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౨ৎ ˖ ࣪⊹ BLAME IT ON THE BLACK STAR — hayakawa aki

summary . . . maybe aki’s in the wrong for all the mixed signals he sends you, but it’s your fault for always picking up the phone.

contents . . . f!reader, angst, complicated relationships, smoking, miscommunication, cunnilingus, unprotected sex, ambiguous ending, hurt/comfort i suppose — 5.6k

notes . . . this is my first time writing for aki so pls be nice i’m nervous hdjwjwk <33 i’m not all the way caught up w csm so it might be inaccurate idk

Aki calls you, sometimes, when he’s feeling lonely. You figure, by now, he must have your number memorized, with how frequently your phone ends up ringing.

Of course, you always pick up, knowing you shouldn’t, knowing it’ll just end up hurting. But you can’t help yourself, really. You’re incredibly weak for a man that you know will never commit his life to you. You learned that lesson a long time ago.

Still, you’re a fool who refuses to move on.

Instead, you stand, shivering in the cold in front of Aki’s door, waiting for him to answer it. The lights are off in the apartment — you have no idea where his new roommates are for the evening, but they clearly aren’t there. Aki wouldn’t have called you otherwise; you’re certain he doesn’t want anyone to know about the two of you, save for those that have known since the beginning.

Heavy footsteps pad across the floor, and then the lamp in the hallway flicks on, illuminating the threshold in a beam of yellow. The door unlatches, opening just a crack, as his blue eyes drift down to trail over you.

“You got here faster than I thought.”

“I’m freezing, Aki,” you say, pushing through the door. His palm falls away, rests at his sides. Its only eight o’clock, but he’s already in sweatpants, a loose sweatshirt hanging over his tall frame. Dark hair falls across his cheeks, still damp from his earlier shower.

“Sorry,” he says, shutting the door behind him. “I was in the bathroom.”

You don’t reply, and shrug your coat off instead, hanging it on the rack that is now full of jackets that don’t belong to him. But you’re barely able to get it onto the hook before Aki has a palm around your wrist, tugging you towards him, the smell of his body wash and shampoo lingering in a cloud around him.

A little welp of surprise leaves you as you spin around, nearly falling into his chest. Instead, you collide with his mouth, the heat already settling down on you as heavily as it always does when Aki is around.

He kisses you, long and hard, hungry for the taste of you, his head craned down to meet your height. For a moment, you let him. It’s sweet and familiar, all the things you’ve ever wanted.

In moments like these, you indulge in thoughts of a life where things are different. A life where Aki can greet you at the door, smile when you kiss him, instead of the pensive expression he always wears. A life where Aki doesn’t come home with new scars every few days, where he isn’t hell-bent on a goal you’re not sure he can ever achieve.

That dream of yours won’t ever become a reality, but it doesn’t stop you from savoring the taste of his mouth against your own — how much you’ve missed it, even when you shouldn’t.

When you’ve run out of air to breathe, you push him away, and Aki stands straight, blinking like he doesn’t know what he’s done wrong.

“Not even going to offer to make me dinner?” you ask, keeping him at a distance. Although you meant for it to sound playful, teasing, it comes off full of a bitter resentment. Your face is probably drawn up into a scowl, even if you can’t see it.

Aki blinks, rubbing his forearm. His lips part, then he shuts them, furrowing his eyebrows together. “You said you were cooking — over the phone, you said you’d already eaten.”

“Well, at least you remember that.”

Confusion spreads even further, tighter, stretching to every corner of his expression. Aki’s hands twitch listlessly at his side, just as his mouth does. “Are you upset with me?” he asks, and you know he’s smarter than that, that he might not be the most sensitive to others’ emotions, but he is certainly no fool when it comes to yours. “If you didn’t want to come over tonight, I wasn’t forcing you.”

A laugh almost escapes you — instead, you muster up a cool grimace. Like you aren’t going drop everything for Aki every time he says I don’t want to be alone tonight.

Really, it was laughable how tightly he had you in the palm of his hand, and you can’t fathom that he would think otherwise. You’ve always done whatever he needed; given him whatever he wanted.

“Why didn’t you tell me you were in the hospital?” you ask finally, swallowing back your annoyance as you gesture towards the bandage around his arm. It’s wrapped up tight, but the bandages are fresh, still a starched white.

His eyebrows tighten further. The air around him changes, even though his expression doesn’t. “Who told you about that?”

“Himeno.”

Aki purses his lips. “I didn’t realize you two were friends now.”

You did laugh then, shaking your head as you make your way into the living room, looking for any subtle changes in his apartment. There are new pairs of shoes that certainly don’t belong to him, a sweatshirt that looks about two sizes too small.

“I wouldn’t really say we’re friends,” you shrug, not bothering to look at him. The air in the room is somehow off-putting, and you take it in like it’s the first you’d ever seen of the place. “But how else am I supposed to find out if you’re still alive?”

You give him a sad little smile, and slowly, the irritation seeps out of his face, his shoulders slumping. He looks tired, then — far too old for a man that is still so young.

“It wasn’t that serious. I’m fine now, aren’t I?” Aki gestures to his arm, flails it wildly, as if to prove it’s still working properly. “Just a scratch.”

“It is serious. It’s serious to me,” you say, narrowing your eyes, and though his tone is warmer, he doesn’t smile at you, not like he used to. He maintains a vague air of surprise, while dampening any emotion that could cloud over his lack of understanding. It annoys you to no end, that he won’t let you see him.“I’m always worried about you, idiot. Don’t act like you don’t know how I feel about you.”

Aki blinks, then draws his lips together in a thin line, shaking his head. Although you were pointedly avoiding each other’s gazes, you could feel the tension drawing you together like a cord.

God, you missed him every time you were apart. You went to your regular job, thought all day about the man who would never love you like you loved him, wondering if he was okay, if he’d pick up the phone and call you again next week. Or if, one day, it would be Himeno instead, telling you that you’d never see him again — or, god forbid, Makima, with her careless tone of authority. That thought alone haunts you even with your eyes open.

But for now, it’s still Aki who calls you, and every time, you are overwhelming relieved to hear the sound of his voice again. Heavy tears always drop down your cheeks as you dig the phone into your ear, wishing that it was his mouth there instead, and wishing that those pretty blue eyes still looked at you with the same sort of softness they once had.

“I told you…” Aki begins sharply, but then he trails off, finally meeting your gaze. His features pinch once more, melodramatic, as he scans the sadness that you could never hide in your expression. “Damn it.” Car lights flash over his face through the window as someone drives past the apartment complex. The darkness of the room becomes even more evident when they disappear.

“I know,” you say, resigned, as you watch him scrub his hands over his face, and inhale heavily. It’s hard for you to keep your emotions from getting the best of you. “You’ve reminded me — many times. I know this doesn’t mean we’re back together. I know, Aki.”

His jaw parts, lips faltering at the beginning of a phrase. Despite his tall frame, he falters, looking so small, as sadness filters into the eyes that shine a deep navy in the shade of the evening. Beside him his fingers twitch, curling up into his palm, before he takes two long strides towards you.

The mere second it takes him to get there passes without your memory, and your back hits the door to his bedroom, softly, as he looms over you, fingers brushing your cheeks.

A thousand times you’ve been in this position, and it’s so familiar that your hand reaches up instinctively, splaying across his chest. Aki’s breaths leave him, deeply, expanding through his lungs before he exhales them across your cheekbones, oxygen splitting at the bridge of your nose. “What’s wrong?” you ask quietly, blinking up at him from under your lashes.

“That’s not what I meant.” His voice comes out on a hoarse whisper.

“Hm?” You dig your fingers into his sweatshirt, the material thick and warm. “What did you mean?”

Tenderly, his thumb brushes across the hollows of your cheek, the sharp bone that juts out. Aki’s fingertips are so rough and calloused, but that familiarity brings a sob out of you, your hands springing up to grab his wrists. “That I’m not fooling anyone,” Aki says, swallowing, eyes roaming all over your face. “That I can’t stay away from you, no matter how hard I try.”

Your lips part, but your breath is stolen away by another kiss, blanketing your mouth, warm and with an emotion that you’re certain you can taste. It takes you less than a moment for you to close your eyes, to relax into him as always, melt into his familiarity. The taste of the cigarettes he smokes lingers on his tongue, seeping deep into your own lungs.

As he bumps his nose with your own, you reach up, run your fingers through his hair, untangling all the knots that have accumulated since his shower. At the same time, Aki palms at the door behind you, not bothering to look up as he fumbles for the door handle, slipping it open.

Aki always kisses you like it’s the last time he’ll ever do it, struggling to unglue you from himself. He kisses you like he knows he’s going to leave again, and it might be for the very last time.

It’s a sickening emotion to live with, but you’ve accepted it all the same.

You ignore the feelings that never leave you alone when you’re with Aki, and stumble backwards into the room, feet catching under you. Although you nearly fall, Aki catches you, arms heavy around your waist, large palm spreading across your lower back.

“You’re so pretty,” he says, nearly carrying you to his bed. The two of you latch so tightly onto the other, that you will surely go tumbling down if either of you makes the wrong move. “I’ve never met anyone as pretty as you.”

“Aki,” you mumble, shaking your head. “I don’t want to hear that.”

He stumbles, and you do fall onto the bed, then, his heavy body on top of you, landing with a thud. But he’s careful to catch himself, to tuck his arms into the space beside you, as he kisses across your cheeks, down your neck, to your chest.

“Why?” he asks into your skin, voice low and rough. “You don’t think you’re pretty?” his tone is dry, sarcastic. Aki’s fingers fumble with the zipper on your jeans, slipping your pants off faster than you can inhale a fresh set of air into your lungs. “Want me to prove it to you?”

Despite your lingering resentment, you crack a smile, shift your hips so he can pull your bottoms off completely. “Aren’t you afraid you’ll fall in love with me again?” you say off-handedly, running your hands along the edge of his shirt, before slipping cold fingers under it. His skin is hot there, abdomen soft, muscle just as lean as it was last week, but stronger than when you’d first met him.

Aki’s eyes soften. “Why would I be afraid of a thing like that?”

You don’t like the double meaning in his words, and you don’t want to read into it. Instead, you pull Aki back down to your mouth, hoping he’ll take and take from you, even though he’s always one to give. The one who calls you, who needs to be inside of you, but won’t worry about himself until you’ve come apart at least once.

“Feels like it’s been a while since I’ve seen you,” he says, pushing your thighs further apart, muttering the words against your lips. His fingers graze the outside of your panties, as you slowly begin to wet them with desire that burns hot in your stomach. “I missed you.”

You feel his smile curl as he kisses across your chest, around your collarbones, and you sit up far enough to slide your shirt off. Aki does the same — there are fresh scars on his body, healing wounds. You can’t look at them for too long, before grief rises up in you, mourning a man that is not yet dead.

“Whose fault is that?” you ask bitterly, pushing the top of his head to sink him to your thighs. Instead, he takes his time pressing his mouth around your belly, swirling his tongue just past your hips.

A sigh leaves you, and you sink deeper into the mattress, eyes blinking closed. He’s so slow, so deliberate with every movement, like he’s been waiting all of this time just to lose himself in you. Ridiculous, really, considering that he could have you at anytime, and he knows it.

You’d hate him for it, for stringing you along like this, but that would be hypocritical, really. You’re the fool that continues to play the game.

Aki ignores your passing comment, squeezing your thighs as his face drifts down your body. His hair brushes against your bare skin, still a bit damp, but so soft, the scent of his soap so familiar you could pick out the shampoo with your eyes closed.

“Want my fingers or my mouth first?” Aki whispers into the inside of your thigh, kissing the delicate skin there as he looks up at you from under thick, black lashes. They flutter over his cheekbones, the hollows of his eyes, and he’s so pretty… it’s no wonder you’re so far gone for him. “Since you’re in such a mood tonight, I’ll let you choose.”

There’s a tiny smirk on his face, and even though you’re about to answer, Aki takes it upon himself to kiss your cunt through your panties, the fabric sticking to your skin.

“A-aki,” you stutter, caught off-guard, fingers lacing through his hair, nails scratching against his scalp. “You didn’t give me a chance to answer.”

He drags his tongue up your clothed cunt, wetting it even further, so you can’t tell if you’re soaked from his spit or your own arousal. “I picked instead. Like the way you moan when my mouth’s on you,” he says off-handedly, and heat rushes to your cheeks as you stare at the ceiling, still so shy when it comes to his dirty mouth. “No one’s here,” Aki continues, words vibrating against the bone, puffs of air drifting around your sensitive area. “Want you to be loud.”

A tiny laugh escapes you, but it is quickly stolen by a whimper as he sucks your clit into his mouth through the cotton of your underwear, an old pair that was anything but sexy. Although, you’ve known Aki for so long, been with him for so long, there’s never any reason to try and impress him.

“Feels good,” you say, closing your eyes as you rest on the pillow. Aki pushes his tongue against your hole, teasing. His fingers dig deeper into the flesh of your thighs, keeping them from locking around his head as you search for more friction. Your chest rises and falls with the heat of your breathing, but Aki doesn’t let you rub yourself against his tongue, doesn’t let you move much, really. “Aki,” you whine, and though there are times when he doesn’t let you get your way, this isn’t one of them.

“So impatient,” he says cheekily, but he slips your panties to the side, your cunt vulnerable to the frigid winter air. You shiver, and he sinks his tongue into you completely, the heat of it warming you as he swirls it inside, spreading you further open with his fingers.

Your body grows hot all over when Aki thrusts his tongue in and out of your aching walls, your juices seeping onto his tongue. He moves slowly, savoring every moment that you’re in his bed, even as you try to arch into him, speed him up so that you can orgasm faster. He’s right: you are impatient, because it’s been days since you’ve last felt him inside of you, and nothing feels as good as Aki’s thick fingers and cock.

His nose bumps your clit as he drags his tongue in a thick stripe up your cunt. A moan leaves you, and without thinking, you jerk your hips up, forcing them towards his face. The sound from your chest is so lewd, and you’ll feel shy about how loud you were later, but all you can think about is his mouth on you.

Aki smiles, kisses the inside of your thigh. When he lifts his head, the ache inside you burns deeper, the sight of him with saliva and fluid dripping down his chin almost too much for you to handle. “Taste so good,” he hums, massaging the skin around your knees, hoisting your calves up over his shoulder blades. “Think you can cum from just my tongue, baby? You’re so pent up, I don’t think you can last much longer.”

You whimper, pressing your heels into his back as Aki’s tongue resumes lapping up your cunt, long and hot, massaging the most sensitive spots inside of you. You can tell he’s hard, aching as he shifts his hips awkwardly, trying not to press them in the bed.

Aki picks up his speed, head bobbing slightly as the heat insides of you builds; normally, you would’ve lasted longer, but you can’t remember the last time you’ve even touched yourself, and your most recent orgasm must have been with Aki.

You don’t tell him when you’re close, but he already knows, sucking harder on your clit as you finally come, body jerking into him, walls spasming. Your eyes squeeze shut, and his name leaves your lips much quieter than he would’ve liked.

“You’re so fucking hot,” Aki says, tugging off his sweatpants, the only layer between you and his cock. His dark hair is slightly mussed from your fingers, the way you’d pulled at him, tried to guide him where you wanted him, even if he already knew. “So easy for you to get me hard, you know that?” His cock is leaking at the tip, desperate for release, and you haven’t even touched him yet. “Just the thought of you spread out like this is enough.”

A desperate whine leaves you, and you reach behind, unclasping the straps of your bra, the last remaining garment between you and Aki. He grins at that, his canines so sharp, teeth a little crooked, but the prettiest smile you’d ever seen because you see it so rarely.

“Gonna play with those pretty tits while I fuck you, baby?”

“Fuck, Aki, please,” you groan, reaching for him, pulling his mouth to your own. You kiss him hard, hoping that he knows you love him, and hoping that he feels guilty about that fact. “Want you inside me. God, I need you so bad.”

He presses his forehead to your own, lining his cock up with your entrance, the head prodding at your gaping walls. You get so sensitive, even from just one orgasm, that you wince a little bit. But the uncomfortable feeling eases as he presses into you, kisses you sweetly.

“Fuck, fuck,” Aki groans, biting down hard on your shoulder. “God, you’re so wet, so warm. You feel so good around my cock, baby. Such a pretty girl for me.”

Your nails dig into his back as he slides, slowly, out of you, before he thrusts back in, still not rough enough for your liking. Aki’s hair falls around his face, his mouth parting just a bit, focus dilating his irises. His biceps flex as he holds himself off the bed, snapping his hips into your aching cunt.

“H-harder,” you mumble, trying not to shout, to moan too loudly into the open air of the evening. Aki’s walls are far too thin, and his neighbors know who you are. The last thing you want is for them to see you as Aki’s fuck-buddy that moans like a bitch in heat. “Please, sweetheart.”

Aki groans, a deep sound that reverberates all the way from his chest down to his stomach. The affectionate name twists something up in him, and Aki thrusts his hips faster, kisses your forehead, your cheeks, any part of your skin that he can get his mouth on. His hair tickles your jaw, nose nudging against your face as he mumbles into your skin, “so needy, aren’t you? I want to take my time with you, and you just want to get off.”

“Can’t help it, Aki,” you say, squeezing your eyes shut tight as you buck your hips upward. “God, you feel so good, I lo—”

You stop the words from leaving your mouth, but Aki already knows. He’s known it for a while now, and you should be embarrassed by the fact that you can’t let him go.

Wide blue eyes stare back at you, full of something you can’t define, but still so soft as he pulls away. He draws you closer, slides your legs around his hips before pinning your own to the bed with large, heavy palms. Aki’s built with all lean muscle, and he’s so tall — so much taller than you that it’s easy to forget because he treats you so gently. Still, he blankets your body, makes you feel small in the nicest way.

Because you know that even though he can never commit his love to you, he’d never let anything — human or devil — lay a finger on you. You love him, you love him, you love him.

Aki follows your wishes, sinks faster inside of you as you exhale heavily. Your nails dig into his back so tightly that you start to worry you’ll break the skin. But Aki loses himself in the feeling of you, panting into your chest as he moves his hips.

“F-fuck,” he mutters, eyes fluttering shut. “I’m not going to last long inside you like this. Maybe I should slow down—”

“No, no, I’m close,” you stumble over your words, meeting Aki’s intense eyes, a thousand emotions relayed in them as he blinks at you. “It’s okay.”

“God,” he mutters, whispers the word between you, even though you’re certain he hasn’t believed in him for a while, and you’re not sure you do either. “I don’t deserve you.”

You wonder if Aki meant to say that at all, so you let it go, let the words exist between you as if they were never there at all.

His palm guides it’s way across your stomach, the touch featherlight, before he reaches for your breast, thumb flicking across your nipple. The nail catches, and you moan, almost there once more. Aki’s cock hitting all the right places, so much better than your own fingers.

“Aki,” you say his name over and over, your mind going numb from thinking about him.

“I know,” Aki mutters against your lips, hot air ghosting across them on his exhale. “You’re okay. Let go for me, baby. Did so good for me, want you to cum on my cock.”

His voice, so deep and rough in your ears, sends you over the edge, and a sound forces its way up your throat as you clench down on him, your cunt spasming from your orgasm. It hits you harder than you’d been anticipating, legs squeezing around Aki’s hips as you dig your toes into the mattress.

“There we go,” Aki wipes your hair away from your face, kissing your temples, so gently that you think you might cry. It’s not fair for him to be so sweet, so loving when you know he’s going to kick you out of his apartment before the night is over. “My pretty girl. Shit,” Aki mumbles, cursing lowly before pulling out of you, quick, and spilling into his palm. It takes him less than a stroke down the length of his cock, the thick cum spurting out, falling onto your hips, beside you on the mattress.

It’s not your mess to clean, though, and you can’t bring yourself to care. Breathing heavily, you watch Aki fumble for something on his nightstand, before he gives up, wiping his wet hand on the already soiled bedsheets. Then, he collapses down onto his side, staring, watching your chest rise and fall.

“Aki,” you say, turning away from his eyes to stare at the ceiling, the cracked plaster, stained from water leaks. “I can’t do this anymore.”

Silence falls across the room, and you can’t bear to look at him, refusing to see the indifference on his face. There’s nothing, he says nothing, before sitting back up, shuffling through the nightstand once more.

The beams of streetlights sway against his silhouette, encased in a beautiful swirl of purple and navy hues. His hair seems an even darker curtain, coiling around his jaw as he hides from you, hides the emotion that was less than evident on his face.

You sigh, and flip back on your side.

Aki takes a few drags of the cigarette, puffing them into the stale air. It reeks, probably, in the tiny bedroom, but all you can smell is the tangy scent of Aki’s soap, the lavender that lingers on his skin, the cleanness of the linens that have been recently washed. This apartment, sometimes, feels more like home than your lonely one does, even though being with Aki is almost like being on your own, sometimes.

“Those things are going to kill you,” you say under your breath, still fascinated by the way the smoke draws deep into his lungs, puffs out in a cloud, relaxes him easily. His veiny palms flex, long, slender fingers holding the cigarette between them.

Aki doesn’t laugh, but it’s close to one, a snort almost, as he breathes again. “Not like I’ll be alive much longer, anyway.”

“You sound like Himeno.”

“Do I?”

You sniff, and scoot up against the wall, sitting beside him. Despite your argument, you take the cigarette from him, smoke it yourself, and place your lips around the exact place where Aki’s had been. He watches with the same rapt fascination, blinking slowly, before staring at the ceiling as you had before.

It’s Himeno he should be with now, really. Another Devil Hunter. A woman he can fuck without getting his feelings all mixed up, someone who probably understands him better than you do. He’s never loved her like he loved you, and she wouldn’t take offense to it either, you think.

But it’s you he calls instead. It’s you who is too weak to leave.

“I’m sorry,” Aki whispers.

“So am I.”

You reach across him, press the cigarette into the ashtray and drop what’s left of it amongst the other ends. Aki’s fingertips dance along your spine as you do so, and you wish he wouldn’t touch you, wish he’d just kick you out of the bed, toss you out of the apartment, spit at you like you weren’t anything but a whore.

Instead, he kisses your shoulder, draws you in close, curls his tall frame around your body, and drags you back down into the bed.

It hurts more than you want to admit, because this is what you want. You’d truly go the rest of your life, never have sex with him again, if he’d always hold you like you meant something to him.

“I need to go home,” you say, remembering that you still haven’t eaten dinner, that you’d left your things in disarray, your clothes unfolded on your bed. There was never a reason to before, because with Aki, you’d always go home, just before the last train. You’d be tucked into your bed that same evening after a nice shower. “Aki…”

“Stay.” He kisses your collarbone and shoulder again, throws his thigh over your own, and traps you against his body. “Please stay. You can wear that T-shirt of mine you like so much. I’ll make you breakfast. You can meet Power and Denji, and then I’ll take you home tomorrow morning.”

You swallow, damning your weak-willed heart for succumbing so easily. Fingers curl around his wrists as you bask in his embrace, how warm he is, despite normally running so cold. “Aki,” you whisper again, tears welling along your eyelashes. “You can’t do this to me. Please don’t do this to me.”

“Do what?” His voice is just as quiet as your own, and he’s still kissing you, holding you like you’re something precious. But he is surely not that stupid about your feelings, to how he has been tearing you apart for the past year, even though you let him.

You sniff, trying not to cry, never wanting to embarrass yourself, even if you have sobbed in his arms on numerous occasions. “You must know that I love you. I’ll never stop loving you. Even if I marry someone after you die, I’m certain your name will still be etched into the chains on my heart. I’m just a stupid, dumb girl.”

He says nothing, and you do cry, then, tears streaming down your face as you twist away, stare out the curtained window, the thin fabric fluttering from the heat that kicks on.

“Please don’t call me anymore. Just let me hurt for awhile, so I can get over you. You’re so selfish, so selfish, why can’t I just move on?” You bury your face in your hands, wipe your tears, try to fight against him as he pulls you into his strong chest, kisses the top of your head. Still, even then, even when you want to hate him, you’re putty in his heads, melting and craving the place in his arms that feels like home.

“I can’t let you go,” Aki says, wiping your tears. “Fuck, I can’t — I need you. Do you understand? I need you, and I know I’m a selfish piece of shit, but I don’t want you to move on.” He frowns, clenching his jaw, twisting his expression up. “I’ll be better.”

“Aki—”

“I’ll love you like you need, honey. I thought,” Aki scrubs his palm over his face, the other still stroking across your back. “I thought it’d make it easier, all this distance between us, to let you go. I can’t put you in danger, but I can’t stop loving you either.”

You inhale sharply, leaning your head against his chest, listening to his heartbeat, committing the harmony to your memory. Who knows how much longer it will be in there, how much longer Aki will allow it to exist before he destroys himself completely.

“Aki, you’ll never love me like I need, because you’ll always put your work first,” you say, squeezing your eyes shut. “I realized that a long time ago.”

He shifts, pushing you away so you could look each other in the eye, the astounding resoluteness in his irises. How serious he was about trying to be someone he was not. “I can try.”

You sob.

And you wish you could just say no; say no and walk away, forget his name, never answer the phone again, never call Himeno to check up and make sure he’s still breathing.

But you can’t — it’ll never be that easy.

Pushing him away, you rest your head back on the pillow, trying to make yourself comfortable as you turn your back to him. Perhaps, the morning will give you clarity. You’ll stay, but you’re not sure for how long.

“I’m tired.”

Aki curls against you, rests his arm around your hip, kisses your neck, cheek, temple. “Okay,” he relents, holding you close, chest pressed against your spine. “I meant what I said about breakfast. Maybe we can talk about it then?”

You want to say no, but you won’t. He’ll kiss you in the morning, and you’ll kiss him back. Settle on your knees and give him a blowjob while he’s still groggy, before slipping on his T-shirt, chattering off his ear as he makes you breakfast. You’ll probably even curl your arms around his stomach from behind, stand on you tiptoes to reach the space between his shoulder blades.

Power and Denji will come home at some point, and probably say something rude, as Aki says they do to everyone. Then you’ll go home, and you’ll still be in love with him, and Aki will forget the conversation even happened, because he’ll say anything to get you to stay.

Or, maybe, he’s being honest. Maybe he will love you like you want him to.

Less than likely.

“Okay, Aki,” you agree, too tired to argue or acknowledge the emptiness in your stomach. “We’ll talk about it in then.”

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angelltheninth · 10 months

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The Beauty of Experience

Pairing: Denji x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, virginity loss (for Denji), nipple sucking, dick riding, virgin!Denji, experianced!Reader, sub!Denji, soft dom!Reader

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The first time you saw a text from Denji saying ‘Wanna watch a movie tonight?’ you thought nothing of it. After an especially long day of work, you and Denji finally arrive home, feeling tired but looking forward to spending the evening together. By this point, you practically lived with him, going to his house after every workday. It was a good thing that he decided to get his own apartment after a few months of dating you, expecting to get lucky and not wanting it to be interrupted by Aki or Power.

He gently took your hand, intertwining your fingers with his. It's a small gesture, but it spoke volumes about his desire to be here with you. As you and Denji walked into his living room, he guided you towards the couch, encouraging you to sit down and relax while he picked the movie.

You wanted to take a seat next to him but instead found yourself pulled into his lap, his sharp toothy smile greeting your gasp, “More comfy this way.” He loved cuddling with you at every opportunity, and this position meant that he could kiss you easier, that you could straddle him half way into the movie after way too many of those kisses had distracted you from it.

Denji was touchy, always, but tonight he seemed to be particularly so, if a tiny bit more hesitant at the beginning when you’d glance back at him.

You got more comfortable, pressing against him, turning your body so you were chest to chest, your hand in his lap. You glance up at him as your fingers curled against his thigh. The heat and the muscle tensed, but other than that he didn’t bat an eye. He focused all his energy in trying to remain as calm as possible.

You started drawing a circle on his leg, moving it up slowly, your fingertips curling at the seam of his jeans and following it up his shirt. And up. And up. His breath hitched when you got too close for comfort and smirked, your thumb now brushing over his hardening cock.

Denji jumped and reached down, stopping your hand, looking down at you, “What are you doing?” he asked. His voice wasn’t one of annoyance or anger, but fear, and of the lust he was trying to keep to himself.

“What do you mean?” You pulled away from him, completely at a loss as to how he could have not known what you was doing. “I thought that was obvious.”

“Y-Yeah but... I’ve... you know I’ve never...” His deep blush covered him from the top of his head and vanished below his shirt. “I don’t wanna mess it up. Finish too fast or... hurt you.” Denji was as perverted as they come, but also as insecure as they come. Eager for sure when the action got going but this was a little different.

“I understand that you’re nervous but you don’t have to be.” You said against him as you leaned in and kissed his cheek, then trailed down his jawline, nipping gently by the time you hit the angle of his jaw. He let out a ragged breath as his hands went to your hips as you dragged your tongue down his neck, causing him to tilt his head back, swallowing thickly. “I don’t care which one of us has more experience, I want to share this one with you.”

You cupped him through his, fingers curling around him and rubbing up and down, causing him to groan and whimper. Denji shifted his hips upwards into your palm, trying to get some more friction, but you moved your hand in an instant and buried in his hair as you kissed him deeply. He groaned as he tilted his head to the side, his hand cupping your cheeks, his other arm on your waist as you unzipped him and fished out his hard cock.

He went the other direction, his free hand tugging your shirt down until your tits spilled from your bra. “Fuck. You have the prettiest tits in the world, you know that babe. Can’t even fit one in my hand.” He paused at kneading one and sucking at the other before he would switch and continue to lavish you with attention you deserved.

You reached down, took Denji’s cock in your hand and lined it up, pulling away the moment he thrust upwards. “Uh, uh.” You scolded and shook your head. “Don’t move….that’s an order.” You said as you lifted an eyebrow at him.

He furrowed his brows but smiled a little as he nodded to confirm what you told him. He sighed a little as he tried to make himself relax, but he was humming, every inch of him buzzing because of your pussy hovering over his cock. “I like the panties you chose for tonight.”

“I’m glad cause you get to keep them after this.” And use them. That went unspoken but Denji’s cock sure got the memo.

For now you didn’t have the patience to pull them off and neither did Denji. You shifted your weight on top of him, one of his hands still balancing you as you stroked a few times before you settled back onto him, taking all of him into your pussy.

“Ah. Are all of them... this tight and warm?” Denji could barely get the words out from how much he shook with pleasure, willing himself not to come. Fuck, this was good, so fucking good, so much better then his hand.

“All of them? You only have my pussy to worry about. Understood?” He nodded dumbly, a lazy smirk settling over his face as you established a pace, up and down his cock, dripping down his balls. “Hold my panties like this.” He did, the hand on your tit moving to do the task he was ordered, “Good boy, Denji, your cock fills me up so well. I’ll be sure to make up for all the times... ah... that you had to use your hand.”

That was the promise that made him blow his hot load all over your belly, seeing as he was not keen on becoming a dad on the same day he lost his virginity, “Fuck... made a real mess of you babe.” He wasn’t sorry at all, his cocky smirk pressed against your tits as he kissed them over and over in faux apology.

“I like when you make a mess.” You confessed hot against his ear, “And I like doing the same.” Questions began to take over Denji’s brain before you commanded, “Keep your thumb on my clit, okay handsome?” He nodded dumbly as you pinned his cock between his abs and you pussy, spreading your juices over it as you rolled your hips, chasing your own orgasm until your body snapped and feel forward onto him, “Good boy, Denji.”

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nejiverse · 1 year

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JUST ANOTHER DAY

[Hayakawa family series]

Just your average day in the Hayakawa household. Pregnant fem! Reader

cw: none i can think of, aki denji and power literally hurling insults at each other 😆

700ish words

It was way too damn quiet for Aki.

Usually when he got back, Power and Denji were doing some crazy shit like jumping from the couch onto the ceiling or chasing each other with knives....but not today.

It was such a weird feeling that he couldn't help but think of the worst case scenario.

He took in a deep breath, preparing himself to lose the little sanity he had left.

But what he saw was the complete opposite.

Y/n sat on the floor crossed legged while Power and Denji painted little drawings onto her baby bump.

"You're taking up all the space idiot!", Power complained to Denji who left barely any space on Y/n's stomach for her to paint.

"Yeah well first come first serve", he spat his tongue out at her, causing her to grit her teeth.

Y/n noticed Aki's presence and smiled up at him.

"Welcome back love", she greeted while Aki returned her gleeful smile, placing a chaste kiss on her lips. He gets so happy when he sees her that it made Denji chuckle. Y/n was his weakness.

"Why are you laughing", Aki grimaced.

"Nothing at all", Denji shrugged his shoulders with a smirk.

Aki rolled his eyes, picking up the paint to make sure it was the right type of body paint that wasn’t harmful to the skin or anything. Y/n could be careless at times. "It better be nothing. I feed you".

The two boys had a glaring contest amongst themselves before Y/n finally interrupted them.

"Can I see now?", she asked as Power and Denji scooched back.

Power crossed her arms over her chest with a proud look on her face, albeit her painting being indecipherable.

"It's Meowy!", she exclaimed.

Y/n clapped her hands with a smile.

"It's lovely!".

Aki and Denji could only sweatdrop at the two women fawning over a white patch of paint.

"Hey sorry to break it to ya two but that's just a white blob", Denji revealed.

"Oh yeah? Then what did you paint smartass?", Power huffed.

Denji jumped up as if he'd been waiting for this moment his whole life.

"It's Aki with Pochita's body", he snickered.

When Y/n was around, the boy could get away with literally anything, she was like his shield from Aki.

"You ungrateful brat—", before Aki could get his hands on Denji, Y/n furrowed her brows at him followed by a warning look.

"Hey be nice, I for one think it's cute", Y/n voiced.

The man merely slumped his shoulders with a loud sigh, poor guy was getting bullied in his own home.

“I’ll be nice once they both start paying the bills..”, he muttered to himself.

Both Power and Denji stood up from the floor, the latter stretching his arms out.

"I'm hungry, make food", Power demanded. She then remembered what Y/n told her about when asking for something. "...please", she spoke in a low voice.

"Can I actually try cooking dinner for once", Denji asked. It seemed fun even though he may not be good at it.

Correction, not good at it at all.

"Not a chance", they all responded back in unison.

Damn 😓

Denji went to sulk in the corner while Aki went off to do what he did best.

"....I can't believe you'd leave the woman carrying your child to get up herself", Y/n placed a hand on her heart as if she'd just been shot.

Aki internally scolded himself for forgetting that it was hard for her to get up by herself these days, he quickly made it to her side and helped her up.

"Im sorry", he enveloped her in a hug and plastered kisses all over her face, earning a giggle from her and and bunch of 'ews' from Denji and Power.

“You’re gross!”, Power spoke.

An irk mark formed on Aki’s forehead. “You’re one to be talking about what’s gross or not when you don’t flush the damn toilet—”.

Aki 1 - Power 0

Masterlist :)

A/N: please don’t leave spoilers cause I’m an anime only for now, when I actually have time i’ll read the manga😭😭

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blueparadis · 2 years

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❝ IN THE MOMENT ❞ + (aki, denji, yoshida, angel devil, kishibe )

+. CWs — female anatomy, she /her pronouns, cum play, corruption kink, voyeurism, unprotected, oral acts, sex toys, s/d dynamics, bdsm themes.

+. synopsis — where they would like to cum? Would they cum inside you if given a chance to hit it raw or strictly prefer orals?

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Aki insists on wearing a condom. However,He has thought many times how your gummy walls would feel around his cock. He has been jacking off quite frequently wrapping his fingers tightly around his cock, imagining it to be your raw cunt hugging his aching cock. But when you told him you ran out of condoms he couldn't just let the chance slip rather he took it saying that he'll pull out in time. And that is how he ended up having your legs over his shoulder as he fucks you. He has been jamming into your whole for a while and he can't seem to get enough of this view: you grabbing tits as he pounds into you. Aki can't think straight, and neither can you but when you convey to pull it out, he suddenly remembers. And he listens to you, how could he not? especially when you haven't been other whiney bitches who didn't let him do it raw. “Yes...yeesh ...ohhh fucckk. baby..”, he groans as he shoots his cum all over your belly and a little bit over your pussy lips. You rub yourself while he watches his hole clench. Aki thinks he could try this another time but he is coming back to have a nice fuck.

Denji might be desperate for sex but he is not willing to give up the feeling of your hands around his cock or your warm mouth sheathing his cock. He prefers the former since he can touch your boobs if you let him, otherwise, he will happily gawk at your naked boobs, and watch your nipples grow hard and wide. But with you pumping his cock, spitting on his tip to make it faster than usual makes him recoil in pleasure. An echo of groans fills the room as you quicken the pace. “Can I cum? uh....nigh...can I cum now?”, he eagerly asks. He might not be near his orgasm but the thought of you kissing him while giving him a hand job makes him do anything for you, be a good boy to you. It's so easy to make him cum at times like these especially when he asks for quickies so bashfully. You kiss his dry lips depriving him of the air to breathe as you keep stroking his cock. He groans as you pinch his nipples slowing down your strokes and at such an abrupt stimulation he cums, white slimy fluid coating all over your palm. “Waah! I came.”, he coos excitedly. And he'll let you go for another shot if you don't need to get back to work right away.

Yoshida loved teasing you, eating you out mercilessly until you begged him to stop. Sometimes he would tie your hands so that he could jerk off with one hand while eating you out. He is not always up for sex, he tends to find orals far more exhilarating than some normal vanilla sex. Putting a vibrator inside your pussy while he sucks your boobs, or watching you fuck yourself on a dildo was just the tip of the iceberg to him. But when you crawled in between his legs with a vibrator clipped over your vagina, he wanted to kiss you and tell you how obedient and praise you for being a fast learner. The view of his cum smothering your face is so thrilling but how can he not cum inside your mouth when you had been sucking him off while he was playing with the intensity of the vibrator, that is, how long you would last? would you last longer than him? You would occasionally pull away from sucking him off since the heat pooling in between in legs needed to be aided immediately. You wanted to touch yourself but that would be his win even though that might make him cum sooner than expected. But when you notice him grabbing the sheets, keeping the controller away you could taste the victory in your mouth. You wanted to win sure, but you wanted to feel him envious about it. Taking his aroused cock pushing it further, the tip hitting the back of your throat you felt it hard to breathe. Loads of thick, murky fluid oozed out of his cock down to your throat. Finally, you look up to him, with doe eyes as he says "you just keep getting better and better"

Angel devil never thought he would be able to have this, have a taste of heaven as you would agree to let him fuck you raw. With his hands under your inner thighs, having your arms curled around his nape he can barely fuck you properly. But that has been helpful because he has craved to be cockwarmed by you. His wings occasionally flap while he moves to and fro slowly feeling your cream smothering his cock. “You’ll pull out right?”, you ask him as he quickens his pace. At first, he tries to shut you up with a kiss but when you push him away he coyly drawls, “do you want that?” You wince as you feel a harsh stroke, his balls slap your cunt. You nod at him bucking your hips in the intention of not letting a drop spill outside. The moment he cums, his ivory wings spread open, his head was thrown back and his eyes are squeezed shut. It was almost reflexive. He was confused when he noticed his wings wide open in the air. Now, who wouldn't like to see that lovely sight once more?

Kishibe in his early forties finds it hard to keep his lust at bay and it seems to dissolve every time he sees you in that cute pink outfit he bought for you. He just wants to have you sprawled out underneath him plugging his cum into your tummy. But he can't do that, at least for now. When he will have you convinced to take pills and then he will waste no time ramming his cock into your sweet pussy. For now, he can go for other options like having you in between his legs, rubbing your cherry-tainted cheeks occasionally while you suck him off. He never warns before cumming but you seem to find a pattern of his orgasm. After all, it has been a while since he had you under his wing. When he lays back, thighs spreading more, hips bucking up as he shudders nearing his high, you quickly pull away letting his cum spread all over your throat and boobs. He thinks, maybe, he likes this view. Maybe, he can now fuck you raw in all positions so that you don't whine for another pink dress.

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celestialghostwrites · 5 months

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maybe you didn't even think you wanted kids in the first place and now you have one. or you already have many. it doesn't matter. all that matters is: your husband might want another. might - as though he hasn't been thinking about it for a while now. he could just come out and say it, he's usually not shy about open conversations, but where would be the fun in that? and maybe it's also true that he's feeling a bit sheepish, deep down.

very deep down.

he thinks he's sly, when he slowly moves to stand behind you in the bathroom his arms enveloping your waist as you face the mirror, your gazes meeting in the reflection. "i miss when you were pregnant," he murmurs, his voice a quiet, wistful admission.

there's a subtle arch to your brow as you regard him. the morning light filters through the window, casting a soft glow upon your figures. "that so?" your voice carries a trace of playful incredulity.

"well, maybe not the morning sickness" his hands move slowly but with intent, his lips find your shoulder. "but other things,"

he did miss having a baby around, but that's not quite what it was on his mind. his thoughts wander: your swollen frame, enlarged breasts, the way your pussy somehow became even prettier when he went down on you.

through the mirror, you can see how his gaze becomes hazy, the way he subtly licks his lips.

"oh, you're in a mood, i see." you chide playfully, tilting your head which only grants him better access to your neck.

a smile tugs at his lips, and he presses yet another soft lingering kiss to the crook of your neck, his hands venture to your stomach, idly hiking up the fabric of your nightgown. "maybe," he mumbles failing to sound noncommitted, his breath hot against your skin.

it doesn't take along. he's all soft and purposeful, his movements languid but intense, burring himself deep with every slow thrust, savoring it. "one more… please?" it's so rare to hear him plead or beg, but oh does it feel like such a treat when he does, especially when he's doing it when he's got you bent over the counter, hovering over you, one arm hooked around your waist his fingers rubbing your core as his hips move with a gentle insistence: he's in control, yet he's also the one doing the pleading in a hoarse voice like he simply can't help himself.

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arminsumi · 6 months

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Why was i stressing over a promt when you have a whole list? *facepalm*

main nsfw #9 with aki? pretty please?

CAN'T STOP CRAVING IT

↳ AKI アキ + fem!reader

#9 : he's obsessed after his first time with you

[ Note ] : oh hehe 🤤💗 hope u likeyyy so sorry this is a bit late!!

[ Warnings ] : 🔞 MINORS DO NOT READ/INTERACT : contains 18+ content, public sex, toys (panty vibe in public), car sex, creampies, daddy kink if u squint, "sl*t"

Your boyfriend tries to act so cool about it, as if he isn't basically drooling when he catches a peek of the curve of your ass under your shorts. It's a hot summer, the hottest he's ever experienced because he had you for the first time.

Let's be honest; no one's ever made him feel as good as you do. So he can't stop craving you.

You'll be humming and going about your daily chores when suddenly Aki's smooth hand cups your pussy through your shorts, and his lips latch onto your neck. He'll give you hickeys, relishing in your moans as he marks you up.

"Angel... 'need you for a sec... can you come to the bedroom?" he always asks so innocently and then it leads to an hour later—

— you have your legs spread wide, Aki's hips snuggled between them as deep as he can be. He grips your hips tight and thinks they're his lifeline. His cock is getting milked and milked and he just can't get over how it feels to be inside you, to move his hips and elicit nasty sounds from both you and your squelching hole.

Aki's not shy in the bedroom. Not at all. He rubs on your clit and coos the dirtiest things into your ear, working up a sweat.

"Cum for me again, I wanna feel it." he groans, pushing ever deeper into your velvet walls.

He's still new to your pussy, yeah, he can't really find your G-spot yet with the tip of his cock but he really tries. Because Aki's ultimate goal is to make you scream "daddy" and squirt all over him. And if you know anything about him... it's that he's determined. Especially between your thighs.

Even outside the bedroom Aki is insatiable. He buys you a panty vibe one day and practically begs you on his knees to use it in public while the two of you meet up with friends.

You're sitting opposite a friend at dinner, talking as normally as possible while trying to ignore the buzzing sensation of the toy snuggled into your clit. And Aki's on his phone next to you playing with the settings of your vibe like it's a toy. He texts you after you cum;

Aki : ur so cute when u pretend ur not cumming in front of everyone like a slut :)

You : fuck you haha

Oh my god and you know, he has to fuck you in his car :( that's one of his all-time fantasies. He thought about it on one date with you. He's a smooth operator, he has you in his backseat, bent erotically for him, taking his cock as he gives it to you how you like; hard strokes with no breaks.

"Fuck... Aki... not so hard, you're making the car rock too much. We're gonna get caught." you moan.

"Y-yeah I know... 's hard... you feel so fucking good... s-so tight from behind..." he grunts and keeps stuffing your small cunt full of himself, big lanky body arching over you making you feel even smaller than usual.

And poor obsessive Aki... he can't just cum inside you once. No, he needs to drain his balls into your cunt until there's not a drop left... I mean, his reasoning is "where else does my cum belong other than inside you, baby?" so he always leaves you with multiple, gooey loads dripping down your slit. Sticky and thick. You and him quickly give up on buying condoms, because the feeling of getting filled up with his cum is too good to deny.

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lemonlover1110 · 1 year

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𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐔𝐏𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐃𝐎𝐖𝐍𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐀𝐆𝐄

Aki Hayakawa

Pairing: Aki Hayakawa x f!Reader

Summary: Aki and his wife make up after a minor argument.

Warnings: MDNI, Smut, Nipple Play, Oral Sex (f. Receiving), Vaginal Fingering, Vaginal Sex, Creampie, Overall Fluffy, Smoking

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Aki lights up his cigarette, his elbows resting on the balcony. He takes a long drag of his cigarette before exhaling. He inhales the fresh air outside before bringing the cigarette up to his lips again. He shuts his eyes, his free hand pinching the bridge of his nose. He has to clear his head.

At times like this he wonders why he decided to get married. He used to have a single goal in mind, and getting married would just drift him from his purpose. But he met you, and his plans changed; however, when he got home, you were enraged. You were upset because he wouldn’t pick up his phone. He couldn’t even get a word out.

He doesn’t finish his cigarette before he puts it out on the ashtray. He takes a deep breath, trying to contain his anger. He massages the temple of his head. He doesn’t hear the sliding door open, which startles him when he feels a pair of arms wrap around his waist. You kiss the back of his neck before you press your face on his back. You take in the smell of fresh laundry which doesn’t mix well with the smell of smoke.

“I’m sorry, I overreacted. I was really worried.” You say. “I should’ve kept my cool. I know you didn’t mean to ignore me.”

When you pull away, he turns around and wraps his arms around you. He kisses the top of your head. He runs his hand up and down your back before he tells you, “You should try to calm down first.”

“I know… But I was just so worried. You weren’t picking up the phone, and you came home later than usual– I have grounds to be upset. You didn’t even acknowledge how late you were.” You begin, and he wants to tell you his side, but he’ll hear you out first. “I was just thinking the worst– Without you, I’m alone. Seeing you so relaxed just upset me.”

“I didn’t realize how late I was– I’m sorry. But you can’t act like that. I was just regretting getting married because of how you were acting.” He confesses, which makes you furrow your brows. Perhaps he should’ve left that last out. “What I’m trying to say, you really upset me. You didn’t even let me explain… You wanted me to say something but you wouldn’t let me get a word in.”

“You’re right, honey. I’m sorry.”

“Plus you wouldn’t be alone– And you’re not going to be alone. I’m not leaving you any time soon. We’re going to grow old together. By the time one of us dies, we’re going to have ten great-grandchildren.” He says, a chuckle leaving his lips right after. He doesn’t believe he’ll live for that long; in fact, he doesn’t believe he’ll be around for too long. He’s not going to tell you that though, he wants you to be forever happy, at least in his eyes. He wants your worries to be just worries, he doesn’t want you to think that there’s a possibility that something bad will actually happen to him.

You smile before bringing your lips up to meet his lips in a short kiss. His hand goes to your cheek, and he caresses it before he kisses you again. He pecks your lips a couple of times before you stop him, putting your hand on his chest. You smile at him, and his eyes wander from your lips to that suggestive look in your eyes. You say, “How about we properly make up? Inside?”

He nods without a second though, and you guide him back inside and to your bedroom. You begin to get undressed and once you’re completely naked, you sit down on the bed, still holding on to his hand. You guide his hand down your body, stopping at your breasts. He squeezes your tit before his thumb and index finger begin to play with your nipple. His lips go down to meet yours, his tongue entering your mouth. His tongue wanders around your mouth before it finds your tongue. He presses his tongue against yours.

When he pulls away, a string of saliva connects your lips. He stares at your face, analyzing each feature that makes him so weak in the knees. You bite down on your lips as his fingers play with your nipple. He speaks, “You have no idea the effect you have on me.”

“Show me the effect I have on you, Aki.” You tell him and he doesn’t need to be told twice. He gets on his knees and spreads your legs apart. His mouth quickly attaches to your clit. His tongue begins to flick your clit, while his long fingers go up to gather the slick between your folds. You’re already so wet for him but–

He doesn’t deem that as good enough, so he brings his hand up to your lips, and presses his ring and middle finger on your bottom lip. You open your mouth and he shoves those fingers in. You roll your tongue around them until he pulls them out.

He enters the two fingers into your hole, his tongue still flicking your clit. Little moans come from him, assuring you that he’s enjoying this. Him eating you out wasn’t for you, it was for him. He loves the taste of you on his tongue, and he loves the little moans that leave your lips as he pleases you.

His fingers move slowly in and out of you, while his tongue moves fast. His fingers curve just right, the pads of his fingers brushing against your sweet spot repeatedly. Your hands move to run through his hair. You undo the hair tie that keeps it together, letting his hair free before your fingers do much. You unintentionally pull on his hair, but the man doesn’t mind. This isn’t the first time you do so.

“Aki-” You moan, and he begins to suck on your clit. His eyes look up to find your head thrown back as you enjoy his mouth and fingers. Your orgasm begins to approach.

His fingers hit your sweet spot, and with the mix of him sucking on your clit, it’s too much for you to handle. You get louder by the second, and the neighbors can surely hear through the thin walls. You shut your eyes as your orgasm approached.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck-” You repeat the same words over and over again as you come. Aki flicks your clit a couple more times, taking his fingers out. When he finally stops, he stands up from the floor and his lips land on yours in a short, but sweet, kiss.

He unbuttons his pants , pulling them down along with his briefs before taking his cock into his hand. He strokes it a couple of times while thinking of which position he wanted to take you. He decides he wants to see your face while you manage to take him. He lightly pushed you onto the bed so youre be laying down, before picking up your legs and placing them over his shoulders.

His tip presses against your clit before he moves his cock through your folds to coat it with your slick. He teases you before slowly entering you. He went slowly, giving you time to adjust. Once he bottoms out, he stands still.

“Please move.” You request, and your wish was his command. It always is. He begins to move slowly, taking in how good you feel wrapped around his cock. Fuck– You always do and he almost hates it because it makes trying to let go of you so much harder.

“Fuck, baby, you feel so good.” He groans. He reaches so deep in the position and it feels so fucking good for you as well. You have to shut your eyes, trying to handle the cock that fills you up so well and manages to hit every right spot.

“S’ fucking good, Aki.” You moan. Your hand travels down to play with your clit while his hips speed up. He stares at your face and examines the expression on your face. He smirks knowing that you’re such a mess for his cock. You always are.

“You like it?” He asks the obvious, and you don’t answer. You can’t answer since your mind is hazy. All you manage to do is moan in response. His eyes wander down to the hand that plays with your clit, and he removes it to replace it with his own. You can’t complain because he does it just right. He knows your body better than anyone, even yourself.

“Aki, it feels so- so great!” You practically yell. He loves the way you moan his name. It fills him up with motivation, and it causes him to fuck you with more vigor.

“Keep saying my name baby, it sounds so fucking hot.” He says and you repeat his name over and over again, no other thought being able to form in your mind but to say his name. Your brain is clouded with sex.

Your second orgasm begins to build up, and he feels as your walls tighten around him. He goes faster and faster, the sound of skin smacking fills up the room along with your moans and groans.

You see white as you reach your peak, your body spasming. Your juices coat his cock and he looks at it with a proud smirk on his face. “Messy girl.”

“Fuck-” You moan as he continued going faster and faster. You think it’s impossible, but he proves you wrong. He somehow fucks you with more energy with each moan that leaves your lips.

“My messy girl.” He adds. His thrusts soon became sloppy, the way you feel around him becoming too much for him to handle. He groans before he releases his seed into you, and he doesn’t let go until he makes sure every drop is in your cunt. When he pulls out, he gently puts your legs down before he lays down next to you.

You squirm your way to his side, not leaving any space between you, resting your head on his chest. You listen to his fast heartbeat while he wraps his arms around you. He kisses your forehead, and he thinks about how he was a fool for even having a tiny bit of remorse for getting married. He knows why he got married: He can’t imagine not having you by his side.

Even if it means that you’ll nearly kill him every day, he absolutely loves you. He’ll endure just about anything to be by your side.

“What do you think about expanding the family soon?” You ask. He gives you a small smile before his eyes go up to the ceiling. He’ll endure just about anything. Even parenthood. He at least wants to make sure to leave you with something before he–

“Yeah.” He answers. He listens to your heavy breathing, and he blurts out, “I love you.”

You’re taken a bit back, considering your husband rarely says I love you first. But you smile before replying, “I love you too, Aki.”

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seraphdreams · 6 months

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aki is a man of heavy regulation, routine even. he does things the traditional, responsible way, so imagine his surprise when you suddenly ask him to do it raw this time. you’re laid underneath him, his usually gentle gaze sending daggers into you. because, never had you said such a thing before. but if raw is what you want then you’ll be sure to get it; he couldn’t deny how you pouted and pleaded, the very thing that made him harder than a fucking rock. he loves how you wince when he slips it in, when you instantly get all cross-eyed from the delicious strokes that force heady whines from your lips. he’s gentle, but only because he’s holding back. aki’s slow strokes formulate the sweetest friction within your gummy walls, a feeling that shoots up the both of your spines. it was as though he was much more sensitive in that his cock wasn’t clad by an annoying piece of fucking rubber. with his head tilted back and deep groans almost a bit too pitchy for someone like him, he does what he’ll regret later but not now, not in this moment — shooting ropes of his hot cum within your walls, cock nestled deep into your pussy, the tip kissing your cervix as if he’s never been that deep before. oh, he’ll definitely regret giving into temptation.

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yuuuhiii · 11 days

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this goes out to my itty bitty titty committee😘

Your boyfriend was very aware of your insecurities. Especially about your breasts.

The first time you guys were getting intimate. You were doing everything in your power to not take off your shirt. Of course he stopped and talked to you about it which was how he found out you were insecure.

“They’re just too small you know? I don’t know it’s embarrassing.” You mumble, fiddling with the hem of your shirt.

So he started off small, to try and get you comfortable around him and just make you feel good about your body in general.

He’d compliment you whenever you didn’t wear bras while wearing tight shirts, urging you to go out in public like that freely because he knew how to fight.

Cuddle sessions he’d have your back flush against him and hand slithering under your shirt, gently massaging it.

You’d pout whenever he wanted to lay on your chest, telling him there was no cushion whatsoever and he’d always snap back with a,

“That’s okay. I wanna feel your heartbeat.” He wasn’t lying either, the sound of your heartbeat was always a sound that lulled him to sleep.

When you’re on top of him one night, you finally let him see them. He’s over the moon.

One, he can finally show you how much he adored your body.

Two, you trusted him with your body.

Right when your shirt comes off your hands are quick to cover them though.

“D-Don’t just stare.” You whine and he smiles, prying your hands away and gazing into your eyes.

“I love you.” He said so sweetly, even though you’ve heard it countless of times, it makes you flush and tear up.

He held the small of your back, his lips peppering small featherlight kisses along your chest. Whispering sweet nothings into your skin.

“So beautiful, my beautiful girl.”

Whines and gasps would leave you as he pulled one into his mouth. Sucking and rolling his tongue against your nub. By the end of the night you have to pry him off because he won’t stop.

You practically came alone from him just abusing your tits with his mouth. Now they were all sore and marked up. Even when you’re both falling asleep he’s still fondling them.

“Stop it, they hurt.” You pout, trying to swat his hand away.

“And you said I wouldn’t love them. I love everything about you baby.” He’d whisper in your ear, holding you closer to him.

— inumaki , yuuji , choso , yuuta , mitsuya, draken , sanzu, shinichiro , hanma , bakugo , deku , kirishima , aki , angel , armin , jean

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ghibliwatcher · 1 year

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Denji taking interest in you | Yandere Denji x reader

— I’m still reading the first few chapters so it might not be accurate LMAO

Warning — not proofread, talks about murder briefly

After turning into Chainsaw Man for the first time, he met Makima. You were also there, but he didn’t notice at first since Makima was there to catch him from falling

The first time he notices you was during the car, where you take Makima’s jacket (she had asked you to, and you agreed) and put it over his bare shoulders. He was surprised to say the least, since you had treated him so kindly and not viewed him as trash

You sat there confused while Denji was staring intensely into your eyes (you were internally freaking out)

Makima saw this as an opportunity and pulled you aside while Denji was off to save a girl from a demon

“I think he likes you.” Makima smiled once she saw your confused look.

You had thought Denji had taken a liking towards Makima since her plan was to manipulate him into being his pet, so you brushed her comment off

“Why not? I bet you two could pull it off, and you know he has something I want. Why not make it easier for me since you two are the same age?”

You know her comment wasn’t a suggestion, more like an order. Once you saw Denji coming back with the girl, you reluctantly agreed

At first, you only saw Denji as a friend as you spent more time with him; however, Denji saw this as an opportunity

He begged you to feed him the soggy ramen because he couldn’t ‘move’

“Pleaseee, I can’t really move on my own…” How could you say no to those puppy eyes?

Makima smiled again as you and Denji interact with each other

As more time went on, Denji had started acting weird

Whenever you’re around with your male coworkers, Denji would bark at them to get away from you and hold your hand

“You would never leave me, right?” Denji had asked you once. You were quite taken aback, but your feelings had started to develop more for the boy so you replied with a “never”

His heart went SOARING after that

If you and him aren’t working together, he would throw a tantrum (even if Power was his partner, he would beg someone to replace her with you)

Denji was also trying to convince himself that you two were together. That’s why he was so ‘protective’ of you

Aki had a deep concern for the lovesick boy and had tried to talk to you about it, but Denji would always be sticking by your side 24/7

Once you two officially got together, Denji became more intimate with you (hugging you from behind, murdering anyone whoever dares to look at you)

You wondered why there were less coworkers now? And where was Aki? (You had also saw specks of blood on Denji but you assumed that it was from a devil)

In short, Denji is hopelessly in love with you and would do anything for you.

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hiwofumi · 2 years

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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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sugurizz · 1 year

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𝐃𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐋 𝐇𝐔𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑-𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝟏

(SMUT/NSFW +18 - Minors DNI)

𝐅𝐞𝐚𝐭: Kishibe x f!reader

𝐒𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: As the main secretary of the tokyo public safety headquarters, you couldn't help but notice Kishibe. the strongest devil hunter of the 1st special division. and the man that soon had you crushing hard on him. 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬: age gap (Kishibe is 50+, reader is in her 20s or older), kishibe smoking and drinking, degradation (slut etc), slight violence (slapping etc) , breast sucking, Dom/sub dynamics, Master/Daddy Kink.

𝐰𝐜: 1,2k.

He’s probabely in his 50’s…

you thought to yourself as he walked through the main portals of the public safety headquarters.

You’re undeniably hardworking, reliable and good at what you do. or at least good enough to be the head secretary of tokyo‘s public safety branch. Mrs. Makima herself was the one to recommend you to the superiors and then hire you as her personal secretary the in your early years at the institution, and you started progressively earning her trust and respect since.

most of your job consisted of taking care of paperwork, archive sorting and verifying most devil hunters‘ divisions reports, so you weren’t usually in a direct contact with the divisions‘ members. But that didn’t stop you from noticing the 6“4 frame that made appearance at several occasions over the two years of you working there.

You did hear the rumors about him being a ruthless maniac, a pussy pleaser and a enchanting seducer. But he managed to hide it well under his unphased expression and dark gaze. At least to those who didn’t know him.

„is makima at the office?“

a husky, yet warm voice snapped you out of your train of thoughts, as his intimidating silhouette made its way towards you.

„good evening, Mrs Makima left the building around half an hour ago. So I believe she’s done for the day.“

„tch“ He groaned, a slight frustration translated through his gestures. „charging me with all her crappy tasks .“

„I’m sorry for the inconvenience sir.“

„Master.“

You raised your eyes towards him, a little confused at first, looking for a slight explanation. But then it hit you.

„my bad. I apologize for the incovenience. Master.“

an unspoken yet heavy tension floated around as soon as the honorific left your your lips. And you hoped that the heat in your cheeks didn’t become obvious to the sight.

„ya ought to call it a day as well. It’s getting darker outside and there isn’t much protection around the area…“ he advised, flashing a silver flask out of his dark coat.

„thank you for your concern master, but I’ll have to finish all the reports by the end of today‘s shift.“ You said as you kept sorting the documents on the wall-sized bookshelf behind you.

He took a few gulps of what you assumed to be mostly alcohol, as he seated himself on the armchair across from your office.

„you normal civilians take it as a joke. with that fragile body of yours, wouldn’t take a devil more than a minute to take ya down.“ He lighted a cigarette , eyeing the way your body moved before him.

„I myself would take you down in seconds…„ he added in an almost inaudible tone, yet it managed to reach your ears. heart bumping out of nowhere, you quickly turned your back to him, trying to calm your sudden nervousness in the few instants that he couldn’t see your face.

The way he made a mess out of you with a few words, while wearing the most stoic of expressions on his face is insane.

„come to think of it. Aki told me that he left a report for me two days ago.did he hand it to you?„

„y-yes he did. I’ll provide you with it in just a second.“ You stared at the shelves for a brief moment, trying to recall exactly where you placed it. „shit“ you scolded yourself. You placed it too high while you were trying to arrange last weeks‘ documents.

„great. now I’ll have to struggle to get it.„

Standing on your toes wasn’t exactly the most briliant idea you had. As you heard a light chuckle behind you, a few steps approached from you, before you got utterly towered over by him.

Your heart sunk. His scent is intoxicating. the mix of a strong masculine cologne with the hint of alcohol and a distinguishable cigarette odor overwhelmed your senses.

„tiny.“ He whispered as his hand effortlessely landed on the folder.

You couldn’t move for a good minute. His dark eyes darted down at you in an almost pitiful look..

„what are ya acting so flustered for?“

„nothing. it's just that ... you’re a little … intimidating. Master.“

„is that so ?“ two fingers lifted your chin. His gaze dead focused on your lips.

„I’m sorry. I-I didn’t mean it in a-„

„shut up“ he cut you off „Your screws will pop if you don’t loosen ‘em a bit…“ his grip fully caged your cheeks. „give it a break.“

His face came closer to yours. His lips felt rough yet so delicious. You couldn’t possibly deny how addictive it was to make out with him. he had you caged between his strong arms, your tongue wrapping around his in the nastiest way. his bitter aroma of alcohol and smoke suddenly melted like an elixir down your throat. you felt like passing out as he whispered right in your ear

„take yer bra off...“

Your hands shaked of pure frustration while you undid your shirt‘s buttons. he wasn't even about to wait for it, plunging his face in the heat of your neck.

„oh master..“ you called for him in a loud sigh. His warm tongue licked over your earlobe before you felt the motion of his lips.

„ call me again.“ the hoarse tone in his voice struck right through your core. you felt so vulnerable as your bare chest was on display before his eyes.

His hand flashed behind your back in a quick gesture, undoing your bra. „oh god, hngh.." the tiny whines of embarassment emmited from you „ what if someone…“

He backed off a few inches from you, a little grin gracing the scar on his cheek „ they’ll see me sucking on your breasts. I don’t mind… “ he brushed it off nonchalantely as he slowly took the garment off your chest, eyes glued on your slightly pebbled nipples, „ ... and if they do, I’ll make sure to crush their skulls.“

You looked at him with doe eyes, only for him to tackle your breasts like a hungry beast. His loud groans and sloppy licks filled the room in obscene sounds, though it was heaven to your ears.

Your hand wandered through his trimmed lower haircut, caressing his neck and shifting to stroke his slightly bearded jawline.

„you’re such a damn pervert. Master.“

You couldn’t believe what you just iterated. You probabely never said this to anyone before. But it felt so good to say it right to his face.

It didn’t cost him more than a slap to put you back into your place though. You knew he tried his best to make it as harmless as he could. So that he wouldn’t accidentally break one of your bones.

„then why would a flower-like lady as yourself agree to have an old bastard take her ass right here, right now ?“

„I like you. Kishibe.“

A brief silence weighed around. You certainly wouldn’t expect any kind of obvious reaction nor emotion from the stone cold man that he was.

„you’re nothing but a young brat. Don’t get yourself into that love stuff.“

„I’m not a brat! you’re the old geezer!“

„you watch that little mouth or else I’ll teach you how to.“ He harshly gripped your jaw, pressing his large fingers on either sides of your face. His breath fanned over your nose, sending mini shivers down your spine.

„open, slut.“

He spat right on your lolled out tongue. and you knew you had to swallow all what he gave you, judging by the way his rough hand squeezed on your poor cheeks.

„I’ll break your little heart. I may die any day…“

PART 2 - coming up.

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