in it, it’s not much of one. So I’ve given up on decorating.”

“Me?”

He shrugs. “You brighten up the room.”

Now, you cuddle up to his side, physically unable to stay away from him.

Curling up against his side, you slot against him and all of your favorite memories flood back. Ritual cat naps on your lunch breaks. Reading in bed with the window cracked, the song of the city your background noise. Sleepy morning kisses, late night makeouts with the buzz of alcohol in your veins. 

“Did you really mean what you said?” He asks softly.

“Aki… Of course I love you. Every day I’m scared that I’ll lose you, and I will have missed out on my last chance to say it.”

He exhales, and it’s like a weight is lifted. He relaxes, his face softens – like every worry dissolved with those three words.

“I love you, too,” Aki says gently, but resoundingly, a finality to it.

I love you – Your absence is an ache I can’t soothe.

I love you – You’re mine, I’m yours, and nothing is an obstacle when you’ve reached such great heights.

I love you – And I’ll say it again, and again, and again.

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[fuutakaijyama]

CSM CAM — DRABBLE feat ; aki, denji, yoshida

randomized scenarios about some of the csm boys !!!

includes : drabble, fluff, other miscellaneous things, mentions of boobs in denji's

alo's notes : lolololllll im back in my csm phase so here's some thoughts i had abt them as bfs

DENJI ; who'll always sit next to you and rub your knees and thighs while muttering words of praise in your ears

YOSHIDA ; who'll give you a different bouquet of flowers every week on a monday (knowing its your least favorite day of the week) with a small card

AKI ; who carries gum with him so you don't have to smell his pungent cigarette breath after he smokes

YOSHIDA ; who will rest his head in your lap no matter where you are when he's tired, expecting you to play with his hair

DENJI ; who'll poke at your boobs and stomach simply because he's bored or because he just wanrs your attention, wanting to feel your skin from under your shirt.

AKI ; who lets you play with his hair, braiding it and twirling it between your fingers as he moans softly in delight

#csm denji #fanfic #fanfiction #csm #csm aki #csm fluff #csm fanfic #aki hayakawa #yoshida hirofumi #denji x reader #yoshida x reader #aki x reader #fuutaskajiyamas #fuutapajamas #fluff

[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?" 

#aki smut #aki hayakawa #aki hayakawa smut #csm #csm smut #chainsawman #chainsaw man smut #aki x you #imagine #denji #power csm #aki x f!reader #aki x reader #smut #csm fanfic

[dexlexia]

protection - aki x reader

pairing: aki hayakawa x reader rating: 18+ summary: Aki was a gentle lover, he really was. He was always so afraid of hurting you, he said he had seen enough chaos in the world that the idea of leaving you hurt and bruised made him sick to his stomach. So he held you in high esteem, his beautiful partner both on and off the field. He was also a huge advocate for safe sex, the last thing you both needed right now was a child.  tags: safe sex, smut, pwp, gentle sex, sweet sex, fluff & smut

complimentary fic to: bareback - kishibe x reader

Aki was a gentle lover, he really was. He was always so afraid of hurting you, he said he had seen enough chaos in the world that the idea of leaving you hurt and bruised made him sick to his stomach. So he held you in high esteem, his beautiful partner both on and off the field. He was also a huge advocate for safe sex, the last thing you both needed right now was a child. 

Imagining how chaotic the apartment would be made chills run up Aki's spine. The two devils he lived with would probably cook the baby in a soup or leave them on the balcony all day. It was bad enough that Aki had to take care of them plus a cat. So right now a baby wasn't in the cards,  sadly it might never be in the deck..  Aki was no longer on a suicide mission to kill the Gun Devil, every time he saw you it gave him a notion that maybe there was more to life than killing devils, but time was slipping from him. So he cherished every moment spent with you. 

It was late when you got back to Aki's apartment. You practically had to carry Denji in. You and the dark-haired man put the other two to bed before you got settled in yourselves. Aki made you some tea and you sat by the table, the other pair slumbering nearby as you both sat in silence and drank. You noticed in the lights of the room just how blue Aki's eyes were. You smiled at him and he smiled back, no words were exchanged but you both could reach one another. 

Eventually you said, "You're very handsome, Aki." Then took another sip, you stretched out your leg to rub against his, "I feel like I don't tell you that enough." You smiled over the cup. 

Aki blushed for a moment before he took a hasty sip, "You are too... I mean you're beautiful." He wasn't the best at expressing romantic emotions but he tried his best for you.  To be fair to this kind of work, you have to not know how to express emotions. But to make this work, you and Aki tried to play to your strengths. He rubbed his ankle against yours and continued to drink.  He asked, "Do you want to-"

Your smile turned into a grin over the cup, "Are you asking me for sex, Aki?" 

He blushed more, "Yes I am, possibly, maybe." You chuckled, not too loud as to not wake up Power and Denji. It only made Aki blush more as he lowered his head and his cheeks grew red.  He wasn't a sex machine, in reality he only had a handful of experiences.  Most of which were with you. 

You finished your tea quickly and got up. You rounded the table and held out your hand, "Well, then. Let's get going then before these two wake up." Aki took your hand and you led him to the bedroom. There you sat on the bed and started to unbutton your blouse.  You could feel his blue eyes on your chest as you took off the top.

He started to get undressed too. Your eyes lingered on his toned chest,  your eyes met and he gave you a small smile before he started to unbutton his pants. Soon everything was off the both of you.  He soon came to the bed  and the two of you started to kiss, the sound of lips together filled the room as he started to feel up your body. You hand eventually found his cock and started to stroke it gently. 

  "Fuck." "Shit." You both said as you began to pleasure one another at the foot of the bed. The kiss became deeper and soon you were both lying on the bed, hands between legs as you continued to get each other off.  Aki's breathing grew rough the more you stroked his cock.  He soon pulled away from your lips and took his fingers out of your slick pussy. 

  You watched him lean over to the nightstand and grab a condom from the drawer. He had to get better at hiding these since Power and Denji moved in, the condoms were put between pages of books. The last place the devils would look. He came back to you and started to undo the wrapper. He soon got on his knees and moved in between your legs. He put the condom on with ease and then  grabbed you by the legs. 

You let out a small yelp as he pulled you further down the bed to meet his cock. He held onto your hip and rubbed his protected his cock up against your pussy. The sound that came from it was erotic as the two of you wanted it so badly. He could see a blush on his face in the low light. The small noise he made as he gripped his cock to rub against you. You in turn moaned as you felt the weight of his cock up against your wet cunt. 

  "That's it,  baby." He said softly as he rolled his hips. He licked his top lip before he lined up his cock with your hole, "Ready?"

  "For you, Aki. Always." You  held onto the bed under you and kept your legs open as he slowly inserted his cock into you.  You winced but soon relaxed as he pushed all the way in. Soon his chest was against yours, bodies close together  as he started to thrust. He kept the pace nice and even, not too rough. He never wanted to be too rough. The intimacy from gentle, sweet sex meant more to you than anything.  Your lips found one another as the two of you continued to make love under the low light. 

Aki loved you, it was a burning desire to protect what little he had left in this world. He'd take every moment to tell you how much he loved you, how much he wanted to spend time with you, he wanted to make every last moment count. He was never too sure if tomorrow would be the last, so quiet intimate moments like these meant everything to Aki. He held onto your hips and continued to thrust. 

  "Fuck, you feel good." He said. 

  "You're not too bad yourself, Aki." You chuckled in response before you pulled him back into a soft kiss. You started to move your hips too in pace with Aki's movements. You wrapped your arms around him and pulled him as close as he could possibly get. You wanted Aki inside and out, in every way, all the time.  Your heart raced as the two of you humped in the glow of moonlight. He pulled away and looked into your eyes before you pulled him in for another kiss.

The sounds of sex filled the room, Aki's hands roamed your body as you kept your arms around his neck. He loved to feel every curve, every scar, every mole. He wanted to feel every inch of skin on your body, he wanted to feel up his beautiful girlfriend.  Your bodies continued to move together as you heard the snoring from the other two in the living room. 

  "Aki."

  "Yes, dear."

  "Be mine forever." You said, so quietly he could barely hear you. You felt pleasure pool in your gut as you continued to have sex with the man.  The kisses became messier as the heat in the room grew, between kisses there was heavy breathing between you two as you tried to catch your breath. His cock throbbed inside of you as you two kept going.  The air in the room felt thick as you moved, sweaty bodies up against one another. 

You moaned quietly as he rocked his hips, his cock prodded inside of you which made you see stars. Your hips rolled seductively to meet his pace and the two of you moaned and panted. Your breathing labored as the movements continued.  There was nothing quite like having sex with Aki, you two weren't pros but it was comfortable and sweet. He was an adoring partner who loved you very dearly. 

He wasn't the best at expressing his love through words, but he showed it in other ways. Tried not to smoke when you were around, a fresh pastry in the kitchen when you woke up, the occasional hand holding when not on patrol, every three months he got you another plant to add to your collection on your window sill in your apartment. There were many things that Aki did to show that he loved you,  having tender sex with you was another.  As his body pressed against yours, you could feel his heartbeat against yours. Forever intertwined. 

Not even death could separate the bond you two had.  You two continued, the feeling of orgasmic rush was starting to take root. Your kisses continued in an effort to keep quiet, but it was hard with the squeaking of the bed and your heavy breathing. You felt hot all over from the activity.  This felt like an intimate paradise as the two of you moved. 

You made a small noise when Aki broke the kiss, and soon he came back in to deliver another one. His tongue grazed your bottom lip and you moaned against the kiss. You tightened around his cock which made it jump a little from the sensation.  "Ah, Aki."

  "That's it, baby." He said quietly, "That's it." His face landed on your neck, feeling the sweat against his nose as he continued to rut against you, his pace was losing focus as he felt closer to orgasm.  You moaned a little bit but then bit your lip to keep yourself quiet while he worked your body. You knew you'd have to shower afterwards from the sheer amount of sweat that was on your skin. 

He gently praised you, you lived for it. Knowing that you were doing a good job meant so much to him. It was an amazing feeling in your eyes, he called you his good girl, his beloved, his one and only. It was almost too mushy, but you enjoyed it nonetheless.  It made it feel so intimate as you held onto him.

Soon the feeling grew,  you were getting close to orgasm. Your paces were mismatched but nonetheless you two were experiencing the height of pleasure. With a loud noise, that could probably be heard next too, you came around his cock. And with a few loose, quick thrusts he finished in the condom. He let out a moan that he quickly covered his mouth with his hand to keep quiet. 

You both felt the energy drain from you as you started to come down from the high.  Aki took off the condom and buried it under some trash in  a wastebin close by. He quickly opened a window to let the smell of sex out of the room.  He soon returned to you and flopped beside you on the bed.

You quickly got him in your arms and pulled the tie out of his hair so he could be more comfortable. His face was against your shoulder as you two relaxed in an orgasmic heat.  He held you close, never wanting to let you go. As your leg tangled together in bed, he softly kissed your warmed skin. 

Aki felt like paradise to you, it was a comfort that you had never afforded yourself previously. But being with him now made all the difference. You wanted to stay with him for the rest of your days.  Call it young love, you didn't care. You just wanted Aki in every way you could get him. And you'd protect him till your last breath. 

  "You're amazing." He said softly, "Never met someone like you before." He rolled onto his back and held your hand as his breathing began to level out, "Don't... Don't leave me," He said. 

You looked at him and grasped his hand, "Don't worry, I don't have any reason to leave." 

  "Good." 

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[stopdyingnow]

𝙃𝙖𝙮𝙖𝙠𝙖𝙬𝙖 𝘼𝙠𝙞 𝙒𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙔𝙤𝙪'𝙧𝙚 𝙎𝙞𝙘𝙠

𝘞𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴: 𝘕𝘰𝘯𝘦. 𝘚𝘧𝘸, 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘱𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘧𝘭𝘶𝘧𝘧, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘯𝘦𝘶𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘭 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴. 𝘐 𝘮𝘢𝘺 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘵 𝘢 𝘣𝘪𝘵 𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘳- ^^

Aki notices when you’re unwell, physically or mentally. He noticed you be more tired than usual this morning, struggling just to get up. Feeling weak. He walked over to you, concerned. As he then pressed a hand to your head, feeling your temperature. The moment he felt it, he knew you had a fever. Also judging by the way you sniffled and had stuffy nose, it was clear you had a cold.

He ushers you to stay home, and to not go out. Ushering you back into bed to let you rest. “You should stay home since you’re sick, don’t push yourself.” He says, as he rubs your forehead affectionately. Feeling the warmth of your head when he looks at you with an empathetic expression.

He puts a blanket over you, constantly telling you to stay warm and to take care of yourself. “You should really take care of yourself better…Put on a jacket next time it rains. I don’t want you getting sick or feeling unwell.” Sweetest man’s ever. He doesn’t get grossed out by any of the “nasty” parts of being sick. He understands it’s human nature, and that it’s natural. So he knows not to be rude by saying derogatory stuff when you sweat or blow your nose. He’s willing to hold your hair back if you throw up. Sweaty sheets? He’ll change it. Need a warm bath but too weak to walk? Hell carry you. Very understanding and is never rude when you’re unwell. Extremely empathetic and overall very understanding.

He would sit by your bed and cut you some apples as you lay there recovering. He knows the variety of stuff you can eat is extremely limited when you're ill, you can't have any good snacks such as popcorn, or any desserts either. So he'll make you some apple bunnies to cheer you up. He'll also get you the good junk foods you like once you're better.

He’d chat with you, telling you some stuff about life, or asking about yours. And maybe even read you a book if you ask. He would also make you soup or whatever can help you during your time of feeling unwell, making stuff that even tastes good while sick- man’s is an amazing cook. Bro can probably quit devil hunting and just become a chef-

Always makes sure you take your medicine at the right time. Never once misses a time. Either that or extremely little times he has missed on giving you your medicine. Supposed to take another spoon at 3:30? He sets an alarm and doesn’t forget. Next spoon at 6:30? Same thing. Sets an alarm and doesn’t miss. Very responsible, and if you say it tastes gross he’ll make you something nice but healthy afterwards as a reward- ^^ He probably wouldn’t sleep directly touching you due to him not wanting to catch your sickness, because he’s still a devil hunter that has to stay well afterall. If you and him know each other for a bit but a long enough time he’ll most likely set a mattress next to the bed you sleep in so he can still sit next to you. Sometimes caressing your hand if it hangs down. However if you and him know each other for a very long time, or are in a very healthy official relationship I think he might sleep next to you. Not directly touching you due to the reasons stated but he’ll watch over you. Making sure your breathing is good, and making sure to have cough drops or tissues by the bedside in case you need it. And despite you being sick, he’ll still press a kiss to your forehead in affection at times.

Overall, he’s very loving and affectionate. Very sweet. And wouldn’t be rude or make you feel gross if you’re sick, which reflects off of his kind personality that goes along with it. He loves you, sick or not. And he would never say “ew” or be grossed out. He’ll make you your favorite desert, or take you out once you’re better as a reward. ^^

𝘕𝘰𝘵𝘦: 𝘐'𝘮 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘴𝘪𝘤𝘬- 𝘢𝘭𝘴𝘰 𝘐'𝘮 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘳𝘺 𝘈𝘬𝘪 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘴. =)

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[kairiscorner]

omg i have a request for denji 🤭🤭 first off:: time skip (aka high school) fluff pls, fem!reader, maybeee something like the reader was gonna go on a date (planned to meet up at the local park?) but got stood up and while denji is going on a walk he spots her and recognizes her from school (same class or just saw in halls idc) decides to take her on a date?? idk it sounds cute lolol

hearts' day 002.

a surprise date with denji.

"what's got you all sad and stuff?"

a gruff voice asked you while you sobbed into your now wet palms. you looked up slowly at him with watery eyes and trembling lips, hoping you didn't look so pathetic, like you didn't just get stood up on a date you waited a whole week for.

you sniffed back your snot and blinked away your hot tears as you realized it was that blonde kid in your class, hayakawa, asking you what was up with you–his pinky finger gracefully shoved away in his nostril, picking his nose, while he looked down at you with his amber colored irises.

you didn't know what was more pitiful, the fact you got stood up by someone you really liked and were left alone after waiting around for them for nearly 3 hours at this point, or the fact that you were being sort-of-but-not-really comforted by a stranger, who wasn't exactly a stranger, from your class, picking his nose for a sizeable booger.

with a shaky breath, you looked up at the color of the setting sun–the deep, fiery red, orange, and yellow hues in the sky reminding you of how long it had been since you arrived in this damned park, only to be made a fool out of when nobody arrived to take you to the date you really, really looked forward to going.

"...i got stood up." you muttered, wiping away your tears as your gaze fell down to your bright, shining shoes that you bought specifically to impress your date. denji let out a small, 'huh' sound, and sat next to you on the bench; flicking away a small booger he caught, then wiping his finger on his shirt after.

"well, what if we went on a date?" he asked you nonchalantly. your eyes widened at his suggestion, but a part of you felt a little grosses out by it. "us?" you asked in sheer confusion. "yeah. what, don't wanna go on a date with the one and only chainsaw man? too scared ta do it? i bet you are." he said with a mischievous grin and a devilish tone of mockery in his voice as he challenged you.

this boy always said he was chainsaw man, not like anyone–nor you–believed him, but at this point, you were too broken up to really give a damn about anything else he was saying aside from the fact he was more than willing to take a pretty girl who's been disappointed and heartbroken out for the night of her life.

you sighed, leaning your head against the bench's backrest and shrugged. "okay." you murmured, making denji chuckle and stand up. he extended his clean hand towards you and gave you a sharp, toothy smile. "i've got a game of uno waiting for us back at my place, and a little devil to take care of, but she's not gonna give a shit. maybe."

you find yourself chuckling ironically at how sweet his gesture is, offering to take you to his place to play a game of uno, maybe get some takeout from that chinese place he's been mumbling to himself about craving their food for, and maybe brewing you some tea even though he hates it–all because he's heard you like it.

"ya like tea?" he asked you when he turned to you, not realizing you two were holding hands this whole time. you snap out of your inner thoughts and look him in the eyes. you nod and raise an eyebrow in surprise. "how'd you know?"

"dunno, y'seem like the type to like tea. you're like... all pretty and sweet and shit, y'know? and i heard you talkin' to yer friends once about this tea house y'really wanted to go to someday, so... yeah, if i get the money, i'll take ya there. but fer now, yer stuck with the denji hayakawa special brew." he joked, making your cheeks feel a little warm at how thoughtful he was being without even trying.

something tells you this new surprise date would be a little better than you expected, hopefully.

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[crimsonkenjii-writes]

NSFW Aki Hayakawa Headcanons

nsfw • mdni

── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ.───

Whimpers and moans a lot, lowkey kind of loud. Tries to stifle his moans by biting on his lip, kissing you or even biting you — leaving a noticeable bite mark on your skin where your neck and shoulder meet

Sometimes is too loud and the next day Denji and Power are mocking him and he turns bright red and threatens to unalive them. They both make fun about how he sounded like he was the girl on the receiving end

Likes to cum on you, just something about pulling out last minute and cumming all over your stomach and seeing you glazed in it makes him feral and he’s instantly hard again

Likes you being on top a lot so you riding him is one of his favorite positions whether he’s laying down or sitting up with you bouncing in his lap and his hands gripping your hips and waist

Days where he’s feeling a lot more intimate, he loves to cuddlefuck. Holds you so extremely close to him and whispers “I love you” nonstop into your ear. Loves it when you’re underneath him — trapped under his weight and your legs wrapped around his waist so tight and both of your arms holding on to each other, his face buried in your neck as he’s slowly but roughly thrusting into you

Usually comes after a really tough mission he was afraid he wouldn’t make it out of so he might end crying a little, just imagining leaving you all alone and breaking your heart. Overwhelms him and a few tears slip out. Wants to just keep holding each other after you both finish, a little shy to show his face since he eyes are swollen from crying. Keeps your face tucked into his chest as he continues holding you just as close

Was super against balcony sex at first, not wanting to showcase such a display. It was so out in the open he would have felt so exposed. Because not only could other onlookers from outside catch a glimpse, but there was no bedroom door to lock and his roommates could easily walk in and see everything.

But one day you give him head when he’s sat outside taking a smoke and he starts to open up to the idea more. Imaging you riding him on his chair or your hands gripping onto the rail as he pounds you from behind

Meowy has definitely walked in on the both of you a few times and it made Aki so uncomfortable. He tried ignoring Meowy but could see them licking themselves from the corner of his eye. Turns over and makes eye contact with the damn cat and stops immediately

“I can’t, they’re just looking at me.” He’ll grumble, frustrated from the mood being killed.

Denji and Power have most definitely walked in on you two at least once as well. He always swears his locked his door but maybe the eagerness to fuck you made it slip his mind and Denji walks in to ask what’s for dinner seeing Aki’s whole backside naked and a pair of legs over his shoulders. Denji damn near vomits but can’t stop laughing about it later and making fun of Aki but is secretly jealous.

Power was being a little shit and kept banging on his door to let her in so she could borrow his shirt because her favorite one was currently in the washer. Aki yells at her that he’s busy and tries to bring his focus back to you. But then she uses her blood weapons to bust open his door and instantly screams, talking about how humans are so vile. Aki scrambles to cover the both of you and to slam his door shut, yelling at Power for not only barging in but for breaking his damn door.

One time he tried having shower sex with you to decrease the chance of his feral roommates barging in but then he was “taking too long” in the shower it got cut short. His roommates banging on the door as if their lives depended on it and shouting at the top of their lungs for the both of you to get out.

Oh, and let’s not forget about dick size. I can see Aki being about 6 inches with a nice 4 inch girth. More on the average side but still just a tad bigger. It curves up slightly and has one prominent vein running along the side. It’s overall really pretty like him. Also has nicely trimmed patch of hair at the base, sometimes it’ll grow out a little if he gets too caught up in his work to care about trimming. Tries to keep it tame as much as possible because he thinks it’ll make him look nicer for you.

#Aki can never catch a break Hayakawa #aki hayakawa x reader #aki hayakawa smut #aki hayakawa x y/n #aki hayakawa x you #aki hayakawa headcanons #csm x reader #csm x you #csm x y/n #csm fanfic