#hayakawa x reader

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Aki Hayakawa

Pairing: Aki Hayakawa x f!Reader

Summary: The man who revises your paper is straight out of your sex dream. You'll let him do almost anything for him- Except smoke inside your room when he so desperately needs it. But he finds an alternative for his cigarette. And afterwards he can't stop thinking about you.

Warnings: MDNI, Alternate Universe, Smut, Vaginal Sex, Vaginal Fingering, Oral Sex (m. and f. receiving), Spitting, Public Sex, Creampie, Aki has tattoos and is hot (as always)

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“Okay… The essay is good, it just needs a few changes.” Aki says, leaning down as he reads the paper in his hand. He’s focused on helping you, and you’re focused on him. Arms and neck filled with tattoos. Both ears pierced. Hair up in a knot. You’ve never seen him around, if you had, you would’ve remembered. And now you’re wondering how you’ve never seen him before. You’re too focused on his face and not at the fact that he’s pointing at the pen in your hand. You’re brought back to reality when he clears his throat, “May I?”

“Oh, yes. Sorry.” You awkwardly chuckle, giving him your pen. He begins to circle and underline the areas that you need to work on, and you feel your cheeks get warm. You’re embarrassed but you don’t know if it’s because he caught you staring mindlessly at him, or the fact that your paper has so many mistakes.

Your roommate, Himeno, suggested that you go to the library so they could check your paper. You find yourself understanding the content, but when it comes to writing an essay in any class, you always get a mediocre grade. Himeno said that one of her friends is helping out, you never asked who it was, and you obviously didn’t bother looking for them. You saw Aki available and went up to him immediately. He luckily could help with the subject you needed help in.

“You have all the right ideas, they’re just disorganized.” He adds, which you don’t know if it makes you feel better or worse about yourself. You know the material, you just don’t know how to properly word it. He takes a seat beside you, all his attention on the paper. Your eyes shift from his focused face to the paper in his hands. He’s nitpicking any minor mistake in your writing. It almost hurts your feelings, even though you know he’s trying to help you.

You came here because you needed help, and he’s giving it to you. Although your mind wanders off, as you watch him move his lips. He’s explaining what you need to fix so your paper receives an adequate grade, yet your brain doesn’t comprehend anything. You’re nodding, acting as if you’re understanding a word he says. Your eyes are staring at the peek of the dragon tattoo that he has on his neck, and you notice that it starts on his arm. Although he has many other tattoos on his arms

“Do you understand?” He asks, which brings you back to reality. You try to smile, trying to hide the fact that you don’t understand and that you were zoning out because he is, in fact, fucking hot.

“I do, thank you, Hayakawa.” You end up responding. He gives you your paper back, and you stuff it back in your bag before standing up.

When you’re back in your apartment, you lock yourself in your room to finish up homework for other classes. You’re thinking of the man that helped you with the best of his ability, while fixing up the essay. You type away on your computer, making the near perfect essay. You come to a stop on the third paragraph to look back at the paper and reread the suggestion he made. 

His handwriting looks neat yet sloppy at the same time, and the way certain letters are written makes you chuckle because who writes them like that? You like his handwriting though. Way better than the majority of guys. 

You focus back on your computer to type out the rest of your essay, but instead of typing more, you open a new tab. And instead of searching up resources to help with your writing, you type in Aki Hayakawa and look to find any social media he has. You find his Instagram and click on it, only to find out it’s private. You squint your eyes to look at the profile picture, but his face is covered by a camera. He seems to be into photography, at least that’s what you can tell from the picture.

He probably has an alternate account for his photos, but you’re really not in the mood to look at pictures of flowers or random insects/animals that you can find in your backyard. You go back to the previous page and also find a Twitter account. A smirk comes onto your lips as you think at what you can possibly find on that page. 

You click on his Twitter and immediately go to the media. You don’t really care too much to read about his thoughts; you don’t want to lose interest because of one unfunny tweet. You grin when you find his face in many pictures, as well as some other photographs that you don’t really care about too much. You come across one particular picture that makes you stop scrolling completely. 

It’s him and your roommate. Himeno’s arms wrapped around him as she smiles at the camera. Aki smiles as well, not as bright as Himeno though. You realize that Aki is the friend that Himeno was telling you about. You sigh as you click out of the picture. You remember her saying,

“He’s so hot, God, I’d do almost anything to be with him.”

You close the tab and go back to your essay, and when you're completely concentrated on the task in front of you, there’s a knock on your door. You puff out a breath before you stand up from your chair and walk to your door. You open the door to find your roommate with a bright smile on her face, a beer in her hand.

“My friend is coming over, come join us.” She suggests. You’re about to shake your head since you don’t have too much time to finish your essay but then it hits you, 

“Is this your same friend that tutors?” You ask, and she hums in response. She doesn’t know that you know him since you never asked for his name. Before she could tell you anything about him, you left. 

“I promise he’s fun! Well… After a couple of drinks. He acts mature and all that but he loosens up.” She tells you. You don’t understand why she’s insistent, but you end up nodding slowly.

“Alright, I’ll join you.” You answer.

“Yay! He’ll be here in a few minutes. Let me get changed.” She responds before walking away, and you decide to do the same. But you decide you’ll wear something different. Maybe something that shows a bit more skin, but not too much. You don’t want Himeno to notice and come to the conclusion you’re trying to impress her friend. You are, but you don’t want her to notice.

Right when you finish changing, there’s a knock on the front door. You walk out of the room and go to the front door, since Himeno is apparently still changing. You open the door, and just as you expected, there’s Aki.

“Oh, hey.” He greets you and says your name. He raises a brow before asking, “Is Himeno your roommate?”

“Yeah. She’s in her room, she’ll come out soon enough.” You inform him and he nods in response. You move out of the way so he can enter the apartment, and when he does, he walks to the couch. He takes a seat and makes himself comfortable. “Would you like a beer?”

“It’s fine. I can get it.” Aki answers and you go to the couch to sit down as well. You put some distance between the two of you so you don’t make him uncomfortable. This awkward silence fills up the room until Himeno walks back and joins you. 

She changed. She changed from a black tank top and sweatpants to a tight white tank top and shorts. You really aren’t surprised. She smiles at Aki, greeting him with a melodious, “Hey~”

You can tell she’s had one too many beers already. She seemed fine when she knocked on your door, but you obviously misjudged her. She takes a seat between the two of you, closer to Aki. Way closer. So much so that she’s almost invading his personal space. Aki isn’t sure what to do with his personal space being invaded, so he tries to scoot away, but he can’t since he’s at the end of the couch.

“Don’t you want to start watching that movie?” Aki asks, hoping that it’ll make Himeno stand up, and give him the chance to reclaim the room that was taken from him. When you hear the word “movie” one thing comes to mind, and it’s nothing pure. You’re not even sure if Himeno meant to invite you– Unless Aki was the one who suggested that they’d watch a “movie”.

“Why don’t you go grab a drink first?” Himeno suggests, the alcohol in her breath blowing into Aki’s face. Her arms wrap around him, and he’s trying his best to distance himself. This is why he tries not to come around at night. She has one too many drinks and gets touchy.

“I actually have to finish some assignments.” You say, standing up from the couch and beginning to walk to your room. You hear a groan from Himeno, but she doesn’t say anything to stop you. Now that Aki is here, she’s changed her mind about having you join them, so she isn’t exactly too mad about the fact that you’ll choose to lock yourself up in your room.

“Uh… Actually, I think I should go with her. I explained everything to her but she seemed to be needing some more help.” Aki tells Himeno, making her let go. He’s clearly uncomfortable, but he doesn’t have the courage to voice it. It makes the woman pout and cross her arms, and Aki says, “Go drink some water and look for a movie you want to watch. I’ll make it quick.”

He follows you to your room, uninvited, and neither of you know what to say when he closes the door behind you. You take a seat at your desk and decide to focus on your homework while he waits it out.

“Sorry…” He begins, and you hum in response. You don’t care all that much about it. He stands around awkwardly, not wanting to take a seat on your bed without asking. “I didn’t expect her to be already tipsy, and she tends to be touchy.”

“Oh yeah, I get that.” You respond. “You can sit down.”

“Okay…” He responds, but instead of actually taking a seat, he walks over to you to check what’s on your computer. He finds the paper that he revised on your desk as well, so he knows you’re still working on the paper he helped you with at the library. “Do you need me to revise that again?”

“I think it’s fine.” You answer. You don’t have all that much energy left to check the paper another time and make more revisions before turning it in. You end up turning off your laptop, deciding to take advantage of the moment. You might never have him in your room again, so you might as well talk to him. “When are you going back?”

“In a few minutes. When she’s had some water and time to be more level-headed.” He replies. He takes a seat on your bed and pulls out his phone. “If not, I’ll just leave.”

“I definitely don’t think that she’ll grab water like you suggested.” You tell him as you stand up and sit down on the bed. He still wants to wait a couple minutes before deciding to leave. “How did you two meet, anyway?”

“Hmm… I think it was around campus or something. She came up to me and we hit it off.” Aki recalls, although he can’t remember it all too well. “She’s three years older than me– I think.”

“Yeah… She’s taken a while to get her degree. But hopefully next year she’ll make it!” You share, and he nods in response. You aren’t sure what you two can talk about other than Himeno, until you look at his arms, “You have a lot of tattoos. That’s cool.”

“You think so?” He responds, and you nod in response. “Himeno was actually the one who pushed me to get a tattoo. It was a small one on my thigh but then I just couldn’t stop getting more and more.”

“I’ve been thinking of getting one myself, which one was the least painful for you?” You ask, and he takes a moment to think about it. He has so many… 

“Forearm is not so bad, also outer thigh is okay.” He informs you. “Neck was very painful, don’t do that. “Butt is okay. At least from what I’ve heard.”

“From what you heard?” You chuckle, and he ends up laughing as well. “Are you sure you don’t have a tattoo on your butt?”

“Maybe once upon a time I went out to drink with Himeno and we got too drunk…” He explains. You begin to wonder for how long exactly they’ve known each other. He shares a couple more things with you– How his ears piercings was also something Himeno forced him to do, that he’s lucky she didn’t force him to pierce his nose and also get a lip ring. They’ve known each other for around four years. Aki is graduating this term, and works part time as a barista. He tells you so much about himself. 

There’s a knock on the door, interrupting the conversation that you and Aki withhold. Himeno’s speech is slightly slurred as she says, “Aki, how much time– Do you have left? Is her paper not ready?”

“Oh she’s definitely opened a few more cans of beer.” You comment, and Aki hums, a bit disappointed. 

“I need a fucking cigarette.” He rolls his eyes. “What options do I have?”

“Sneak out the window– Which I don’t recommend since this is a second floor. Or wait till she passes out and leave. Unless you want to make up an emergency.” You tell him and he subconsciously begins to bounce his leg, looking around the place to decide what he wants to do.

“Can I smoke in here?” He asks and you shake your head. As much as you’d want to let him do anything he wants, the last thing you need is your bedroom smelling like cigarettes. You’ve forced Himeno to smoke outside, even when it’s pouring out

“Sorry, I don’t really want my bedroom to stink.”

“What? Do I stink?” He questions. He’s never associated his addiction with a horrible smell. Sure, smoking outside is the formality so not everyone is clouded with the smoke. Maybe it has a strong smell– Well, it definitely reeks but he fucking needs to smoke.

“You don’t stink, but if you pull out a cigarette in my room then you will. And I will too.” You explain and he still sighs. He lays his back on the bed and stares at the ceiling for a second. 

“Will you suck me off?” He asks out of nowhere, and you feel the heat going to your cheeks as he says that. “I need something that’ll distract me from smoking, and that’ll certainly do the trick.”

“You know, Himeno would be willing to give you a hand if you asked.” You say, your hand going to his belt. Does he need a cigarette so badly or does he just want a blowjob? You don’t care to ask as your lips go down to peck his lips. When you pull away, he says, 

“I don’t want Himeno.” He responds. “She’s a nice friend but that’s all she’ll be.”

“Hmm…? Didn’t we just meet? You’re already talking about us being more than friends?” You begin as you unbutton his pants and pull them down. Your hand goes into his boxers and begin to feel his length, which is certainly impressive. Although you aren’t too surprised. “Will this actually help you?”

“I suggested it for a reason.” He responds, and you pull down his boxers. You run your thumb over his tip, spreading the pre-cum on his cock. You lower your head, your tongue circling around his tip. You met a couple hours ago, and here you are, starting a blowjob. This wouldn’t be your first one night stand though. You’ve fucked guys that you’ve known for a shorter time.

You lower your head completely, wrapping your mouth completely around his cock. You take in as much as you can, and you can hear him softly moan as you bob your head. Your hands stroke the parts of his cock that can’t fit in your mouth, while your other hand cups his balls.

“Fuck– That’s good.” He can’t help but moan as he feels your mouth wrapped around his dick. Maybe he was thinking of a similar scene in the library while looking over your paper. And now he feels your tongue gliding on his shaft. 

You take his cock out of your mouth, your hand stroking his cock while your mouth goes down to suck on his balls. He shuts his eyes and bites his bottom lip as he feels your mouth. God, he has to remember that Himeno is right outside so he can’t let her hear what’s going on inside your room. That he isn’t in fact helping you with your assignment. 

Your tongue licks from the base of his cock back to the tip. Your mouth wraps around his cock again, doing the same thing as before. While it feels great for Aki, he still says, “Baby, can you take it all in your mouth? It’ll be so good”

The pet name “baby” makes your panties wet. All the heat immediately goes to your cunt, but you focus on Aki and making him come. Using your mouth for his pleasure. 

You feel his hand on the back of your head, and he begins to push your head down on his cock. You begin to gag on his cock, and the sound is better than any melody for him. And the best part of all is that it feels so good for him. Even better than before. He could come at any moment.

Too engrossed in what you’re doing, any noise from outside is canceled out by Aki’s moans and your gagging. Until the door strikes open, and a drunk Himeno walks into the room, looking for Aki. You raise your head, taking his cock out of your mouth. You’re wide-eyed while the man can’t help but be annoyed by the fact that he was so close to finishing, and he was interrupted.

Himeno is trying to process the scene in front of her, asking, “What’s going on here?”

“A- Aki needed a cigarette.” You stutter.

“She won’t remember any of this in the morning. There’s no need for an explanation.” Aki assures you. He pulls his boxers back up and begins to fix himself. “I have to go. I’m gonna smoke a cigarette.”

Just as Aki said, Himeno remembered nothing the next morning. Yet, you decided that you’ll keep your distance because Himeno clearly likes him, and getting with him is sort of a betrayal to her. It’s easy to avoid him, mainly because you’ve never bumped into him before. You avoid the library, and he doesn’t come over to hang out with Himeno often.

Nearly a month after everything, you find yourself back in the library, ready to check another paper. The paper Aki checked got a near perfect score, and while you’re trying to avoid him, you value your grades more than anything. Your eyes meet when you step into the place.

You’ll look for someone else because you doubt either of you will feel too comfortable around each other, especially after a month of not talking. Or maybe that’s just you because Aki begins to walk towards you.

“Hey.” He says when he’s in front of you. You smile at him, avoiding eye contact. “Do you need help on another paper?”

“Uh… Yeah.” You nod, looking around to find another person that’s not Aki, to check the paper you need help with.

“I can check it for you.” He states, noticing that you’re looking for someone else. He left someone on their own to come up to you. He hopes at the very least you’ll take his help so he doesn’t look like a jerk.

“Sure… But aren’t you busy?” You question and he shakes his head. You noticed he was with someone else, but he decided to walk up to you. “I don’t want to–”

“It’s fine, they were just leaving.” He responds, and you end up sighing. He furrows his brows at your reaction and just when he’s about to ask what’s wrong, you end up saying,

“You know Himeno likes you, so I think it’s best if we–” You begin but he cuts you off.

“I’m helping you with your essay, I’m sure Himeno won’t get mad with that.” Aki answers, and you end up sighing again. He’s not wrong, but the reason you don't want his help is because you aren’t sure if you’ll behave around each other. 

You end up going with him to take a seat. You pull out the paper and hand it to him so he can look it over. And he takes it as he takes a seat beside you. Unlike the first time, you don’t gawk at him. You stare elsewhere, somewhere that he isn’t in your vision.

You feel him pat your thigh, and the heat goes to your cheeks immediately. “Do you have a pen?”

“Oh, yeah. Sorry.” You respond, reaching into your bag to pull out a pen. You give it to him, and once again stare off into space, until his hand goes back to your thigh. But this time he isn’t patting to ask you for something. He takes advantage of the fact that you’re wearing a skirt. 

He caresses your thigh, all while his focus is on the paper in front of him. You don’t understand how he suddenly got so comfortable with you to do this, but at the same time you really don’t care that much. Except when his hand goes to your clothed cunt and he rubs lazy circles on your panties. No one will notice or know, yet you’re still freaking out. But you won’t push his hand away either.

“Same mistakes as the first time.” He comments, pushing your panties to the side. Two fingers run through your folds as he circles and underlines what needs to be fixed. He mutters, “You’re so wet, and I haven’t done anything.”

“Huh?” You question, your face burning up, the same heat that’s in between your legs. Yet one is of embarrassment and the other of arousal. 

“I said, last time clearly didn’t do anything. You made very similar mistakes.” He begins to circle your clit. You didn’t really expect a stunt like this from him of all people. But then again, you don’t know him well. You’ve stalked his social media after giving him a blowjob, but that’s about it. 

You wait for him to push two fingers in, but at the same time you’re not desperate for it because his fingers’ speed against your clit is just right. He moves his fingers perfectly. You bite your bottom lip, preventing a whimper from leaving your lips.

“Does it feel good, gorgeous?” He asks, glancing at you before his eyes go back to the paper in front of him. “Wouldn’t it feel good if I slipped a finger in? You’d have to ask me in a pretty little voice.”

“Please.” You whisper. You’re scared of being too loud and being heard, although half the library is empty.

“Can you be a tad bit louder? I can’t make out what you’re saying.” He says, and you end up shaking your head. The library is so quiet that you could hear a pin drop, and you’re scared that if you raise your voice just a bit more, that people will turn to see. The place isn’t too crowded. Just a couple of people cramming in for exams.

His fingers press against your entrance, but he doesn’t slip a finger in. He fixes your panties and stands up, “I need a cig. Check over what I wrote. I’ll be back in a second.”

You watch as he walks away, and you stuff your paper back in your bag. You stand up and begin to walk to the shelves. You begin to look for a book that you’ve been researching for a term paper. Instead of asking the librarian for help, you go to the very back of the place, looking for the book. 

You waste around ten minutes, before you spot it. Your arm goes out to grab it, but before your hand gets to it, someone else grabs it. You notice the tattoos on his hand and immediately figure out who it is. You turn around to look at him, and he’s so close that you’re pushed against the shelves.

“I thought I told you to make revisions and here you are…” He sounds a bit annoyed as he says this. His lips go down and he pecks your lips before he kneels down in front of you. He lifts up your skirt, and you press your thighs together.

“Right here?” You ask, tilting to the side for a moment to see if you find anybody. When you don’t, you stop squeezing your thighs. He pushes your panties to the side, once again, and forces you to spread your legs.

“You should really be checking your paper…” He tells you before his tongue licks up your cunt. He really couldn’t care less about your paper. He can say he was upset when he stepped back into the library and you weren’t there, waiting for him. He was going to tease you a bit more. But now he’s glad that you decided to come here because you taste great on his tongue.

He spits on your cunt before his lips attach around your clit. You throw your head back, making a couple of books fall over. The sound would sure catch a couple of people’s attention, but they’re all too focused on their own thing to care. You put a hand over your mouth to muffle any sounds from escaping your lips. 

Books knocking over aren't alarming, the sound of moaning sure is.

He detaches himself from your clit and licks down your folds to the entrance of your cunt. He teases it before he inserts his tongue inside of you, which makes your eyes roll to the back of your head. He moves it in and out of your cunt while his fingers begin to play with your clit.

“Fuck, that’s so good.” You whisper, your hips bucking. He’s looking up at you, watching your face as you try to contain your pleasure. He really wishes he could hear it, but he sure picked the wrong place to do this. Either way you wouldn’t make a sound in your apartment either because of your roommate.

You shut your eyes, feeling your climax get closer and closer. He takes his tongue out of your cunt and begins to flick your clit. The sweetest “Aki” leaves your lips while your thighs begin to squeeze around him. He swears this is heaven, and you’re the sweetest angel.

You keep your thighs squeezed around him while your orgasm takes over you. You hear Aki humming, loving the way you taste around him. A moan escapes your lips, your eyes rolling to the back of your head as you come.

Aki continues flicking your clit for a couple more seconds, watching the beautiful face that you make as you orgasm. When a sigh escapes your lips when you come down from your high, he kisses your clit and gets off the ground. He grabs the back of your head and pulls your face in for a kiss. His tongue enters your mouth, pressing against your own. His tongue glides over yours while your hands go to the bulge that’s in his pants.

When he pulls away, a string of saliva connects your lips. You stare into his lust-filled eyes, and you watch him bite down his bottom lip as you feel the bulge in his pants. His thumb pushes down your bottom lip before he orders, “Open your mouth.”

You do as he says and he spits in your mouth. You swallow as your hands unbutton his pants. Your hands go inside his boxers and you begin to stroke his length. He says, “You want me to fuck you here, baby?”

“Hmm…” You hum in response. You pull down his pants, “You already ate me out, we might as well go all the way.”

“You’re right. I’ve been daydreaming about your cunt wrapped around my dick.” He says, stroking his cock a couple of times before he runs the tip through your folds, getting his cock wet with your slick. “And the craziest thing is that this is the third time we meet.”

“It’s the effect I have on people.” You chuckle, before he slowly pushes his cock inside of you. You whimper, feeling as his thick cock stretches you out. You both shut your eyes, taking everything in. He’s even bigger when he’s inside of you, at least that’s how he feels.

“Your pussy feels so good.” He whispers. Your cunt feels just like he imagined– No, even better. So nice and tight. The night he needed a cigarette, he shouldn’t have asked for a blowjob, instead he should’ve straight up asked you to fuck him. He actually would’ve finished.

When he bottoms out, he waits a moment, letting you adjust to his size. He begins to move slowly, looking at your face as you try your best to contain yourself. His bottom lip is between his teeth as he fucks you. One hand goes to the shelf behind you, causing a couple more books to tumble over.

You’re beginning to moan, and as much as he loves the sound, he can’t risk getting caught. One hand covers your mouth while his lips go to your ear, “You want us to get caught, naughty girl? You want everyone to come see you get caught?”

God, he just feels so good inside of you, it’s hard for you to keep it all in. His cock hits all the right spots. You could come alone with the way he moves in and out of you. Yet your hand still moves down to your clit to play with it.

Aki understands the way you feel because he’s trying his best to contain himself as well– In more ways than one, because he could come at any moment. He stops covering your mouth and his lips land on yours again. 

He feels your cunt clench around him, and he moans in your mouth. When he pulls away, his lips go to your ears again, “Love your tight little pussy. I could die in it, and I’d die a happy man.”

His cock picks up speed with every thrust. His hand is back on your mouth, muffling the sounds that get louder and louder with every thrust. You reach your climax, your eyes rolling to the back of your head as your legs spasm.

“So fucking good. I need to come inside your pussy.” He mutters. After a few more thrusts, you feel as his warm cum fills up your cunt. He keeps his cock inside you for a minute. He takes it out and fixes your panties. He pecks your lips one more time, as he fixes himself up. 

“Go fix your paper, and if I like it enough, I’ll give you another reward.”

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[brayneworms]

i'll fetch you anything you like.

featuring. aki hayakawa x gn!reader

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

word count. 3.2k

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

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

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

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

Alone.

"That's a bad habit."

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

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

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

"Oh? What tops the list?"

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

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

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

"Eat it? You freak."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Hate the taste," you say.

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

"It lingers."

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

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

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

Aki nods. "Okay."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Aki is in hell.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

His arms shake. "Please."

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

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

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

That's just good manners.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"'M close," he gasps again.

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

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

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

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

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

"That's my boy."

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

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

You don’t kiss him, but it’s alright.

Aki’s not a problem dog.

He's going to earn it.

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[rinrinx2]

Love demon

Aki x demon! Reader

Summary: Upon doing his usual route check Aki sees the most beautiful girl he has ever laid his eyes upon, to bad that you have to be a demon.

Warnings: Adult themes, Mature language, Smut

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"A love demon, a demon who is able to cause those around her to fall in love instantaneously. Her beauty and charm being a major factor in getting whatever and whoever she wants, even those who she doesn't care for will fall for her as it's within her nature to have everyone love her. And the blood of those who love her is the sweetest."

Aki was taking a walk through the streets of Tokyo, enjoying the coolness of the air due to the late hour. Basking in the quietness of the back roads as he took his stroll. Aki found that his late night strolls were the only way he would have to make time for himself, as ever since the arrival of Denji he was never able to catch a moment without the hyper male and his even more hyper female counter part.

Aki took in a deep breath as he closed his eyes taking in the serene evening night until he heard a loud cluttering noise coming from around the corner of the road he stood in.

'I swear if Denji fucking followed me out here' Aki thought as he began walking around the corner with a creased brow expecting to see the hyper Denji.

"Okay Denj-" Aki said, stopping mid sentence when instead of seeing the hungry Denji he was met with the cutest girl he had ever seen.

Sitting flat on the ground with your bag and it's contents all spilled onto the floor as you attempted to pick them up, but your actions had caught the attention of none other than a man, a cute one to.

You watched as starred at you for a moment before quickly kneeling to your level as he spoke.

"You need help" Aki asked as he reached over for a book on the ground.

"Yes" you said hesitantly as you tried to quickly collect your bags contents.

You and the man quickly collected everything that was once scattered on the floor and neatly placed them into your bag.

Aki rose to his feet once everything was placed back into your bag watching as you stood up now too. He was taken aback by your beauty as he just stood there starring but quickly realized that you seemed uncomfortable.

"I'm sorry" he said as he pulled his gaze away from you with an evident blush across his face.

You smiled at his reaction, finding it cute. 'Maybe his not a creep after all' you thought.

"You shouldn't be walking alone at night, it's not safe" Aki said as he brought his gaze back towards you.

"I can look after myself" you said confidently as you walked pass the tall male.

Aki was taken aback by your beauty that he couldn't just let leave so easily, so he did the only logical thing his mind could think of, be stubborn.

"Well I well aware that women are strong and independent but still it would not sit right with me knowing I let you walk home alone" he said with tone that made him sound self assured.

You turned your head looking his figure up and down. You could sense the infatuation coursing through his blood the longer he starred at you the more he was falling for you - the affect you had on men.

"Very well" you said as you nodded your head and turned your self back in the direction you were headed.

You heard the enthusiastic man run after you. The two of you walked in silence for a moment before you began to speak again.

"So does the man whose walking me home have a name" you asked turning your head so that your eyes now starred into his.

"A- Aki" he stuttered out nervously.

And you laughed at his reaction. You had him just where you wanted him. He was practically drooling after you.

You kept silent again until you reached your destination and that's when you decided you would have some fun finally.

"This is me" you said cheerfully.

"Why don't you come up for something to drink before you head home" you said gently brushing your hand along his arm.

And Aki was a smart young man he wouldn't so easily just walk into someone else's house no matter how beautiful or charming they were - but you, you were the exception.

Without any hesitation Aki followed behind you into your home.

The deep red colours and fabrics that decorated your home washed him over with a sense of warmth... with lust.

He hadn't realized how a subtle tent had been growing in his pants. You walked over to where Aki sat on your red velvet couch handing him a warm cup of rose and lavender

"Thank you" he replied as he held the cup of rose and lavender tea.

"Its a pleasure" you said moving closer to Aki, being so close you could smell the faint scent of cigarette that he had been smoking earlier that day.

"You have a lovely home" Aki said as he cleared his throat, his nerves becoming shot as you shifted closer and closer.

"Thank you" you replied as the space between the two of you was practically gone. You starred into his eyes before shifting your gaze to his lips. Slowly you pressed your soft lips against his, feeling the way he stiffened at your actions only to relax a second later.

Your kisses were first soft and experimental but quickly turned to those of passion. The moment you slid your tongue into his mouth Aki was gone.

A loud clattering sound you heard as Aki dropped the cup the tea was once in. You smiled into the kiss.

'His mine' you thought as you quickly got on top of his lap, mouths still connected as your began to grind down on him.

Aki was moaning into your mouth as your grinding became to much for him. His cock was twitching in his pants, craving to be inside your walls. His cock leaking out strings of pre-cum.

You could sense his errection. The way his body could no longer resist you, they way he ached to be in you.

You were a generous woman, so of course you'd help him satiate his needs.

You slightly raised your hips, as your hand moved between your two bodies. Quickly pulling his pants down along with his boxers, pulling out his massive erect cock.

You gazed down at it, watching as his slick pre-cum glistened your finger tips. You starred in amazement at his cock before looking up at him, the way his cheeks were now flushed red colour.

Without a moment to waste you reached underneath your dress and pulled your pantie to the side, as you aligned your self with his cock.

In one swift motion you sank down on his cock noting the deep sigh that left Aki's lips. You smiled at his reaction and began to move yourself up and down on his cock.

Aki was a mess underneath you. It wasn't like him to get like this, he wasn't one to so easily succumb to others but he was now. He was grabbing at your waist as he moaned out in pleasure. Wails of pleasure slipping through his lips like a bitch in heat.

You made him so submissive underneath you and you loved every second. You loved the way you could feel his cock being pulled deep inside you, the way his slit was continuesly leaking out coating yout walls and the way a white rim had already formed at the base of his cock.

You knew it wouldn't be long till he would come undone beneath you.

"You enjoying this" you said with a massive smile on your face, watching as Aki's was scrunched up in pleasure trying to hold back his orgasm.

The way your pussy walls were tightening and clamping down on his shaft was becoming to much for him and he felt the urge to cum grow stronger and stronger. His cum was traveling to his shaft just waiting to paint your walls a nice white.

The way his breathing became erratic and his eyes shut tight you knew the opportunity to strike was now. Within a second you plunged your teeth into the lower base of Aki's neck as you began drinking his blood. The warm hot liquid traveling down your throat made your pussy clench unbearably tight.

And Aki came hard, from the way your pussy was milking him and as well from the feeling of your teeth grazing his neck. His hips stuttered as all his semen now pushed out into your fluttering hole.

But you remained latched onto his neck, until you felt his orgasm settle down with him. You unlatched your mouth from his neck, looking into his eyes once again.

"A demon like myself really enjoys such sweet blood" you said with a seductive smile, watching as Aki's eyes widened.

He couldn't believe it, he had just had sex with a demon, the thing he swore he would hate through all ages of time but here now, with him still inside you and the way you looked down at him all he wanted was more. He wanted more of the love demon.

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Just wanted to try a chainsaw fic

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[chosos-mascara]

throat

𝙖𝙠𝙞 𝙝𝙖𝙮𝙖𝙠𝙖𝙬𝙖 𝙭 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧

(drabble) 18 + minors dni!!

cw: blowjob in a bathroom at a party 1k words

Hookups weren't your thing. But, when you'd been met with the intense blue eyed gaze, black hair falling to frame pale skin, you'd decided that maybe, tonight would be different. With drink warming your body and friends encouraging you, you'd found yourself sharing small talk, his airy personality evident as he'd drifted focus a few times, though his stare always seeming to return over your lips, watching as each syllable had been formed. 

Closing the bathroom door with haste, your mouths met one another's, hands over his chest while you'd pushed him backward, his body meeting cold tile. Clumsily caressing over the cotton, your fingers dropped to the button of his jeans, slipping the cool metal through the hole and pulling the zip downward, dropping to your knees. The actions you'd taken had been swift, so when your lips had met with his hardness, he'd been quick to gasp, hips bucking forward to push into you further. 

The walls of your mouth had been warm, wet tongue sliding over the skin of his cock causing his tired eyes to roll back, weight fully supported by the wall behind him. He'd been uncertain of where to place his hands, but ultimately decided on lacing the lengthy fingers through your hair to tilt your head backward, guiding your mouth over his dick and sliding it through to the back of your throat. Your gaze met with his, a tingle over your cheeks in embarrassment as he'd watched you with half-lidded eyes, jaw relaxed and mouth parted only slightly. There had been small pants through pink lips as you'd flicked over his shaft, or went a little deeper, stomach tightening. Guiding you further, your nose had finally met with his abdomen, cock wedged deep within the tight confides of your neck. A gag over him had his member twitching, a grunt being ripped from his chest, legs wobbling while he'd felt the vibrations of your desperate convulses. Pulling back to allow yourself air, you'd still been connected to his swollen tip with a long, thick string of spit, one that had him needily humping the space between you as he'd waited for the heat of your mouth once more. 

A smirk had been painted across your cheeks before taking him back in, gentle groans as he'd felt relief, finally aiding his throbbing cock once more. With time, you'd become a little more vocal between you, Aki allowing hushed moans through the atmosphere, wet chokes breaking through your own hums as you'd added a little more effort, hand eventually meeting with shaft to pump over him while you'd taken him to your throat. You'd slowed over him, taking time to brush over his head with your tongue, suctioning around it with your lips before steadily sliding fist and mouth downward. Aki could only bare witness to the bobbing over his cock, pleasure radiating through his body as you'd rolled over him again, and again. 

Through teary eyes, you glanced back upward, meeting with the blue orbs once more. He'd peered at you differently now, with admiration, features relaxed. You were sure this was the most comfortable and focused you'd seen him, receptive to every touch you fed to him, small jolts across his body when your nails ran over the flat of his stomach, or over his half-clothed thigh, jeans gripping against the skin above his knee. Pulling back, you moved his cock to the side, placing tongue to the base, licking up to the tip. His breaths were ragged, body desperate, but his face had remained still, eyes locked to you as he'd anticipated your next move. You smiled, another lick upward, letting go of the member all-together, instead placing both hands over each thigh and taking him into your mouth, pushing him through your neck while you'd maintained the eye contact with him. 

Aki moaned, loudly. Anyone stood outside would've surely heard the noise and understood the meaning, but you'd continued on, eager to hear another sound to compliment the last. There had been a surge of confidence as you'd watched his features slacken, intimacy within his eyes acting as your applause. His fingers trailed from your hair to your cheek, thumb pressing onto your puffed lips, rubbing across the spit that had accumulated at the corner to run it across the skin. 

When you'd moved over him again, his hand fell back into place at the base of your head, as if he'd been in need of gripping something to bring him back to earth. You'd moved your hand back to pump over him, motions speeding steadily as you built him back up. Aki had leaned forward slightly, another trembling hum as your maneuvers didn't falter this time, intention of allowing him to finally find release clear, and exciting him. His hips were eagerly rolling toward you, hands once loosely placed at the back of your head now clutching tightly at the hairs, moving your head with some force. You'd become a little less in control with his edge growing closer, bucking hips and hands thrusting you forward to meet his groin - though you hadn't minded. 

He called out your name, left hand quickly moving to grasp at the sink to hold himself up while he'd come undone, knees close to bucking. You'd felt his seed hitting the back of your tongue, a salty residue over the inside of your cheeks; proof of his pleasure. Aki's stomach had risen and fallen with haste as his breaths had become uneven, sucking in deeply before dispelling the air he'd held within his lungs. 

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[akicult]

aki wants you to tell him about your day while he eats your pussy because his day was stressful and he just wants to forget all about it.

he’s lapping at your cunt so slowly, his arms wrapped around your thighs while you’re propped against the headboard with your fingers laced through his hair. you’re hardly coherent in what you’re saying, just mumbling, “n yeah they were—nghh—annoying me,” and he’s just nodding and humming along while his thumb circles your clit so delicately it’s like he’s touching glass. in some ways, he’s a little selfish. he’s using you to forget about the stressful day he’s had, so when you trail off in your sentences, he’ll pull away just enough to speak with a, “then what happened, sweetheart?”

and since he’s going much slower, a little lazier then he usually does when he eats you out—it’s taking a lot longer. but it’s all for him. he’s eating you out for his sake. so he’s going to take as much time as he needs to forget all about his terrible day.

#ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ thirsts <3 #this is the shortest thing i’ve ever written #but i’ve never posted my drabbles for aki and i feel sick to my stomach because of it #bf!aki #aki x reader #aki hayakawa x reader #not proofread #aki is all about his partner’s pleasure and i’ll die on this hill #chainsaw man #csm drabble #aki thirst #aki hayakawa drabble #aki recs #aki chainsaw man #aki csm #hayakawa aki #hayakawa x reader #csm x reader #chainsaw man x reader #aki x y/n #aki hayakawa x y/n #i wanna be in this man’s drawls

[earthtooz]

𝗡𝗘𝗪 𝗥𝗢𝗨𝗧𝗜𝗡𝗘𝗦

in which: you brighten up aki's routine.

warnings: fluff! 2k words, kissing, mentions of drinking and being drunk, nudity (reader bathes aki, it's fluff i promise), clingy!aki, gn!reader

a/n: i have only watched the anime saur... no spoilers whatsoever. made for @limitlesshq

˗ˏˋ XMAS MASTERLIST ´ˎ˗

Your phone is buzzing with a slew of text notifications- millions of them, to be exact, and you don’t even need to look to know who it is that could be contacting you at this hour. Yet, you find yourself reaching over to unlock it anyways, immediately noting Aki’s contact, fondness spreading in your chest at his messages..

He was invited out by a bunch of work friends to a bar and although you received the invitation as well, you declined the offer. Where he wanted you to come along as well, you weren’t feeling a night of loud laughter and socialising.

However, at the lack of your company, you then had yourself a temperamental and pouting Aki in your arms. In order to quell his moodiness, you promised that you would pick him up and take care of him when he was done. 

Judging from the many typos, premature sentences, and random keyboard smashes, you’re inclined to say that your boyfriend is a little beyond gone, completely ruined by the alcohol. You don’t know what mess he got himself into this time, all you know is that he’s pleading for you to come pick him up through a series of jumbles.

He didn’t even make it to the midnight mark.

Regardless, you shoot him a ‘be there soon <3’ text and shut your phone off before it can overheat from spam.

Pulling up at the bar, you’re pleasantly surprised to see Aki already waiting outside, seemingly put-together as he leans against the brick wall of the pub, head down. Naturally, your feet take you out of your car and towards him like a magnet, not stopping once despite the biting chill in the air and the snow that’s falling ever so gently, landing in your hair and clinging to your clothes.

“Aki,” you whisper, stopping just a few feet in front of him, the lingering smell of smoke and beer engulfing your senses. There’s snow in his hair too and although the clothes he’s wearing are enough to protect him from the harsh winter, you can’t help but be concerned for how long he’s been possibly standing outside.

Dazed, he glances up and squints to make out your figure. “Y/N?” He greets, a small smile playing along his lips.

“Correct,” you huff when he engulfs you in a large embrace, slumping most of his weight over you. His parka and scarf is cold but his face is very very flushed, it’s almost amusing how red his face is and you can only imagine the burn he feels from it. “How was your night, big guy?”

“Good. Better. I’m with you now.”

A part of you warms at the sentiment. You push him off of you, ignoring the little grunt of protest that escapes him because he then is placated by looking into your eyes, softening upon meeting your gaze.

Unable to resist how adorable he looks, you lean in to place a brief peck on his nose, causing him to close his eyes in delight whilst a small smile forms on his mouth. “You’re such a sap. Would you like to go home?”

“Jus’ wanna hold you,” he murmurs.

“You can do that better at home.”

“Let’s get going then.”

You can’t help but chuckle at the newfound determination that Aki has as he stands upright on his own two feet and begins walking in a perfect straight line towards the passenger seat of the car. He kind of looks like a penguin, you note, immediately tucking the thought away as you too, scramble back inside your heated car. 

The ride back home is quiet and comforting but you can feel Aki’s gaze on you the whole time, very apparent in your peripheral vision when his whole upper torso is turned to face you. Whenever there’s a red light, you’ll turn over to look at him and he’ll reach for your hand, placing a kiss on the back of it before moving it back on the wheel for you.

Sensible as ever, your lover is.

Reaching the parking of his apartment, it takes little effort to get Aki up and going to his threshold. You’ve always admired his ability to remain stable, no matter how much alcohol his system ingests, he doesn’t fumble, protest, or vomit very often, making him a very tolerable drunk to look after.

Grabbing his keys yourself, you unlock his door with the correct keys on the first try and Aki kind of lugs himself in, grabbing you by the arm to pull you with him, giving you barely enough time to properly shut his door before you find yourself on his couch. With how far the living room is from the front door, you admire your lover for his enthusiasm and accuracy.

Then, the moment you’ve been dreading (partial lie) arrives, because he then flops on top of you. Both of you are still in your winter clothes, meaning many layers of thick clothing separate the two of you, but dark-haired is not complaining about the lack of contact. In fact, he sighs in content as he sinks into you, which, is not all that pleasant of a feeling, no matter how much you love Aki Hayakawa. 

After a few moments of allowing him to cling to you, you pat him three times, mimicking surrender. “Love, can we get up now?”

“Why?” He slurs.

“Because you’re heavy, I’m getting crushed-” He easily manoeuvres the both of you so that his back is now against the cushions of the couch and the only thing preventing you from falling off is his grip- which, is surprisingly sturdy for being drunk. To be fair, it’s been a while since he last had a drink, meaning that some of the alcohol must have worn off already. 

“Better?”

“Yes, but we still need to get you changed and ready for bed. It’s late,” you tell him, perfectly paired with a yawn. He grunts, shuffling a little.

“We can sleep on the couch.”

“Yes we can, but you’re all gross. Plus, I prefer the bed.” 

“Don’t be picky.”

“I’ll bathe you?”

“Why not with me?”

“Gross,” you joke, brushing a strand of fallen hair away from his beautiful face as he glares at you. “But seriously, I’ll help you wash up, brush your teeth, tuck you into bed, otherwise you won’t get your goodnight kiss.”

He whines very non-seriously, “but I love my goodnight kiss.”

“I know, so go get ready whilst I prepare the bath, okay?” You grin when he nods, shuffling over to his bedroom. You, on the other hand, strip off your outermost layers, readying the warm water for him, getting it to a desirable temperature before pouring bath gel into the tub.

Your lover walks in not too long after, stripped down to the first layer of clothes he wore underneath as he takes his topknot out. Paying no mind to his naked form stepping in the water, you splash some warm water in his face, causing him to flinch a little before shooting you an unimpressed look. 

Mumbling a sorry, you pour some water over his hair to wet it before rubbing in shampoo. The process, though tedious on your arm muscles, is methodical and Aki’s expression of content as you work through his scalp warms your heart just a little. He deserves this and more for everything he’s done.

You wouldn’t mind living the rest of your life like this, you think to yourself. Although, that isn’t the first time you’ve thought so and sure won’t be the last.

When the last of the conditioner is washed out of his hair, you tell a drowsy and barely conscious Aki to get out, but not before he retaliates with a ‘the water’s still quite warm for you to join me’. You splash more water in his face to wake him up.

A few minutes pass and the two of you find yourself curled up in Aki’s bed, now clean and ready to fall asleep in the warmth of each other to combat the freezing cold of Japan’s winters. He holds you against him tightly, arms circled around your waist whilst he presses a little of his weight onto you . 

“Goodnight kiss?” requests Aki. You faux annoyance before leaning in, meeting his puckered lips in a gentle, affectionate kiss, one that has both of you smiling into it. The taste of mint toothpaste was far better than beer and smoke. “Thank you for taking care of me,” mutters the Devil Hunter, low and quiet, his words unable to penetrate the silence of the dark lest he disturb the moonlight’s dance.

“It’s okay,” you pause when you feel a kiss on your forehead. “You’d do the same. Besides, you’re easier to handle than I am.”

He laughs at your comment, “true.”

With a final peck on his lips, you bid your goodnights and surrender to your dreams in the safe embrace of your lover.

When morning comes, Aki finds himself alone in his bed, but there’s a fading warmth in the very obvious yet vacant spot beside him. Remembering the events of last night, he’s about to wake up and search for you in his apartment when the harsh, stinging pain in his head stops him, rendering him incapable. Still, a little bit of concern for you whereabouts linger but it’s with a grunt that his head falls back on his pillow, surrendering just in time for you to walk through his door with a glass of water and some pills.

A look of surprise glasses over your expression when you see the dark-haired awake.

“Good morning,” you greet, placing the contents in your hand down on his nightstand table. 

“Hi, my love.”

“Got you some painkillers, would you like to have it now?”

“Yes please.”

“Anything else I can do?”

“Stay with me?”

“Of course.”

Slipping under the covers once more, you’re very happy to feel Aki’s warmth engulf you again as he quickly takes you in his arms. With an appreciative, wondrous look, the dark-haired finds himself admiring your features in the earliest hours of the day where you’re struggling to open your puffy eyes, your lips are slightly chapped, your hair is all messy and mussed, but he can’t help but adore you all the same. 

Glancing up at him, you shrink at the softness in his expression. Aki wants to keep you with him for as long as you’ll allow him- which will hopefully be forever.

“You really need a bigger bed,” you grumble, moving around a little to get comfortable.

His hand manages to sneak under your shirt, rubbing circles on the now exposed skin of your back. “I think the size is nice. Easier to hold you,” he mutters, pressing a delicate kiss to your forehead.

You try to suppress the smile that threatens to appear and you hide from the dark-haired by pressing your head into his chest. “Cringe.”

“You love it.”

“I love you because you’re pretty, otherwise you’re a piece of shit,” you joke.

“Well what a coincidence that I love you too,” he retorts, no hostility at all in his tone. How could he harbour any towards you? Having played the beam of hope in his life, there is little else in the world that he would trade you for. Loving and being loved by you have been momentous occasions of his life and he doesn’t want this routine to stop any time soon.

When he watches the way you curl closer in his space to avoid falling off the bed, Aki is even more certain that a bigger bed is unnecessary.

#idc if this flops this is my xmas gift to u art #merry chrysler #aki x reader #aki hayakawa x reader #csm x reader #chainsaw man x reader #aki fluff #aki drabble #hayakawa x reader #aki hayakawa drabble #aki hayakawa fluff #hayakawa fluff #csm fluff

[litepowee]

ᴡᴇʟᴄᴏᴍᴇ ʜᴏᴍᴇ, ᴍʏ ʟᴏᴠᴇ

synopsis: coming home to malewife Aki <33

a/n: this is a little drabble for my dear friend @izunias and my entry to the weekly event for @public-safety-network ALSO biggest thank you to Zell (@brujaovermoxy) for being my beta reader <33

✧ comments/reblogs are super duper appreciated ✧

The Hayakawa residence is unusually quiet as you walk up the steps to the door. You roll out your shoulder as the door clicks open; walking into the entry hall with a faint smell of curry, cigarettes and the sounds of soft humming. “Oi, Meowy. C’mon now, don’t be sittin’ right behind me.” His voice is soft but carries throughout the small apartment.

Meowy mews in response as if responding to Aki. Quietly you hang your coat off, sliding into your slippers. Aki stands in the kitchen with his back turned to the entrance hall, a hand on his hip and a lit cigarette loosely hanging from his lips. You couldn’t help but stand back and admire his back muscles moving against his shirt, or how his biceps slightly flex as he goes to prop the cigarette between his fingers, inhaling deeply. 

Padding lightly across the wooden floors, you wrap your arms around his waist. “What’re you cooking? It smells good.” Words coming out muffled as you press yourself against his back, “Oh, hey. Sorry I didn’t hear you come in.”

Aki tries to twist around to face you, but your determined grip keeps him in place. He lets out a chuckle, snubbing the cigarette as he lets your hands roam his waist, grazing your hands over his hips. 

“S’ all good, I wasn’t trying to make a lot of noise to begin with. Where is Denji and Power?” You said while glancing over to the small living room where the two would usually be laying around playing with Meowy. “Ah, yeah, you noticed how quiet it is? They went out to the balcony but knowing them they probably jumped up to the roof.” He mumbled, trying to focus on making dinner as your hands roamed his chest.

The vibrations of your humming chilled across his back as you buried your nose in his neck. You can feel stray hairs tickling your face, “Dinner smells good, but y’know, a certain someone else is looking quite delicious.” Snickering as you pull away to fully admire Aki, adorned in a gray apron, with a tight white t-shirt and gray sweatpants, his hair splayed out brushing his shoulders. 

You playfully squint your eyes at him as he turns to fully look at you. As he opens his mouth to question your odd stare, you quickly close the space between you two, “Aki, is that a gray hair?” Your hand reaches up to comb through his dark blue, almost black hair as he quickly retracts back, bumping into the counter. Following his steps you close the space again, pressing your chest into his. 

God, he hopes you can’t hear his heartbeat from here.

“Just kidding!” An eruption of giggles falls from your lips as you stare up at him through your lashes as he desperately tries to avoid your focused gaze. “I knew you were kidding, dumbass.”, finally meets your eyes, admiring the soft smile you held. His hands traced up the side of your hips squeezing softly, mimicking your earlier movements. 

“Welcome home, my love.” He whispers before leaning down to connect his soft lips with yours.

“Oi humans!” 

“Hey hey!” 

Pulling yourself out of Aki’s space, you turn to the source of the voices. Power and Denji are standing in the entrance of the balcony, Power holding Meowy close to her chest. In unison they shout, “Not in front of the food!”, with looks of mock disgust on their faces. You laugh as Aki rolls his eyes at their antics, you press another kiss to his cheek as Denji runs over to separate you two, with Power following close behind with Meowy. 

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[creepzkilla]

↳˳⸙;; ❝ AKI H. POESSESIVE HC'S! ᵕ̈ ೫˚∗:

SMALL NSFW--marking! hickies!

fem! reader (only mentions of wearing a dress)

AKI ISNT A JEALOUS NOR POSSESSIVE MAN—

he's a young level-headed guy, who absolutely does NOT get possessive.. he’s someone who (he likes to think) has his life together! that being possessive is something for horny teenagers in high school and over-controlling boyfriends, well, that's what he likes to think. in reality, he is an incredibly possessive person—whether he realizes it or not🤭.

FOR EXAMPLE—

aki always slithers his arm around your waist when you two go somewhere; letting everyone know that you belong to him. he isn’t a guy who’s big on PDA—he thinks it’s something that is meant to be kept in private. but out in public he must have his arm around your waist at all times—he doesn’t even know when he wraps his arm around you…it’s became more like second nature.

ESPECIALLY—

during date nights. like going out to a bar together— it’s filled with drunken incels that can’t tell left from right nor can’t even keep their hands to themselves. Aki is always more touchy with you under these circumstances. He won’t just wrap his arm around your waist but touch you in any way to show you off. Placing his calloused hands on your upper thigh, placing his hands on your lower back that are drifting lower and lower by the minute, along with chaste neck kisses in dark corners.

Your entire presence is alluring—everything detailed aspect — so he wasn’t suprised when everyone’s eyes turned to you when you entered the bar. Aki’s grip on your waist tighten; glaring at lustful eyes that laid eyes on you.

Aki treaded behind you, making your way towards the packed bar—your hands intertwined together. The smell of alcohol was prominent in the air, presiding his worsening headache. He was never a big drinker—smoker, yes. He prefers to kill only one of organs at a time. The bar was mainly your idea, wanting to let loose a little—which he obliged (mainly wanting to see you wear that adorable pink body-con he just bought you).

“One sex-on-the-beach and one, on the rocks’”

You accept the drink graciously, drinking it almost immediately—letting the peachy drink slide down your throat before slamming it down on the bar.

Aki chuckles, “You know you shouldn’t drink so fast… your going to get a headache.” He takes a drink of his own glass, letting the bourbon burn his throat. His eyes are mesmerized by the sight in front of him; you. The tight pink dress hugged your curves in all the right way, pronouncing your figure beautifully. He drank in the very sight.

“Oh Akiii,” You slurred, “Lighten up! We’re here to have fun.” Your lips turned upwards to give Aki a toothy grin; a sign that your already tipsy. You curse at being a light weight.

Aki gave a hearty smile, his arm finding your waist once more, lazily wrapping around it as he listens to you ramble on whatver came across your mind at the moment. He loves moments like these. It felt like it was only you and him in the world and everything else faded into black. His entire focus was on you, adoring the way that your face lit up.

He fails to notive that your attention towards him derives, instead focused on something—someone else when your waist leaves his grip.

“Oh my god! I haven’t seen you in such a long time!!” He watched as you wrapped your arms around the stranger, their hands going a bit too low down your back.

Aki’s jaw visibility tightened, his usually calm demeanor cracking by the minute. His gaze hardened as if it cut through stone, starting daggers at the stranger who disrupted their date. The way your friend’s eyes looked at you; Aki knows those eyes. It’s the same way he looks at you. So, when he saw the way their eyes seemed to travel your body, he just about fucking lost it. You were too tipsy/ drunk to notice, but he did. All too well.

“Baby, let’s head out okay? It’s getting late.” Aki’s lips brushed against the shell of your ear, sending shivers down your spine, his voice low. You looked up at him with half lidded and tired eyes, nodding with a small smile that graced your face.

Your goodbyes with your friend were cut short as Aki hastily pushed you out the door, his hand resting lower than what it should be, pulling you close to him.

When you got into the car your lips were met with Aki’s harshy, devouring you hungrily. He almost shoved his tongue inside, intertwining with yours—sucking on your pink muscle. He bit hard, on your bottom lip, his teeth digging into them; oh he was pissed.

You broke the kiss, your lips a cherry red from its abuse, “What’s got you so angry Aki?” You teased as you licked your bruised lip, your eyes looked up at him with amusement, giggles slipping past your aching lips.

You could barely finish your sentence when Aki’s lips met with your neck, sucking and biting as much flesh as he could. His head was buried in your nape, his black hair tickling you as he tainted your pristine skin. Only whimpers left your mouth, as your hands gripped Aki’s hair, pushing him further into you.

Aki pulled away, his lips a bright pink, slick with salvia, admiring his work he had done on your bruised neck,” Your Mine .” He said his voice laced with jealousy and possessiveness. His usually slicked back hair was a mess— his whole composure a mess.

Makes you wonder what got him so worked up in the first place.

(.｡*☆)-- Authors Notes NOT PROOF READ,,, i just kinda busted this out of my ass,,,

#aki hayakawa #aki hayakawa x reader #chainsaw man #chainsaw man x reader #hayakawa aki #hayakawa aki x reader #aki x reader #hayakawa x reader #csm #x reader #csm fluff #csm aki #marking

[cyberstrm]

req: maybe another smth ab comforting aki? the brainrot is hitting hard rn

thank you for the request!! hope this is ok :)

sunkissed

aki hayakawa x gn!reader

cws: mild injury detail

"you look bored." you smirked, closing the hospital room door behind you. you sat down on the chair next to the bed, watching Aki as he sipped a mug of tea.

"i am bored. i've been here for three days..." he grumbled, giving you a side glance.

"poor aki." you teased, reached out and stroking his cheek gently. he closed his eyes and leant into your palm. aki had a hard exterior, but he always melted at your touch. he had been in the hospital for the past three days following a demon-related accident. you'd visited every day, even when he was sleeping.

"thanks for coming, love." he mumbled. "i know you have work to do."

"don't be silly, i'd chose you over work any day."

he smiled softly, and took your hand, and kissed it. "you're a good boyfriend, you know that, right?"

"shut up, idiot." you leant forward and kissed his lips.

"i can't wait to be out of this bed. if only i could just-" he tried to sit up, but winced and both hands rushed to his stomach.

"hey, hey." you soothed, softly pushing him back into bed. "you'll be better soon, but you need to rest for now, aki."

he sighed dejectedly. "i know. i just...."

you gazed at him sympathetically. as you looked at him, the view from outside the window caught your eye.

"hey, look." you pointed to the window, in which a sunset was spread across the horizon. pinks and oranges swirled between lilac clouds, golden rays shining into the dreary hospital room.

aki smiled, and you felt your heart leap. he was so pretty when he smiled.

"you're so pretty. even when you're injured."

he turned back to you, still smiling sleepily. "c'mere."

he opened his arms and you climbed into the small bed, snuggling into him, careful to avoid his injuries.

within minutes, akis snores filled the sunkissed room, and you too felt yourself drift into sleep in your aki's arms.

#aki hayakawa x y/n #aki hayawaka #aki x y/n #aki hayakawa x you #hayakawa aki x reader #aki hayakawa #chain saw man #csm #chainsawman masterlist #chainsaw man #x make reader #x gender neutral reader #aki x you #aki hayakawa x reader #hayakawa aki #aki x reader #hayakawa x reader

[f1gments]

Model! Aki | Hayakawa Aki Model AU | SFW

authors note: my mind is currently filled with aki brain rot and i currently imagine him as one of those ulzzang instagram models with the minimalist and monochromatic aesthetically pleasing feeds. his jawline and shoulders mmmf

+ I was listening to Malibu by pH-1 ft Mokyo and The Quiett.

Hayakawa Aki Model AU ft mentions of Kishibe, Yoshida Hirofumi, Quanxi and Makima

Content warnings : none. sfw.

- Model! Aki who gets approached by some scouts from a big shot modelling agency as he’s making his way home from his mediocre corporate job. He’s barely interested when they start asking him how tall he was, if he had any mixed blood in him and if was interested in being a model. To which he politely declines at first but with a rather cold and dismissive tone.

- Model Aki! who at first didn’t have that many followers on his twitter and instagram accounts where he would usually upload his outfits and the occasional selfie along with some of his paintings since he’s also into contemporary and surrealism art. A means of escape from the mundane life. I also think he would be into photography so sometimes he’d also post pics he had taken on his camera for his followers to see.

- The same modelling agency had contacted him through his socials this time, offering a good amount of money and told him he’d get to travel to various parts of the world. Now that seemed to pique his interest because then he began compiling a portfolio in case he ever made up his mind to join the agency.

- He was skeptical at first because most scouts in the city usually had a different type of “modelling” in mind. He wasn’t that stupid. He’d been given business cards by the two scouts who came up to him and did some research on their agency. Fortunately they weren’t some shady agency using the word modelling as a cover up to do adult movies. That JAV typa shit.

- It didn’t take him long to make up his mind lol since he’s been dreaming of going on a trip somewhere foreign and new for ages. He just hoped that they’d keep their word for that.

- Model Aki! who shows up at the modeling agency a few days after the agency had reached out to him. He’d signed his signature on several documents agreeing to be a member of CSM Elite - the name of the modeling company.

- Model!Aki who gets his first photoshoot session for an avant garde line. There didn’t need to be much smiling from him which he was secretly thankful for because he really wasn’t one who smiled easily. (If only he knew how attractive it was) He’s a natural at this because the photographer didn’t have any problems with getting him to pose in many different angles. It seemed that he was photogenic to the point that he didn’t need to do much posing anyway. It only took them about two hours maximum instead of a whole day.

- It had been a few weeks since he first started his job and his schedule seemed to get busier and busier. He was grateful for it but there were days when he just wanted to go back to the once boring and relaxing routine he had before becoming a model.

- Model!Aki who gets fawned over by all of the stylists and hairdressers assigned to him. They always tell him how handsome he looked and how lucky someone would be if he were their boyfriend. He would overhear their conversations about how tall or how cool and dreamy he looked.

- Model!Aki who makes eye contact with the camera so intense that sometimes the photographer gets a little flustered with his gaze. It’s not intentional though, he’s just doing his job.

-Model!Aki who goes for smoke breaks in between his photoshoots to which one point it funnily enough became a topic in a magazine article and some of his fans had sent in unique and cool stuff like ashtrays and lighters for him to keep. He cherishes every single one of them.

- Model! Aki who’s very polite and professional when speaking to his peers and other staff members at the agency. But sometimes they wish he could show a little more emotion off camera. Most of his responses would make a few of them uncomfortable with how monotonous and brief they were. His amazing effort during photoshoots make up for that however.

-Model!Aki’s first runway was a bit nerve of a racking experience since he had to walk in front of a crowd of people. Which he needed time with getting used to. As he stepped onto the stage platform he tried his best not to squint at the spotlight or make any sort of unnecessary movements that would ruin his first walk. He remained calm and composed like he usually was and he killed it.

- His first appearance on the cover of a magazine on the other hand is what gets his popularity skyrocketing over night - a rising newbie in the industry. Those who were interested in fashion and kept up with the magazine itself began posting pictures of him, asking “just who exactly was he?”

- His socials had gained an instant mass of followers and eventually his pics had been posted across several websites, articles and fan accounts. It really shocked him!

-Model!Aki who then gets along with a few of the top models in the same agency as him. He’s met with Kishibe, Quanxi, Makima and Hirofumi at a celebration party held in one of Tokyo’s elite and exclusive clubs. There were other members from agency that had come but Aki only managed to get comfortable with Kishibe who had been modelling since he was 18 and Hirofumi, although quite relatively new to the agency but not so much compared to Aki, had been modelling since he was a child.

-Model!Aki who’s obviously popular with the ladies; some of them were women of money and status but unfortunately Aki wasn’t really interested in getting to know any of them.

- Model!Aki who ends up getting invited on a few talk shows. Whenever the interviewers ask a question he holds the same blank expression he usually does, giving a shorter response than expected. He reminds himself to (shyly) smile at the camera every now and then so he doesn’t look entirely mean and it turns the crowd in the studio into a screaming mess.

-Model!Aki who finally fulfilled one of his dreams to go to the beautiful country of Italy where he got to do a photoshoot for a luxury perfume brand along with one of the female models from CSM elite who was assigned to be his partner for the shoot.

-Model!Aki who returns back to his new, quiet apartment since the old one could no longer fit the art pieces and souvenirs he had gotten from his last work trip. He plops himself onto the soft velvety material of his black Quilton sofa with an exhausted but content sigh as he thinks back to his life before all this fame came.

- Somehow he feels as if there’s something else missing in his life. It wasn’t money, or traveling since he already had and did plenty of that. He couldn’t quite put a finger on it. He falls asleep as the thought remains lingering in his head.

©️ don’t repost or claim my work as yours that’s all i ask.

#model!aki ⭐️ #aki hayakawa headcanons #aki hayakawa imagine #hayakawa aki headcanon #hayakawa x reader #aki hayakawa #hayakawa aki #csm imagine #csm headcanons #aki headcanons #csm aki #aki csm #chainsaw man aki #aki chainsaw man #kishibe #quanxi #makima #yoshida

[wolfnlamb]

A few weeks back, I got pretty sick one night, with full body aches, sweating and a fever.

All I could think about was how Aki would take care of you if you were sick. How he'd wonder why you hadn't woken up yet in the morning, come in to check on you and find you feverish under your sheets. He'd rest the back of his hand on your forehead and panic at feeling how hot you were. He'd try to coax you out from all the blankets, explaining how they would only make your temperate rise more. He'd hook his arms underneath you and carry you into the bathroom, and turn on the tub. He'd ask if you could get in the tub on your own, and if you sounded unsure or replied too groggily, he'd help you take off your sweat soaked pajamas. He'd run to the kitchen to fill a glass of cold water and insist you drink as many fluids as possible. He'd use a wash cloth to gently rub your back, neck, arms and pay special attention to your face, holding your hair back from your forehead. He'd stay home with you that day, have you lay in his lap on the couch, watching dumb movies. If you had a headache, he'd gently squeeze your temples, drag his fingers through your hair to ease the pain. He'd constantly be checking your temperate, either by hand or with the thermometer. If you didn't have an appetite, he'd get worried and ask that you a least have some saltines. He'd push one to your mouth, tell you "just one bite, thats all," and feel relieved when you could finally chew and swallow it. ♥︎

#aki hayakawa x reader #i just know he'd drop everything to take care of you #hayakawa x reader #aki hayakawa fluff #csm x reader

[karmaxella]

Hey, Aki!

character: aki hayakawa x fem!reader (pt 1/2)

part 2 here

content: fluff, suggestive convo, humour (?) JJK 0 reference (Panda, Yuta & Maki)

wc: 805

a/n: decided to write some Aki content and use the "Hey, Mickey!" by Baby Tate for inspo <33 pls enjoy and reblog ! (sorry for the incorrect grammar... I suck at it)

You're at the bus stop with your two best friends, as you wait for the ride to hurry up and pick you up, with your two besties.

But you've been standing here for twenty minutes and the bus hasn't shown up yet. And you're starting to get impatient.

"Ugh, where is this bus?" You turned to Yoshida and Denji.

"Girl, it's only been ten minutes," Denji patted your shoulder in the softest way possible, not wanting to set you up in flames of frustration.

"Boy, it's been TWENTY minutes!" You snapped.

"Calm down, it's not like it'll be gone forever," Yoshida snorted, before high-fiving Denji.

"You say that to me when we miss our bullet train to Kyoto," you comment.

Denji and Yoshida only bursted into a fit of laughter, clinching onto their stomach before standing and patting your head.

"Ah, you never get old Y/n," Denji snorted, "but the anger issues gotta go."

You immediately smacked him in the back of the head, because you're not the one to take disrespect.

"Denji," a voice speaks up from behind you three.

You turned around and you're met with blue dazzling eyes, making you tuck your hair behind your earlobe.

"Hey, Aki!" You smile.

"It's Hayakawa," Yoshida reminds you.

"Shut up. Let me have my moment," you pinched Yoshida's side, as you flash a sweet innocent smile at Aki.

Aki only watches you from where he stood, analyzing you and your appearance. And he wasn't sure if you were high or not, since you're all red and swaying on your heels.

"Are you high?" Aki asked.

You immediately looked at him, glaring at him. "I don't do drugs, nor do I smoke those cylinder wrapped tabocoo stuff."

You defend yourself and your beautifully, healthy lungs.

Aki only chuckled.

Oh Aki, you're so fine!

"So fine, you blow my mind," you mumbled.

Yoshida looked between you and Aki. A huge grin appears on his face, and he walks towards Aki.

He wrapped his long arm over his shoulder, bringing him close to his lips.

"Do you like big or small boobs?" Yoshida whispered.

Aki furrowed his brows, looking at Yoshida with a small confused look.

"What?" Aki asked.

"Small or big bitties?" Yoshida raises his brows up and down with a goofy grin.

Aki only hummed and began to ponder his answer, since he's never thought of what size cleavage he liked.

"I think I like them (your size) bitties," he chuckles softly.

Yoshida only bursts into laughter and turns to you.

"YOU HAVE A CHANCE Y/N!"

You jumped at how fucking loud your best friend was, and you immediately went to him and smacked him with your purse.

"Pervert!" You scolded Yoshida.

But Yoshida only laughs it off, giving you a light smack on the shoulder.

Aki stands there with a dumbfounded look on his face.

But everything seemed to sum up to him, since he could see it a mile away.

"I'm Y/n," you held out your hand for Aki to shake.

He only looks at your hand before responding. "Hayakawa AKI," he said.

He didn't even bother shaking your hand. Rude.

But suddenly, red marks were around his neck and you weren't dumb like a rock.

Those dumb red marks are fucking hickeys.

"Yoshida, can you get your uncle to pick us up?" You turned to Yoshida with a small frown.

Yoshida looked at you and only knew what you were frowning about, since you're sensitive to those who you like.

It wasn't called getting upset because your crush is a slut around campus, but you had obsession issues… Like a son of a bitch.

"Poor baby," Yoshida teases you, wrapping his arms around you.

"Catch you around, Hayakawa Aks," Yoshida waves him off.

Denji looked at Aki and decided to stay with him.

Betraying you and your bestie.

"It's Aki," Aki reminds him.

"Whatever Aks."

Denji grabbed a pebble from the ground and threw it towards Yoshida, as it hits him right in the head.

You pull on Yoshida's hand before he can turn around, dragging him towards the back alleys.

"Aki can screw off, because I don't care anymore," you muttered.

"You said that about Denji, and look what happened?" Yoshida reminds you.

*He's your best friend now," he walks behind you.

"That's different. My feelings changed when he said he liked that bitch named Asa or whatever that girl's name was," you snapped.

"Still."

"Aki– I mean, Yoshida, I don't care right now."

Yoshida only laughs and wrapped his arms around you, as the both of you walk towards the café.

"We'll forget about Devil Hunting today," he mumbles into your hair.

"Let's go get coffee!"

"We're going there now."

When you and Yoshida are too busy with your conversation… Another voice spoke up.

"Hey, Y/n!"

I don't ship Asa x Denji, but it was the only character I can think of 🥲🥲 no this doesn't follow the Chainsaw Man timeline

- karmaxella

#aki hayakawa x reader #aki hayakawa #csm x reader #chainsaw man #aki chainsaw man #aki x reader #aki fluff #hayakawa x reader #csm anime #follow #followme

[ogkitkaat]

I'VE BEEN SILENT FOR FAR TOO LONG!!

i want to come home to aki, splayed out on the couch!

a lit cigarette in his mouth, but he's not smoking it despite their being fresh ash in the tray, it's just hanging there as he's completely leaned into the seat.

"my love, i told you to not do that inside anymore," my lips form a thin line across my face as i express my dislike and disappointment. i would sigh as he remains silent, thinking he's ignoring me and i immediately begin worrying that i'm pestering him. nagging him about what he can do in his own apartment. i did move in with him after all.

"aki?" moving closer to him i see he's actually asleep. his mouth slightly agape as the cigarette teeters dangerously close, wanting to succumb to the will of gravity. "oh aki, poor baby." i coo, carefully taking the cigarette from him mouth and tamping it out on the ashtray.

carefully, i would beging loosening his tie, taking off his shoes, undoing his belt and uniform to make sure he was comfortable. poor guy must've had another rough day at work. of course he did, being a devil hunter mustn't be easy. sometime between me removing his belt and going to his shoes, i imagine he wakes up. i won't notice it, i'm too focused on my task. it wouldn't be until i notice the slight change in the air around me and when he, of course, calls my name.

"what- whatre you doing?" his voice is soft, quiet and exhausted.

"i'm just taking care of you, you were passed out." by this time, i've removed his shoes and was looking at him. trying to figure out what he needed. "i was just.. trying to have a break before starting dinner. i'm sorry, i didn't mean to." i know he's talking about the cigarette, it's scent still fresh in the air surrounding us. just us.

"that's not important now, love. what's important now..." i slowly begin making my way into his lap, legs on either side of him and my arms wrapping around his torso. my head resting and nuzzling into his chest, taking in his scent. the cologne he wore just a faint memory as it's worn down throughout the day. the smell of tobacco now wrapped around him, and while on anyone and anywhere else, i would hate it but on him? oh, how it smells divine.

"what's important now, is that you're taken care of." i say and he sighs, his arms around me now, taking in all me. "you don't need to take care of me, sweetheart." i would laugh, slightly, and raise my head to look at him. "i don't want to hear it, you're going to sit here and look pretty, relaxing, having a drink while i make dinner for us tonight."

leaning forward, foreheads connecting i would continue my little speech.

"i'll never know the extent of what you have to go through every day. i just know it's never easy, you come exhausted every single day and i'm worried about you aki. you never talk about it." he remains quiet and i keep going, "there's some things i'll never know and that's okay but i just wish you would talk to me sometimes."

his hold around me would tighten as he brought me closer, our foreheads pressing even closer together if that were possible. "i don't want to burden you with that kind of stuff-"

"i'm gonna stop you there. aki, you and me are the same in which we don't like to rely on others. but i know that i can rely on you, i want you to know that you can rely on me too. about anything."

i would stare at him, while he looked anywhere but my eyes. sighing, i would shift to rest my head on his shoulder, closing my eyes. "stop being so silly already and you can tell me what's bugging you over dinner." he hums and takes my head gently in his hand, guiding me back to him. at this point, tears were forming in the corners of my eyes. not for any real reason, i suppose. maybe because i just love him so much.

"i know i can't take your pain away, but i just want to be able to help you." i sniffle now, and i know ive just made him feel worse. i didn't mean to. he carefully holds my face with both his hands and wipes my eyes gently. "i'm sorry, i'm so sorry i've been making you feel like this." he mumbles as his thumb gently begins caressing my face. i lean further into his touch, as he begins to speak softly to me again. "just have a little bit more patience with me, love. i can't just open up overnight,"

"i know! i'm aware! but it sucks seeing you struggling through something all by yourself. you don't have to tell me right away, but it's like i said, you don't have to go through it alone."

i pout as i stare at him, trying to read him as if just staring at him would allow me to see into his mind and pick out every worry and struggle that was causing conflict within him. his hands slowly move from my face, trailing slowly down my body, his touch alone sending shivers down my spine. he leans forward, resting his head on my shoulder as one hand rests on my hip and the other trails down my arm until our hands are connecting. i instantly intertwine our fingers, yearning for that closeness, and the extra comfort and assurance that i am his. and only his.

"i know it won't happen overnight, or a few days and i know you need time and space," my free hand slowly runs up his arm, and i feel him place a gentle kiss underneath my jaw, "and i won't push you further until you're ready," my hand is at his head now, fingers itching to run thru his hair and feel him melt into my touch. "but what i can ask of you now is please," i slowly push his hair out from his ponytail, feeling it fall and relax after being up for who knows how long.

"can we please start dinner now?"

#i needed to post this #this is so self indulgent #i want to hold him #i want to hold his hand #he's so pretty #aki #hayakawa #hayakawa x reader #reader being me

[chosos-mascara]

movie night

𝙖𝙠𝙞 𝙝𝙖𝙮𝙖𝙠𝙖𝙬𝙖 𝙭 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧

𝘀𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆 - after only a week dating aki, neither of you could hold back on waiting.

𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 - creampie, aki calls you 'baby' 1k words

A line of kisses along your collarbone, hands gliding upward from your hips to chest, blue eyes lapping up the sight beneath as you'd smiled back, encouraging him further.  "Are you sure?" Aki questioned with some reluctance as his touch slowed, awaiting your consent before pushing further.  "Of course I'm sure, Hayakawa." Smirk playing on your lips, you placed fingers over his, guiding him toward what had been his goal.

Once cupping over your breast and allowing a squeeze over the skin, you'd removed your touch, allowing Aki to take control once more. He hadn't needed further persuasion, fingers gliding over your torso and rolling over one nipple, though quickly changing direction as he felt himself unable to draw out what had been intended. Hooking digits through the waistband of your thong, he pulled the garment downward, slight lowered as he took in the nudity beneath him, free hand absentmindedly palming the bulge within his trousers. 

Finally. Although only dating for a week, you'd worked years beside Aki, building up tensions you hadn't realised had been so close to a tipping point. Following the shitty Blockbuster movie you hadn't payed much attention to, neither party had been able to stand the pull toward the other, ending in a heated make-out session and desire to take things further. "I didn't bring condoms." His actions spoke louder than the words he'd spoken, pulling trousers downward and allowing himself to spring upward against bare stomach. The sight had been one you'd pictured for years, and finally able to indulge within. Slim, yet muscled, v-line and abs defined beneath soft skin. 

"Want you bare." You'd whispered the statement, bringing your knees closer toward your chest. Aki hadn't been able to stop himself staring at the way your pussy had looked between parted legs, the position you'd been forced into while laying beside the couch cushions had pushed your folds a little closer together. When moving forward to line himself with you, the warmth of his cock trailed your inner thigh before his tip had entered into cunt, a sigh of relief escaping you before he'd pushed further. 

Bare had felt good. Aki hadn't too much experience with anything other that quick one-night stands, a lack of love while chasing the need for release, pounding hips against one another while driven by lust. He hadn't thought much into relationships, or at least, hadn't found himself interested. You were different, though. Years he'd spent looking at you as if the only person in the room, wondering if he'd voiced his affection toward you that you'd accept him. Late nights fisting over his leaking cock as he pictured you beneath him but being riddled with guilt after letting go. Feeling your walls hug him without a barrier had him twitching inside you, a groan falling from his lips as he fought to keep his eyes from rolling backward.  

"Feel s' good, baby." He inhaled deeply, much like the drawn out drags he'd taken from cigarettes after a stressful day. You'd be his new cure-all, a roll of his hips as he'd felt on cloud nine and sweet whines from your lips when he'd pushed himself deeper or drawn back only to give you the full length moments later. A sensation you hadn't known you'd needed between your legs as you'd tried to spread yourself wider - only to be blocked by the couch cushion beside you. 

Aki leaned forward once more, hair brushing your skin as his face came closer to your own, lips molding against yours with breaths mingling and nose bumping yours with each thrust. The kisses were sloppy, neither party entirely cognizant, rather too focused on the feelings within your cores. Aki had tasted as you'd expected; menthol and tobacco. Scents that you'd catch yourself indulging in when he'd come in from the cold, a waft flowing from his person and into your presence - yet another comforting thing he'd brought you in secrecy. You wouldn't dare tell him back then that you'd been nearing to falling in love with him; you could barely muster out the truthful confession only a week ago. 

Within this moment, history had replayed between both bodies, creating a deeper meaning within the present. Two people longing over one another for years, to share this moment, now. His lips pulled from yours, eyes settled on your expression and a groan from his chest, teeth setting into bottom lip. Aki looked beautiful, hair falling to either side of his face and dancing with each roll of hips, the tip of locks tickling over his shoulders. Blue gaze locked on you, losing himself in the way you'd looked at him, a lust filled daze weighing over skin. 

Your back had arched and head thrown back when he'd picked a pace, hands running over your torso to halt at your hips, fingers digging into the plush. His sight dropped to the source of lewd sounds and pleasure, watching as the thick of his cock disappeared into you. When drawing out, the sheen of his base a reminder of the arousal you'd created, all due to his body, his movements. Small things that added onto the surreal nature of euphoria you'd shared.  "Fuck," Aki breathed, mouth dropping open for a moment and brow furrowing before he'd been able to formulate a sentence. "Gonna fill this pretty cunt." 

Such profound words had been the last thing you'd expected to flow from Aki's tongue, yet you felt yourself tightening around him, a hum of approval while watching through half-lidded eyes as he'd pushed himself forward, now pelvis to pelvis. Jaw dropping wide and pupils rolling back, Aki groaned - this time allowing white ropes to paint the walls he'd wanted to be within forever. Only when allowing a slurry of moans and his body to stop stuttering had he been pulled back to the world around him. His grip loosened, the fingers once close to bruising your body with a death grip had now caressed your face, a gentle kiss on your forehead. 

#aki x reader #aki x reader smut #aki hayakawa drabble #aki hayakawa smut #aki hayakawa x reader #aki hayakawa x reader smut #aki csm x reader #aki smut #aki chainsaw man #aki chainsaw man smut #aki self insert #hayakawa aki #hayakawa smut #hayakawa x reader

[kvilolas]

DO NOT SCROLL IF YOU HAVEN’T READ THE MANGA

Idk he was so… 🫦

#aki hayakawa #hayakawa x reader #chainsaw man #aki <3 #akiangel

[kingsleydied]

Forgiveness // Hayakawa x reader

Warnings: Includes angst. Reader gets called darling. Reader gets in fight with Hayakawa. Happy ending. Also a note that I have never posted on tumblr before so idk what im doin’.

Background: For this fic pretend that Power and Denji don't live with Hayakawa.

Words: 2,780+

Hayakawa had always been a busy man, occupied with work with trying to hunt some type of devil down or another. As you knew he practically lived at work, you'd prepared yourself to expect less date nights and more sleeping alone on the warmth of your bed. Though as you made yourself aware of these flaws of the man, you meant it when you said you loved him with all of your heart.

Hayakawa was the man who had rescued you with the help of a massive ghostly wolf- the Fox Devil as he refers to it. You could recall the traumatic experience like it was only yesterday. The gruesome Bat Devils seemed as if it had randomly generated out of nowhere, crashing onto a building in town. Nearly knocked by flying bricks, you screamed in terror as you recalled the way to moved it's large, unwelcomed hand towards you, knowing you were defenseless against such a creature, you let yourself become mesmerized by the shadowing hand of the Bat Devil. Though you may have not realized it, a man was near by, a man who was willing to help. Of course, Hayakawa wouldn't let you, a normal citizen in his eyes be eaten in such a manner.

Once bringing the Fox Devil out, you gasped as you watched the closing in hand dart away as the fox took its sharp white teeth into him. The cry of the Bat Devil deafened the world around you, cutting off your attention to the surrounding cries of other citizens. Before you could watch the massive Bat fight back, Hayakawa had managed to throw you over his shoulder and ran before anymore falling glass or bricks could hurt you. Barely able to comprehend what was happening, you huffed, loosing your breath as you felt your heart rate increase dramatically.

As you were carried as well as forcing yourself to learn how to breathe from being terrified by the monstrous devil, you were sat down on the hard ground, the screaming of the Bat Devil finally weakening. Managing to breath a bit better, you peered up, only to be met the eyes of your savior. The man towering over you stood tall, his dark hair brushed into a mess since the events, and you would never forget the way his ocean eyes carved into your frightened figure. A strange feeling swept over you. It was love at first sight for the both of you, the rest labeled history.

Until today.

It was a rare time for the two of you, your boyfriend unbelievably had a free moment to spare, at last a free day to spend with one another, and you knew better than to waste such precious time with him. In your shared living space with Hayakawa, provided by his job, it was just the right amount of cozy for just the two of you, you had set up a little stay at home date, a movie ready to start, snacks and goodies laid out on the coffee table which sat by the television, and the softest blanket in all of the house spread itself on the couch. Maybe not as fancy or as amusing in the eyes of others, but you had always found the simplest things romantic as long as you spent it with your favorite Devil hunter. And you hoped he felt the same way.

Thinking of said Devil hunter, the man was nowhere to be seen. In fact, the entire apartment was filled with silence, not a thing stirred in the home it seemed. Confused, you began to question if you forgot to inform him of the event you had scheduled for the two of you. But you could remember him telling you about his one day off, how you beamed with excitement about the moment, knowing fully well you could commit to this every project for him. Head racking with all different kinds of thoughts, you walked into your bedroom to search for your missing boyfriend, wondering if he'd lost track of time and needed a reminder.

Not a negative thought went through your mind as you twisted the bedroom doorhandle, expecting to see him relaxing in the bed on his day off, as it would only make sense. But to your dismay, he wasn't laying in bed comfortably, but instead scrolling on his phone, a sheet of paper gripped in his other hand. You raised an eyebrow at his doings, skepticism wrapped you in its arms. Was he working on his day off?

"Hayakawa?" You spoke softly, the confusion translated through your voice.

Just as you provoked the quietness in the room, he glanced away from his phone, his eyes appearing duller and more tired than usual. You were used to his entire face lightening up just enough for you to notice whenever he set eyes on you, but nothing changed this time. Suddenly, his eyebrows frowned at you.

"What is it, darling?" You weren't sure if you were imagining it or not, but his tone was sharp and seemed to went to already draw away from conversation.

"I've set up the movie. There's snacks out here too." Smiling lightly, you realized his deadpan expression hadn't changed. "Uh, I mean, the date we planned earlier is ready. Aren't you coming out of the bedroom anytime soon anyway? It is your day off, you surely don't want to spend it all cooped up."

His attention had left you, his thumb began to scroll and click on certain buttons on his phone. "I'm actually doing some work right now. I probably won't be finished for a while."

Stunned by his words, you felt your heart drop. "What? I thought you were free today? Why are you working on your day off?" The piece of paper and him researching whatever he needed to on his phone didn't make sense to you. He had never done any work on his phone before as you recalled. You didn't think his job as a Devil hunter allowed him to work from home at all in the first place.

"Makima just texted me a hour or two ago. Told me about some documents I have to..." His voice disappeared, leaving his sentience hanging. But you wanted an explanation, not dead ends.

"But about the date tonight..?" You questioned, hoping to reclaim his eye contact.

Annoyed, Hayakawa grunted. "I thought I told you I wouldn't be done for a while? I'm kind of busy right now. We can do it a different night."

More and more, you could feel not just sadness about the way he was acting, but anger was brewing. Who knew when a 'different night' would be. "You really can't even take a break for a night? A night to spend with me? I barely get to see you, and I even got all the stuff around for you."

Once again he made a bothered noise in response. "I can't just pick and choose when and when not to work you know." Finally, he looks up from the phone, but not in the way you wanted him to. "And you know for a fact that I'm always busy. I can't spend time with you because of my job. You should be aware by now that I can't always be around here."

His words stung you, and with rage building up, holding back wasn't a option. "You never are!" You shout at him, rage bubbling up inside of you. "You're never here and now you're ignoring me for some random job that your boss called you last minute to do? What about me? When do you and I ever get to spend time together?" Teeth gritted tightly together, you watched his stern face watch yours.

"Not everything can be about you, Y/n," His tone sharp and his volume grew. "I have to do work to find this damn devil."

Tears started to spring into your orbs, pulse sounding through your own ears. Anger and sadness played with your thoughts, dread begun holding hands with it also. You only stood and followed his figure as it placed the paper and phone aside, rising from his chair by the desk, he stepped closer towards where you stood. Slowly, you bowed your head, unable to make eye contact with him.

"Forget this," you spat with pure anger "I don't want to be with someone who never spends time with me, or even acknowledges me. I shouldn't have to be let down like this all the time. We're over, Hayakawa."

Longingly, you wished to be able to turn your head up and face the dark haired man, but you didn't have the heart to do so. Silence killing you, the despair you felt would only thrive the longer you stayed in the same room as your recently established ex-boyfriend. Without another thought, you spun to the doorway of the shared bedroom of your apartment, dashing as you went through. Legs pumping away from the man who once stood before you, the walls almost deafened the call he cried as you ran to the exit.

"Wait Y/n! Let's talk about this! I'm sorry!" Footsteps followed with his statements, but you would rather die than to speak to such an egotistic person like him again. So you kept your pace, jogging on ahead in the attempt of leaving the apartment building in total.

The feeling of wet streaks ran down your face, making your body feel discouraged to run in the heart broken condition you were in. Quiet sobs matched with your heavy breathing as you made it to the stairs of the building, each step seemed much more difficult to step on than the last, almost as if they had gotten more narrower as you traveled on. Rushing down the steps in desperation of escaping Hayakawa's slight in case he were to follow after you, the tip of one of the last steps of a space platform caught on the top of your foot, making you lose all of your remaining balance. Gasping as you began to fall head first down the stairs, you braced yourself for the impact of pain you were about to be exposed to.

Coldness. That's what you felt. Pain framed the emptiness you felt along with it. The hard as rock floor sent a sensual uncomfortable feeling to the side you laid on, but you tried as you were, you couldn't have possibly cared. Pain shot through your skull, left shoulder in rips of a sour feeling as well. Groaning, you put a hand to your forehead, heat immediately met your hand. You felt sick as you laid helplessly on the icey floor, though you wished to recover enough to get up, your poise was far too low for anything of the such.

You could've counted the few seconds you were alone on the stairwell before the echoing sound of raining footsteps came around. Closing your eyes tightly, you didn't even want to think about what your ex would think of you now, too unwell to stand on your own two feet. Lazily, you stretched a arm over your forehead, hoping silently that the earth would swallow you whole before he would met eyes of the mess of your crying face.

"Y/n?" You heard a familiar voice call lightly and of concern, only to hear a gasp not even a second later. "Are you alright?"

Hayakawa rushed to your fallen figure, his worried eyes peered down at you in genuine regraud , hands carefully pulled the arm that rested on your forehead away.

"Y/n," he repeated "please, answer me, are you alright?"

More tears fell from your eyes as your teeth gritted. You were unsure your hoarse voice would even be understandable through all of the weeping you had done previously. Turning on your right side, your hands shielded your face as you started to cry in them, teardrops captured by them.

Hayakawa spoke no words for a moment, the stairwell filled with only silence disturbed by the sounds of your wailing self. Soon, the coldness of the uncomfortable floor had departed from you, replaced with the warmth and comfort of the clothed arms of your used-to-be lover. You continued to cry, submissive to being carried back up the way you had come.

"Shhh," His soft voice started again. "I'm really sorry. I shouldn't have acted like that... I know I've been distant for a while. I'm here now though. I'm sorry."

He carried you back into your apartment, keeping you on the couch as he pondered in the kitchen as you sat quietly, still sniffing as you kept curled up. Knees up to your chin, you listen in as you heard the flowing sounds of running water and a slight ripping of some sort of plastic. Hayakawa returned, you could feel his presence. You heard a glass cup being sat on the coffee table in front of you, but you dared not to peer up to find out what it contained.

A hand was placed on your hurt shoulder.

"Are you well enough to talk?"

You began to feel bad about ignoring his questions, as they were in concern about your heath and he only wished to check if you were alright. So with the clearest voice you possessed , you spoke up to answer his question. "Yes." It was rough, but understandable.

A sigh of a relief could be heard as you sat still cuddled to your knees.

"Are you alright?"

At first you just nodded, but a audible reply followed close behind. "Yes. I'm ok."

"Thank goodness," he paused "I was...worried when I seen that you had fallen. And I'm... I really am sorry. I didn't mean to put my work in front of you. I just needed to get the work done and thought I would just complete it then. I know I'm not here an awful lot, but please, please don't leave me. I love you. But of course I understand if things just aren't working out, you deserve better than this. But at least hear me out before you go."

Tears swelled up in your orbs again, strolling down your heated cheeks too quickly for your liking. The motivation had finally sprung up within you to unbuckle your knees from your chin, sitting upright, you could at last Hayakawa's face. You studied how sad and tired he looked, realizing he may not be tired from work but from you. The heartbreak was written all over his grim expression. Swallowing hard, you wiped the still rolling tears off the sides of your cheeks before clasping his own, feeling the soft pale skin beneath your palm made you feel warm inside, remembering all times before you'd done the exact same thing.

"I would never leave you Hayakawa. I'm far too in love with you to do that. I know you're not always here, but when you are, you're the best thing that's ever happend to me. Earlier, I only said I was leaving you because I was mad at you for not spending much time with me. But I'm aware of your busy job. I love you too." You smile at him, though you're self aware that you don't appear as you're regular self with your reddened eyes from crying, you knew he wouldn't care.

A matching smile came across his face as well, his head leaning into your palm for a second before coming up, leaving your hand in the air as he kissed you passionately. His kisses always held meaning behind them, you were sure that this one meant that this one meant he felt guilty and held responsibility for your crying and pain caused on the stairwell. Though he may have caused those things, you would make sure he didn't feel that way as he was perfect in your eyes.

The kiss ended, Hayakawa stared into your beaming but saddened eyes for a moment longer before turning towards the TV hanging on the wall. Turning back to his original position, one arm wrapped around you, he asked a simple question.

"Care to join me for a date?"

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