#ok back to fem akashi

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the ask was for a sanzu x fem reader nsfw and they’re both getting high together in the car and they do the thing where they bloke smoke in each other’s most and one things leads to another. But I thought it would be funny of on the middle of their sesh, ran calls and idk you could decide if he answers or not. Lol

— mile high club

ø contents: smoking, smut, possessiveness, fluff, takeomi slander ish bc i hate the mf, friends to lovers, mutual oblivious pining, akashi brothers' mentioned beefing

o word count : 7.1k.

ø notes: is it even a sanzu fic if i dont include some sort of tension and psychological explanation to do with the neglect he faced from Takeomi? no? ok anyway...

@wenumsmol 🫶🏾

The sun sets over the streets of Tokyo when you park the car in the garage of the Akashi household, having dropped Haru off at home since you’re now his designated driver because his license got suspended for reckless driving.

“We’re here.” The car shuts off when you turn the key, both hands resting on the wheel like the professional, respectable driver you are. “Now get out of my car.”

Sanzu groans from the backseat, laying flat on his back, hand splayed over his forehead, the cold heat from his hands doing wonders to soothe his burning headache. 

“Oi.” Over your shoulder, you peek at him, fighting the urge to poke him awake. “I said we’re here.”

“I know.”

“ So…get out?”

“I don’t wanna.”

“You don’t—” You bite your words, stopping yourself to give yourself time to take a deep breath, soothing your bubbling frustration before it erupts. “You don’t want to enter your own house?”

He raises a long, slender finger, pointing insistently out the window. You follow his gaze to the back corner of the garage, Takeomi’s bike perched on its stand. 

“Ohhh,” you realise, unbuckling your seatbelt to turn and face him fully. “Well..you can’t avoid him forever.”

He removes his hand from his forehead, eyebrows knitted, forehead creased as he glares at you. “Watch me.”

“I’m serious, Haru.”

“So am I.” He’s sitting up, face stern and serious, you swear his green eyes practically glow in the dark as they catch the edge of the yellow tint garage light. 

When it comes to Takeomi, Haruchiyo mainly plans on avoiding him at all costs, dodging him around the house, wearing headphones at full volume just to drown out the sound of his brother’s voice, not coming back home for days on end, rather spending the night at yours or Mikey’s house.

He’s developed different coping mechanisms : talking to Mikey is a big help, though Mikey isn’t one for therapeutic advice, he’s still willing to lend a helping ear and listen to Haruchiyo rant on and on. It’s not much help though, only hearing responses like ‘ hm ’ , ‘ oh ’, and ‘ah’,  maybe if Mikey has a little energy left in him, he’d nod occasionally, but that’s about as much help as you’d get. 

His second coping mechanism is you,  someone he’d befriended a couple months back and kept you by his side secretly ever since, using you as a personal chauffeur and a therapist, but more importantly a best friend. Someone who’d be there for him without judging him and his dirty secrets; someone who likes to be around him not because they’re scared or intimidated, but because they enjoy his presence. 

He cannot be in the right state of mind when talking to his brother, not wanting to remember their interactions in the morning, so he relies on getting stoned or drunk to wipe his memory. It’s a potentially dangerous mechanism, but Sanzu enjoys the adrealine rush of trying something new, enjoys the out of body experiences, the fuzzy feelings, the wild imaginations and visions that make his world look colourful rather than monochromatic. 

“Haru.” You call his name with that sweet voice of yours, one that makes his heart warm. “You can talk to me about anything, okay? I’m always gonna be here for you.” 

He’s looking down at his lap, mouth twisted in a way he always does when he’s deep in thought. You can’t help but wonder just what’s going through that brain of his, knowing fully that up there is a mess of unorganised feelings and emotions he’d never been able to fully process.

“Haru. Is everything oka—”

“You know what I want?” He cuts you off, changing topics with a bright smile. 

His decision to switch topics isn’t something that offends you, knowing that he takes time to fully open up and you’re willing to wait as long as he needs. “What do you want, Haru?”

“I want weed.”

“There’s no weed, wait. What are you doin—” He moves quickly, his lean body brushing past yours, balancing a hand on your lap for leverage as he reaches inside the glove compartment pulling out his stash. “What the hell! You stashed your crap in my car?!”

“Of course I did.” He cackles at the dumbfounded look on your face, moving to the backseat. “Where else would I put it?”

“Uh—I don’t know? Your room? Anywhere but my damn car! I got pulled over the other day. What if I had gotten caught and they searched my car?”

“Did you?” He shrugs half heartedly, opening the ziplock bag. Almost instantly the car smells of marijuana, your nose wrinkles as you try to process it. 

“Well, no…but that’s not the point!”

“Shhhh,” he shushes you, taking his time to roll his blunt, all the while you’re glaring at him. “Stop pouting. You should be thanking me.”

“For what?”

“This.” He licks the joint to seal it, lifting it towards you like it’s his artistic masterpiece. The smile on his face screams child proud of their school project, diamond scars stretching cutely as his smile only widens. “It’s strong. Try it.”

“It better be.” You snatch it from his hands, holding it between your teeth as you manouevr yourself to the backseat to seat beside him. 

His chin is heavy on your shoulder as he watches you light it, wanting to be as close to you as possible not only to get a whiff of that perfume he loves that you practically drown yourself in, but to see your initial reaction to the weed. 

The smoke burns your throat before you could fully inhale, coughing violently whilst pounding on your chest to ease it. Haruchiyo grabs water from the front, tossing it to your lap as you erupt in a series of coughs. “What is that?” 

“I dunno.” He eyes the joint between his two fingers, looking oddly fascinated by it. “I just heard it was strong.”

“No shit.” It hurts when you talk, still feeling the ghost of smoke searing your oesphagus. 

His spare hand hooks onto your legs, and you yelp as he swings them over on his lap, slender fingers rubbing up and down your thigh as he smokes. “You’ll get used to it.”

“I don’t wanna.” You shift upwards on the seats, sitting on his lap, wrapping an arm around his shoulders to rest your forehead against the side of his face and shoulder. The scent of his cologne is overpowered by the marjiuana, but it’s still visible, dipping your face between his neckline and sighing. “This one is too much.” 

“Are my eyes red?” His jaw moves when he speaks, and it tickles as his smooth skin brushes against your cheek.

It pains you to move from your current position, his warmth and scent are soothing to you, but you shift back, turning the car lights on to see better. The corners of his eyes are red, and he’s struggling to keep them fully open. 

“Yeah, they are.” The urge to brush his cheeks is tempting, and your fingers twitch and hesitate by your side.

“Hey hey, wanna see somethin’ cool?” When you nod, he shifts upwards, his hand grabbing to hold onto your waist to ground you before you slip off his lap. 

The sudden contact had you stiffening, blood roaring in your ears as his strong hand held your side. You watch him perform a trick, his diaphragm contracting as he inhales, lips pursed as he exhales, several rings of smoke following suit. Your brows raise in surprise, ready to praise him when he sucks it all back in with one huge breath, the rings dismantling in the air. 

He turns back to look at you, chin high in the air, eyes tinted red gleaming as he grins at you, cheerful and animated. You can’t help it, reaching out to cup his soft cheeks with one hand, tracing over the outline of his lips, the shape of his scars with your thumb. 

It’s like he’s frozen stiff as your fingers feel up his face, and he blinks at you as you look at him with those soft eyes of yours. “You’re so cute, Haru.”

His eyes dilate; from the light in the car, or the strong weed you don’t know, can’t tell. What you can tell is that from his silence, his mind is running wild, thoughts bouncing across his brain from left to right, mirroring the way his eyes dart over your face, your lips, and the curve of your nose.

“So are you.” The words spill out from his lips faster than the blush creeps onto his cheeks. He looks away, embarrassed, clearing his throat before smoking from the joint again. “I learnt it from Ran. That useless lazy fucker is sometimes helpful.”

“Ran, huh?” Your fingers find themselves latched to the front strands of his hair tucked into a ponytail, twirling it on your fingertips. “He’s the tall one, right?”

He chuckles, short and amused, voice muffled from the joint between his lips. “All my friends are tall, ya know?”

“Well maybe if you let me around your friends, I’d be able to identify them.”

“You’ll live without ‘em,” he says, blowing smoke in your face, snorting when you cough and swat the smoke away, then try to hit the side of his face, only for him to catch your hand in time. “Your reflexes suck ass.”

You struggle to shift your hand from his grip, frowning at him. “I’m not a ninja.”

“I can teach you to be one.” 

“You a sensei, now?”

“I’m anything and everything. Like Batman.” 

He smiles when you laugh softly, the sound making him feel lightheaded, paired along with the weed flowing through his veins. “Batman is rich, though. You’re not.”

“I can steal money, all is good.” His hand, warm and hot, slides under the hem of your shirt, leaving a searing trail behind his movements that burns into your skin. “I’ll buy you anything once I get rich. Promise.”

He’s been subtly leaning closer as he speaks the whole time, but you don’t notice until his forehead brushes yours and you’re both staring at each other, daring the other to move closer.  “ Anything? ”

Green eyes fall down to your lips, not even trying to look subtle. “Anything.”

Fuck, at this angle you look so pretty, staring down at him with those dreamy eyes of yours, looking at him like he’s the most precious thing in the world. He always feels like that around you, another reason why he loves getting high around you. It forces him to be vulnerable around you, letting the feelings he’s been shovelling down refsurface.

Though it’s risky, and there’s nothing more he fears than rejection, he’s always been a risk taker. You make him feel good with your words, your presence, your voice, the silly moments you two share alone in his car, your room, his room. 

Your lips are what he favours the most on your face, always glossy with whatever flavour lipbalm you wear that day, and he physically fights the urge to kiss them just to guess it. His eyes are drawn towards your lips like a magnet. The way you bite at them when you’re focused, chew on the skin when you’re nervous, lick them when they’re dry, he notices, and wonders how soft they truly are.

“Do…do you wanna kiss me?” Your question catches him off guard, brows knitting in confusion as he wonders if he’s been speaking his thoughts aloud this entire time, but in truth, he’s been making his intentions obvious as he’s been staring at nothing but your lips the entire time.

“Huh? Don’t be weird.” He instantly facepalms himself mentally, fighting the urge to turn back time to take back his words, but it’s too late when your brows rise, lips parting slightly in surprise before looking down at your lap with a slight frown.

“Oh, sorry. That was weird, wasn’t it?”

“It’s fine.” His heart stings in his chest, he can feel it clenching painfully leaving nothing but a hollow feeling in the depths of his stomach when he realises you’re upset. “Why’d you ask that anyway?”

Maybe he can shift the narrative, find out a way to spin the conversation back to kissing. He still has a chance. “Have you never kissed anyone before?”

“I have!” The pout is back on your face, but not from being sad; he can tell the difference, so he sighs in relief. But still…the way your lower lip juts out slightly has him fighting the urge to tug and bite at it. “I’m not a virgin, idiot.”

He doesn’t bother trying to hide the surprise on his face, and you notice. “What? It’s that hard to believe someone would fuck me? Am I that ugly or something?” 

The effects of the weed start kicking in,  now you feel yourself getting emotional over nothing.

“I never even said anything.” 

“You didn’t need to. I’m not stupid, Haru.”

He flexes his jaw as he glares at you, trying to shovel his anger down. The argument is pointless, so he stays silent, bringing the blunt back to his lips. He inhales it for longer this time, and it can’t possibly be healthy for his lungs, but he doesn’t care.

“What time is it?” you ask, and his hand squeezes your waist tighter, stopping you from squirming from his lap.

“Why do you need the time?”

“Because I gotta get going at seven.”

“...why ?”

“Because…” you chirp, shifting to face him with a huge smile on your face, “I’ve got a date.” 

When you bite down on your lip, he can’t even be bothered to look down at it, or notice it. It’s silent in the car as you wait for Haru to be your best friend/wingman that hypes you, ask you for his name, height, age, job, personality, whatever. But he’s silent, face unreadable, and the tension in the car rises thick when he continues to stay silent; your excitement fades along with your smile.

He knows he’s been silent for too long, now everything is awkward, but he can’t find the right words to say. Congratulations? It’s just a date, what do you expect him to do? Find you wedding rings? 

His brain isn’t co-operating either, not in the right state of mind to process his words like a filter, so he says nothing before he says something he’ll regret.

“...Anyway,” you have to choke your words out, refusing to show your slight embarrassment, “hurry up and get high, so I can leave and get laid.”

“I am high.”

“Then I can leave.”

“No, you can’t.” He glares back when you glare at him, but he can’t find it in himself to control himself any longer. Maybe it was a bad idea to get high in a confided space with you, on his lap, with your face so close to his. 

“Why can’t I?”

“...’cause he’s a loser, and you don’t wanna get laid by a loser.”

You snort. “He’s the only loser available, so maybe I do want to.”

“What if…there’s another loser available?” He goes stiff and still when your eyes flick up to his face, looking concentrated at him eye to eye as if you were trying to decipher his words. “Me. I’m the loser.”

“You?” He simply nods and you do the opposite and shake your head. “You’re not a loser.”

“Yeah, I am.” You shift on his lap when he shrugs, leaning his head back against the headrest, and you watch as smoke leaves his lips as he exhales. 

His senses are intensified with the drugs, your fingers tickling their way up his shoulders, along his neck, to behind his head, lacing them between his soft hair. Leaning down, you hold his face in your hands and kiss him.

The moment your lips touch his, he feels like the world paused, and he’s dying to find whoever has control over the remote of his life so they could press play and he could embrace you like he deserves. Or, maybe he’s dying, and whoever is up there allows him to imagine just one night with you before he fades into nothing.

It’s real, all real. The tender slide of your lips against his are real, the sensation of his teeth sinking into your soft plump lips, biting, and nibbling at it is real, the gentle moans he eagerly draws from your lips when his tongue swipes against yours, wet, messy and sloppy is real. 

“Fuck—” you whisper along the swell of his lips, pulling away to examine his face.

He looks gone, shallow half-lidded eyes looking up at you with blown wide pupils, mouth half open as if he’s forgotten how to close it. 

“Haru, you there?” Your knuckle traces along the side of his face, stopping under his chin, lifting it to look up at you.

“Yeah yeah, ‘m here.” 

Your giggle echoes in his ears, and he’s never been harder in his life, cock pressing uncomfortably tight against his pants. “Good, because you look wasted right now.”

“Just, fuck— stop talkin’. C’mere.” He pulls you down for a kiss with a hand at the back of your head, sloppily working his mouth against yours. He tastes like weed, the smell strong but it doesn’t stop you from licking into his mouth, desperate to drive the strong taste away and replace it. 

Big, strong hands wander the length of your back, slipping under your shirt, cold hands hugging you tight, tight to his body that you can’t help but arch into him.

A sound that comes from the inside of the house has you pulling away, turning to face the window, and he trails his lips down the length of your neck. His nose pokes into the flesh of your neck as he sucks deep, red hickeys onto the plane of your neck, breathing heavily as he savours the feeling of your soft feeling of your skin. 

He could get used to this; the weed makes him feel like your skin is ten times softer, or maybe that’s how it generally feels and you’re just perfect, so soft everywhere. 

“Tak—take this off.” The words are lost to your neck as he sucks along the column of your throat, rogue hands wandering along your chest, up your shirt, kneading your tits through your bra.

“Okay, okay, wait —” When you pull backwards, he follows, leaning up from the seat, lips attached to your neck by the hip. “Haru. If you want to see me naked, you’re gonna have to let me remove my clothes.”

“Just…wait a min’ longer…” He sucks harder, and you shudder as shivers race down your body at the feeling of his teeth nibbling at the sensitive part of your neck. When he’s satisfied, he pulls away, admiring his handiwork. “You look so sexy like this, fuck.” He’s tugging your shirt off, throwing it behind you, uncaring of where it lands. 

Warm hands roam your stomach, your sides, sliding up further to wrap around your throat. “So beautiful ‘n sexy, just for me.”

“You already said sexy.” He hums absentmindedly, obviously not paying attention if the way he’s squeezing the fat of your breasts were any indication. 

“You’re sexy times two.” He grins up at you before pulling your bra cup down, and you inhale sharply when it brushes down your nipple. “No, no actually. Times infinity.”

You flush hot at his words, especially when his lips brush against your ears, biting down against the shell. He’s sweating from the heat in the car plus the heat from both your panting bodies. 

“Don’t you think we should—ah fuck—” He tugs you upwards on his lap, your clothed cunt grinding against his hard cock, hands curling into fists behind his neck. 

“We should what?” His musical chuckle vibrates along your ear, sending cold shivers down your spine, forcing you to arch to chase the feeling away. You squeal when he bites down along your ear once more, smirkingpleasantly at the soft, squishy press of your tits against his chest.

“We should go to your room. I mean there’s not much room in here.” Your neck aches from the angle you’re sitting at, neck bent at an awkward angle to avoid hitting the roof of the car. 

There’s not enough space in this crammed car to fit yourself comfortably. Haru, on the other hand, is more than comfortable, seated on the seats like a king that’s blessed the majestic view of your half naked body atop of his. 

“I got an idea,” he says, not giving you a moment to wonder what he’s thinking before he’s lifting you from his lap, plopping you onto the seats. Your forearm darts quickly to cover your chest when he pops the car door open, lips pressed together tightly as he walks to the front seat, yanks the door open without a care and readjusts the seats back, pushing it till there’s enough room between the wheel. “This space big enough for ya?”

You tilt your head past the seat, surveying the space with a keen eye. There’s enough room for you to kneel down and take his cock in your mouth without a fuss or a struggle. A bed sounds nicer though, the thought of sinking into his soft mattress as he fucks you crosses your mind, but it’s overpowered when you remember his siblings are home and you’d rather die than let them hear you.

“Seems good,” you shrug, sliding quickly out the car; the cold air from the garage AC hits you smack in the chest, hardening your nipples momentarily. 

“Ah, ah wait.” Haru pulls you back before you could climb on top of him. The cute way your tilt your head at him, confused, makes his heart do a triple beat for a moment. “I wanna try somethin’.”

“Okay…” 

It’s stressful the way he’s manouevring you along the seat, pressing your back into the front seat as he shifts to kneel between your legs. “Hold your legs up for me.”

You swallow hard, unable to taste your saliva with how fast your nerves are racing. Doing as he said, you bring your hands under your thighs, holding them up as he tugs your pants down, struggling to get them past your bent knees, glaring at you when you choke on your laugh, muttering out a quick apology. 

“Don’t apologise now. You’ll be beggin’ for it later, trust me.”

His confidence is over the roof right now, evident in his strong posture, shoulders back as he leans forward, swiping a finger along your folds with ease. 

“You’re really wet.” Your slick catches on the tip of his finger, and you want to hide your face between your hands when his pink tongue darts out to lick at it. 

“Could you maybe not do that? It’s awkward…”

He hums when he looks at you; now it’s his turn to tilt his head at you. “How else am I supposed to eat you out then?” His hands press themselves between yours under your thighs, and your back aches from almost sliding down the seat in this awkward position. “You want me to skip the prep? Fuck you into the seat right now?”

“I mean—” It sounds like a good idea, but then you remember the length and thickness of his cock through his pants and swallow excessively. “Prep please.”

He smiles at you, the car light reflecting off the side of his face as he dips his face closer, digging his fingers into the swell of your thighs, nose pressed against your folds and sniffs so hard it’s like a vacuum, your clit tingles with the need to have his tongue in you. 

“This gonna sound so weird, but I really don’t give a fuck but…” he moans as he licks along your slit, a long, wet stripe from the bottom to the top, “you taste so good, fuck—”

“Haru stop…” He seals his lips around your clit, fingernails digging into your thighs as he sucks hard, numbing your clit with the continous flicks of his tongue moving at rapid speed. “Oh my go—”

Your hands fight the urge to fly to his hair, pull him closer to grind his nose against your stubborn clit, but you remember his instructions, to keep your hands on your thighs, keep you spread open for him. 

He’s devouring your pussy like a starved individual, flicking his tongue rapidly, slurping the wetness that drips from your puffy folds. You try to close your legs, try to squirm away from the ticklish feeling of his wet tongue trying to squeeze its way through your cunt, but it’s intoxicating, and overwhelming, especially when his finger tickles against your hole.

It’s fascinating watching it go in and out, and Haru dreads pulling his mouth away from your cunt but he needs to watch your face as his finger slides knuckle deep inside you. His bloodshot eyes twinkle as he watches your slick coat the length of his finger, translucent liquid dripping down his knuckles to the seat. 

“You always get this wet?”

“I don’t know…” It’s not often you finger yourself, so the experience is first hand. You’re also partially amazed that your body managed to produce this much slick from a single finger. “Wait, wait, right there. That feels so good—”

“Here?” His finger curls inside you, itching the side of that spongy spot. 

“No, no—not there, wait—” Your hips shift to the side a little, then it’s like something switches inside you, hands shaking against your thighs as he spreads you out with a second finger, applying pressure to that spot that has your moans increasing in pitch. 

His cock twitches with the need to replace his fingers, sink himself deep inside you, watch your eyes cross as you melt in pleasure. He leans forward, slurping, sucking along the sensitive hood of your clit.

Your body feels numb, voice coming out as breathy pants as you tilt your head back to hit the headrest, giving into the warm, fuzzy feeling deep inside your abdomdem as he fingers you to your climax. 

He knows that you're close when your walls cling and squeeze his fingers tight, barely giving him enough room to move them. His own tongue slithers through your folds, lapping up the leftover slick. The taste of you is better than he’d expected, and he thinks he could live between your legs for the rest of his life. 

There’s a swell of pride swirling through his chest when he feels you lose yourself on his fingers and tongue, your teeth pressing into your bottom lip painfully as you jolt and sit up from the effects of your orgasm. Your hands forget holding your thighs up, gripping onto his hair tied up loosely in a ponytail and tug him forward, craving the warmth of his mouth sealed around your clit as your world comes tumbling down.

It takes a couple moments for you to get yourself together, still holding painfully onto his hair before letting go. He presses ticklish kisses along your thighs, licking at the wetness spread along them. 

“That was—” You swallow, trying to find the words since your brain isn’t co-operating. “That was so good.”

You look all cute when flustered, face heated and flushed, your pretty lips left open as you pant heavily, desperately trying to catch your breath. 

“Think I found my new addiction.” He grins up at you, big hands squeezing the fat of your thighs as he kneels up between your legs, wrapping them around his waist and leans in for a kiss.

Your hands cup his cheeks, holding him close to you as he licks into your mouth, forcing you to taste yourself on his tongue, giving you a moment to gather your nerves because you’re going to need it. 

“I’m ready,” you mumble into his mouth, feeling the shiver that races down his spine.

“Bet, okay. Hold on.” He draws back, big hands spreading your thighs apart.

You look at him through your lashes as he sheds his shirt, tossing it behind you. His body is lean, capacious, abs faint but visible and your mouth waters, hand flying out to run down his stomach. Your touch is so light, his muscles flinching away from the ticklish feeling. Everything you do to him makes him feel so good. 

He grips both your hands, pinning them above the headrest. “Keep ‘em there,” he says, unbuckling his belt, sliding his pants down to his knees. He grabs a condom from his back pocket, ignoring your humourless stare.

“You planned this?” You gesture at the condoms with your head. 

“Better be safe than sorry.” He bites the end of the wrapper, pulling the condom out, rolling it slowly down his shaft. 

Your eyeroll is cut short when the tip of his cock angles itself at your entrance. He can see the way you’re dripping, the slick smeared along your thighs. 

Warmth engulfs the head of his cock as he slowly pushes it in you, and he hisses, biting his lip to stop himself from thinking how good you feel, how tight you’re going to squeeze his cock, how he’s going to cum inside you—

You’re panting, the tip of his cock stretching you out, almost screaming when it pushes past, the thick head making you dizzy it carves a path inside you. “Ah, Haru that—” He pushes deeper, and his eyes roll back when you clench around him.

Haru swears, gripping onto the base of his cock, squeezing it to stop himself from cumming too quickly, pushing through the urge to shove the rest of his length inside you. He stills halfway, needing to take a moment to compose himself, his mind fuzzy and warm, and he feels lightheaded. 

He has to close his eyes, knowing if he looks down, seeing his cock between your legs, halfway inside you, he’d cum in an instant. 

“It’s okay, you don’t have to wait—I can take it,” you pant, hips desperately trying to rut forward. “Please…”

He takes a moment to swallow, groaning lowly, as he pushes the rest of his cock inside you, trying to ignore the tight suction of your walls. The moment he bottoms out, he’s falling forward, dipping his face between your neck and shoulder and moans, the sound desperate and needy, causing your pussy to clench and quiver around him.

You wrap your legs around his waist, arms wrapping around his head as you hold him closely, enjoying the feeling of his breath tickling your shoulders. “You okay?” 

It’s funny how you’re asking him this instead of the other way round, and a part of you feels pride in the fact you could make someone this desperate and needy without effort. 

“I’m good…it’s just…fuck , you’re so tight.” He forces himself to inhale deeply, eyes squeezing shut painfully to compose himself. He shivers at the feeling of your nails raking up and down his hair, scratching at his scalp addictvely. “You’re good though, right? It doesn’t hurt?”

You shake your head, smiling softly at him. “Nah. The seats a little uncomfortable but…that’s about it. You can move, Haru.”

“It’s uncomfy? Oh…” You almost want to cry when he pulls out, but he’s lifting you from the seat, switching your positions, slotting you back down on his lap. 

“You want me to ride you?”

He nods, biting his lip when you grab onto his cock, seating yourself down on his cock. 

“Oh my god—” You feel so full, his thick cock stretches your walls, whimpering beside his ear when he rolls his hips sensually, pressing his cock deeper inside you. 

“ Holy shit , you’re so tight.” Your pussy drives him into a frenzy, eyes threatening to roll back at the way your cunt squeezes him so tight, clinging to every inch of him. 

He swears, voice low, sounding wrecked as you begin riding him a little faster, slowly lifting your hips up and down. The obscene squelch of your pussy grasping pathetically around his thick shaft has him biting his lip so hard he might draw blood. 

“ Haru.” You wail his name, collapsing onto his chest, shuddering when his hands, rough and warm, grab onto your hips to slow your pace down. 

“Yeah?” His voice is quiet, like a whisper, so he clears his throat and tries again. “Yeah? What’s wrong?”

“Lemme move—” You trail your lips down his neck in an attempt to soften him, waiting for him to let go of you so you can move faster. There’s a nudging spot inside you, an itch that needs to be scratched. Your attempt to move is shut down again, frustration building up and up the longer you feel his cock twitch inside you. “Haru please…”

“If I let go, you gotta promise to take it slow.”

“But I wanna make you feel good.” You whisper along his lips, tugging at it with your teeth. He groans into your mouth, and shifts for a moment, his cock follows suit, twitching desperately for some friction. “Wait, do that again.”

“This?” He rolls his hips upwards, rolls your hips backwards and forwards, and you drip a little wetter down his leg, wetting his thighs. 

“Yes. Do it again.” 

He starts a steady pace, steady enough for you to feel the way he’s deliberately aiming at that spot in you that makes you squirm around. 

“I’m so close.” He says beside your ear, his voice lingering in your head, clouded by the feeling of his hands roaming your back, scratching at it with every bounce you give him. 

“Me…me too.” 

He’s tense, gritting his teeth when you clench around him. You shift backwards, unslinking your hands from around his neck to grab at his knees, using them as leverage to support yourself as you roll your hips in circles.

He can feel the energy buzzing between you both, can feel the tingling sensation on the edge of his fingertips, the drugs running through his veins has the regular feeling of sex intensifieid, and he swears he can feel every inch of you. 

Everything is so hot right now, the temperature in the car, the feel of your hands braced against his knees, the way your nails dig into the bone, the way your tits bounce in his face as you fuck yourself on his cock. 

You clench when you cum, and he leans forward suddenly, grabbing your hips to lift you up, slamming you back down with a loud moan, hips jerking as he cums inside you. 

You’re shaking, trembling at the feeling of his cum spurting inside you, the wet sensation is ticklish, cold shivers running down your spine. 

“You feel so fuckin’ good,” he mumbles again, holding you down to feel your greedy walls sucking him in further. “Holy fuck, I could stay here forever.”

“I need a shower.” You say once you come back to your senses, groaning softly when you lift yourself up and off his cock, the wet squelch following after echoes throughout the car. 

“That’s so hot.” He mutters, eyes wide with fascincation as he reaches out to thumb at your clit, enjoying the way you shiver and let out a soft moan as he rubs it in circles. “Holy shit that’s so hot. You’re so hot.”

“I kno—” It’s distracting when you can feel his cum dripping out from you slowly making you lose your train of thought , the drip of it is anticipating until it forms a small pool between both of your bodies. “I know.”

“You hesitated.” 

“I didn’t.”

He removes his thumb, wiping the wetness from it along his tongue, tasting you, and you feel your face flush at the action, burning hot when looks up at you, the corners of his mouth dragging up slowly. “You did.”

“Shut up.” 

Sanzu’s reaching towards the backseat for his stash, and you laugh at how his arm barely reaches it, flailing it uselessly around the air. 

“You’re not gonna reach it, Haru.”

“Watch me.”

He grunts and groans like he’s lifting heavy bricks, and you start to take pity on him. “Dude, just give up.”

“No.”

 If there’s one thing about Sanzu it’s that he’s determined, but not in the way you think. It’s more the stubborn version, always trying to do the impossible, ignoring you when you tell him it’s not possible, then sulks when he fails. 

He clicks his tongue, shifting you down on his lap so he has more room and this time successfully grabs at it. “Told you. Always hatin’ on me.”

You giggle, faint and shrill, leaning forward to rest your head against his shoulder, watching him dug through the contents of the bag, his slender, skilled fingers professionally rolling another blunt. 

It’s silent in the car again, you two both bask in each other’s presence. Both of you refusing to discuss what happened earlier, not sure if those sudden feelings you felt were because of the weed or if there’s something else deep inside, a false truth you’ve refused to make terms with, or shoved them aside for another unknown reason unbeknownst to you.

Your head is racing with thoughts, pictures of Haru wondering where you suddenly felt these emotions towards him came from. The thought of sharing him with anyone else angers you, but it shouldn’t because you’re both friends. The thought of him laying in a car with another girl on top of him angers you, makes you feel bitter and resentment towards this imaginary woman your brain fabricated inside your head.

It’s like your body is working against you. 

Stupid weed. 

Haru’s gone for the second time today, and for the first time in what felt like ten minutes—in actuality it was only three—you look up at him. He looks like he’s falling asleep, those chubby cheeks of his so promising, so soft, you can’t help but shift upwards, pressing soft kisses against them.

It should be weird to him  that he doesn’t question your sudden out of character movements, but then again you both did just have sex not longer than five minutes ago. 

His phone rings at the backseat, pulling you away from his neck where you were sucking fresh purple hickeys onto and he groans when your ass brushes aginst his cock. It’s been slightly hard the entire time, still not over his recent orgasm, but not strong enough to maintain itself to stand tall. 

“What’re you doin’?” You freeze as your hand hovers over his phone. 

“Your phone’s been ringing non-stop. It’s irritating.” The caller ID is Ran, and part of you wants to answer it so you can know what he looks like. It’s been nudging at your brain the entire time, trying to figure out which one of his friends is who, trying to put the pieces of the faceless group of boys together to solve the puzzle. 

“Just ignore it—okay then.” You answer the phone away, turning the camera away from your naked body onto Sanzu’s face. You squirm around, trying to find where Sanzu threw your bra and shirt as the two engage in small talk.

“What do you want?”

Ran snorts on the other end, his voice deep, familiar, and husky. “Don’t needa get all pissy, you big baby. Takeomi wants to know where you are.”

“What the fuck does that have to do wit’ me?”

“Call him, or somethin’. I don’t fuckin’ know?”

Haru sniffs, nose wrinkling when the smoke he blows out invades his nostrils. “Tell him I’m busy.”

“Being a fuckin’ junkie?” Ran snorts, petty and bitterly, voice now laced in sarcasm. “So productive.”

Haruchiyo rolls his eyes at the same time you put your shirt back on, reaching under your shirt to fix the straps of your bra. “I’m doing more than getting high, you slug. I’m with my friend.”

You had tuned out the conversation from the beginning, your main priority being your clothes, but at the mention of ‘friend’, he jostles his leg, catching your attention. “Say hello.”

“Uh…hello?”

“Oh? Who might you be?”

“I’m—” Haruchiyo ends the call before you could even get the first letter of your name out. “What the hell?”

He lazily shrugs, tossing his phone into the backseat without a care. It hits the edge of the seat, before hitting the floor with a mild smack. Two noble fingers grasp at your chin, redirecting your gaze from his probably broken phone to his face. 

The kiss is passionate, and long, his wet slide of his tongue laving itself inside your mouth. Your face grows hot when his lips wrap around the length of your tongue, sucking the moisture from it, replacing it with his own. It’s messy but you don’t care, happily drinking the mixed saliva from his mouth. 

His sharp teeth sink into your lips, stopping you from pulling away, kissing you with fervour as his heavy head spins, and bright flashes of colour appears behind his closed eyes.

“I’m so hungry,” he gasps out when he finally pulls away, wiping the saliva from his mouth with his forearm, giving you back the breath he stole from your lungs with that kiss.

“You want me to drive you to McDonalds?”

He grins up at you, that stupid adorable look on his face that has your heart warming in your chest. “Is this your way of asking me out on a date?”

“It’s my way of forcing some food down your throat before you die of starvation.”

“What if I was thirsty instead?”

“McDonalds sells drinks, dumbass.”

“ Or… ” He places his hands on your hips, pulling you forward on his lap. You yelp at the motion, hands flying to the headrest behind him to stabilise yourself. 

What he’s insinuating is lost to you for a moment, only becoming obvious when his hand snakes down to your pussy, thumb nudging insistently at your clit. His eyes dip down to your chest, your nipples still hard and poking through the thin fabric of your shirt, then drags them back up to your face and smiles.

“You’re so horny.” Your eyeroll is fabricated and fake, part of you deep down wants it too. 

“You like it though.” It’s true, and he knows it too. The defeated look on your face is all he needs to know when he moves to open the car door, nodding his head outside. “Let’s go to my room now.”

#—tr </3 #sanzu x reader #sanzu haruchiyo x you #sanzu haruchiyo x reader #tokrev sanzu #tr x reader #tokrev #tokrev x reader #tokyo revengers smut #sanzu smut #sanzu haruchiyo smut #haruchiyo sanzu x reader #featuring ran #haitani ran x reader #ran haitani x reader #ran x reader

[chiffiorra]

╰┈➤ Leave Scars

➜ Synopsis: Sure you left his life more than a decade ago, but he'd never forget one of the few people who cared about him.

➜ Pairings: Platonic!Haruchiyo Sanzu x fem!reader, minor Takeomi Akashi x reader

➜ This Fic Contains the Following: Manga spoilers, Sanzu's POV for the most part, reader is Takeomi's ex, reader is also a better sibling to Sanzu than Takeomi lmao, minor blood and gore (it's Sanzu c'mon now)

➜ WC: 3,345

➜ Note: woah, this is my longest fic so far. listen he may not be one of my faves, but sanzu deserves so much better even if he has to go through some pain ok? :') the jumps to advance the story may seem weird so apologies. this is also my first time writing for him, i hope i did him justice in a way <3

➜ Songs as Inspiration: Static X - All These Years, The Birthday Massacre - Forever, Epica - Storm The Sorrow

➜ Also Posted on Ao3: here

You met Takeomi Akashi during your first year in high school. Even then, he was fairly known for being a troublemaking delinquent. Granted, he wasn't as well known as his friend Shinichiro Sano, but his name was still enough to put fear into people's hearts.

And yet, you caught his attention somehow. You, the type who minded her business and never was the one to pay attention to drama nor listen to any rumors, had him fall for you. Luckily for him you felt the same and it was enough for him to nab you before Shinichiro even had the chance to ask you out.

Sanzu could remember like it was yesterday when Takeomi brought you over to see his place and introduce you to him and Senju. By then, it had been a year since you and his brother dated.

After nagging Takeomi for so long on meeting his family, he finally caved in and took you to meet them. When you stepped in, you were not expecting to already come across the two younger siblings he told you about countless times. Both of the children were sitting in the living room staring up at you curiously, having paused their playtime.

"Oh!" You exclaimed in surprise. "Are these your siblings?" You asked. You were surprised that they were supposedly not twins as Takeomi said, they looked very similar to each other.

"Yep. This is Haruchiyo, and this is Senju," Takeomi answered, pointing at the boy and girl respectively.

Haruchiyo and Senju still stared at you quietly as you knelt down to their level and introduced yourself to them.

"I'm your brother's girlfriend," you added, smiling. They didn't seem to react to that at all, besides blinking at you.

"Don't worry, they'll get used to you eventually. In fact, why don't we start getting to that right now?" Takeomi said, ruffling your hair. "I gotta go attend a Black Dragons meeting, and you, my sweet beautiful girlfriend, are on babysitting duty!"

Your jaw dropped in shock, the audacity of this man astounded you. "Takeomi, are you kidding me?! Your brother and sister don't know me, why do you think it's a good idea to leave them alone with someone who is a stranger to them?" You exclaimed, standing back up to your feet.

He laughed as he ran out the door and hopped onto his motorcycle before you could even chase after him.

You sighed, running a hand down your face. You couldn't believe that he thought that this was a good idea. As you looked down at the pinkettes, they were also up on their feet, still looking up at you.

. . .

When he came back home, Takeomi did not expect to see both of his siblings sleeping in your arms while the TV still aired some children's show in the background, the TV being the only lighting in the otherwise dark room.

He found you leaning back against the couch, holding both Haruchiyo and Senju's sleeping forms close to you. Haruchiyo was on your left side, his head right up against your heart as he slept, light snoring could be heard from him. Senju was on your right, her hand clinging tightly to your shirt even while she dreamed away.

You were close to sleeping as well, now wide awake as your boyfriend came back. As he watched the scene with confusion, you smiled sheepishly in return.

"I didn't want to wake them up. It all started with them sitting in my lap and they grew tired," you explained.

Takeomi rolled his eyes but he was not frowning. In fact he was happy, happy that his siblings had taken a liking to you already. He smiled as he grabbed the polaroid camera and took a few photographs of you smiling while cuddling his sleeping siblings.

This was just the beginning of his brother and sister seeing you as the big sister they never had. And it sure would bite him back in the ass later on when Haruchiyo and Senju would soon prefer you over him weeks later.

Takeomi rubbed the sides of his forehead and sighed as he watched the scene in front of him. He could feel a headache coming. One sibling was hugging onto one side of you while the other did the same to the other side. Both siblings frowned up at their older brother.

"Haruchiyo, Senju, she has to go home. She can't stay here forever," Takeomi said, exasperated.

"Yes, she can." "Why not?" Both said at the same time. He could sigh again and shook his head as you laughed and ruffled their foreheads.

"I'll come back tomorrow, okay? Don't worry!" You reassured them as they only hugged you tighter in response. Takeomi was just very appalled at what was going on in front of him.

As the two got to know you more, they only grew to love you more than words could ever describe, especially Haruchiyo. He loved it when you would let him greet you with a hug, and he loved it when you would let him or Senju interrupt your time with Takeomi. Like interrupting your makeout sessions with him by squeezing between you two and demanding more forehead kisses, even though it was mainly Senju who did that. Or letting him rest his head on your lap during movie nights when he should've been in bed. His brother was never pleased with all the cockblocking both of them did, but he did his best to deal with it.

He especially loved it when you defended him against any complaint that his brother made or any fault that was placed onto him for the littlest things. It was always him, never Senju, who took the blame.

It was always him. Never. Fucking. Senju.

You met Mikey, Emma, and Baji later on and they would soon grow attached to you too, also seeing you as a sibling figure. It was to the point where Mikey once complained to Shinichiro that you always hung out at the Akashi residence, much to the laughter of the latter.

Throughout holidays and birthdays, Haruchiyo naively thought that you would stay in their life forever but unfortunately all good things came to an end.

Three years after you and Takeomi were together, two after meeting him and Senju, the worst happened.

You and Takeomi broke up.

Sure it was a mutual breakup for whatever reason he could care less about even to this day, but the one he cared about, other than Mikey and Baji, left him.

And a week later, he earned his scars and tried to smile and laugh through the pain as ordered to. That was also the day he dropped his old surname "Akashi" and decided to go by "Sanzu" instead. Sometimes the memory of that day still made his skin crawl, but he would never admit it to anyone.

A lot proceeded to happen over the years as well, sometimes it felt like time was passing by way too fast for Sanzu's eyes. Shinichiro passed on, Baji passed on, he followed Mucho to Tenjiku only to repay him for his treachery in the worst way possible later on, Emma passed on, so much had happened that it was sometimes difficult to keep track of.

After so many years of being Mikey's right hand man, he followed his king down into a much darker path that he should've turned back from a long time ago but refused to do so.

Which led him to his current position now: Number Two of Bonten, the Loyal Mad Dog. No subordinate dared to mess with him nor make him angry. Unless they were the Haitani brothers, now those two usually found a way to get under his skin without fear.

As years went by since Bonten's formation, Sanzu had made quite a name for himself amongst the crime underground and people often shook in fear at the sight of him, which pleased him. He wanted people to fear him as much as they would of Mikey; if he were to kill, he'd rather be the last face they saw as they drew their last breath. This of course had happened many times, mind you, but he never got tired of it.

One day would put his usual routine to a halt though thanks to a discovery he made.

It all started on a dull morning: wake up, get dressed, arrive to work, walk past the others with a grunt as a greeting, and head to his office. As he passed Takeomi's office, he saw something on the ground right in front of the door. The door was closed, which meant that the latter was out or was in his office and dropped it.

As Sanzu leaned down to get a closer look, it was a small photograph. As he picked it up and flipped it to the other side, his heart dropped.

It wasn't just any picture, no; it was a picture of you, him, and Senju! From the first day you met and babysat them, they had fallen asleep on you after a long day of playtime and getting to know each other.

Sanzu held his breath as he got up and ran his fingers over the photo, he hadn't seen this one in forever. But yet, it was nice to see that shithead kept a nice memory and never forgot about you, because the former certainly didn't.

What are you up to nowadays? Were you still living around the area? Did you meet someone new?

Were you still alive?

He didn't want to think about the last question too much. As he hurried to his office, he had to find any info about you to see if you were still okay after all these years. He just had to know if one of the very few people he cared about in the world was doing well.

Unfortunately, he never had time to do so during the day so since his schedule was filled with running errands plus the Haitanis doing their daily dose of annoying him to the core. While he was doing research after almost everyone in the building left, he found out that you were indeed alive, much to his happiness. Sanzu also found out that you were married with two children and lived in a much smaller town and worked in a well paying job.

As he found out more and more about you and catching up on what you've been doing over the years, someone opened the door to his office and barged in.

As Sanzu was about to reach for his gun that was hidden in one of the desk drawers, because how dare someone stride in without knocking like they damn well own the place, he looked up and saw Takeomi. Out of all the others, it had to be his least favorite person. His brother.

Or rather, someone who used to be his brother. He disowned both the older and Senju a long time ago as siblings and considered himself an only child. As the two men stared each other down, Sanzu could only sneer at him.

"The hell are you doing here?" He demanded, still having half the mind to consider whether the gun was worth it or not.

Takeomi only stared down at him, "I know you have it. Give it back," he responded. He held out his hand as he said so.

The right hand man of Bonten's leader could say something else to add fuel to the flame as per usual, but he chose not to. He had a more important task to focus on after all, and he'd prefer if his used-to-be brother wasn't in the same room with him.

While still staring at him dead in the eyes, Sanzu flung the photo back at the advisor of Bonten, hitting the other man square in the chest. Takeomi could only let out a "tsk" as he put said photo in his pocket and walked away.

"She was a better sibling to me than you."

That jab made Takeomi pause in his steps, he had a slightly surprised look on his face though Sanzu could not see it. Shaking his head, he chose to keep walking instead of saying anything back.

'He couldn't handle the truth,' Sanzu mused as he continued writing down everything he learned. He now had all of your information and a fleeting thought in his mind was even telling him to visit you. Problem is…

Would you be horrified with how he turned out over the years? There was only one way he could find out for himself.

. . .

He would get that answer a month later when he finally worked up the courage to pay you a visit. He had your and your spouse's schedules memorized so he knew they wouldn't be home, same with your children. Sure his time was limited for an hour or two, but that was all he needed to catch up.

However, Sanzu still had one obstacle in the way: his scars. To fix that, he did the one thing that he hasn't done since he was a teenager, cover them up with a face mask.

Wearing a black hoodie and sweats to blend in with the crowd, he raised his hand to ring your doorbell and waited patiently for you to answer. He didn't even notice his hands were shaking when he rested one of them against the door. Was he that nervous? That word hasn't been in his vocabulary in years.

Haruchiyo Sanzu was never nervous about anything. So why was he acting this way now? Maybe-

The door opened and he held his breath. There you were, staring back at him curiously and almost in fear as your head peered out.

As you were just about ready to shut the door on his face, he held his hand up to stop you, "Wait. Please hear me out."

The word "please" sounded so strange coming out of his mouth as he rarely ever said it in his lifetime, but that wasn't important right now.

"I- I missed you. I wanted to see you for so long after you left," he said.

You only stared back as confusion completely took over the fear, "What do you mean? Who are you?" You asked.

This was it. Sanzu didn't remove his mask just yet but he did put down the hood, and your eyes widened. The pink hair, the blue eyes, you only knew one person like that. There was no way that it could be-

Then when he quietly reached into his pocket and showed you the photo that he stole from Takeomi again, something finally clicked.

"Haru?" You whispered, slowly opening the door more. Even under the mask, it was really him, the sweet little boy you knew so long ago. You were truly shocked, not expecting such a visit from a blast in the past.

He smiled in response. You couldn't see under the mask, but you could see it in the way his eyes crinkled. Just like when he was younger.

As you wrapped him in a big hug and urged him inside, your mood was now brightened. You began asking how he was doing, and he did his best to answer. Of course, avoiding all of the details about him being in Bonten. There was still a lot of mystery surrounding the gang and its members so perhaps he didn't have to worry too much, unless you were going to poke and prod him for more answers about him.

When you led him inside, he finally got a good look at you entirely. You looked almost exactly the same as you did years ago except more mature. But you were still you, the same woman who had a big heart.

"Haru, I want to ask you… how come you're wearing a mask? Are you hiding something?" You joked, giggling. You didn't realize that you weren't far off from that statement and stopped laughing when you realized he wasn't looking too happy, almost upset with himself.

"You would be disgusted," he responded.

"I would never," you immediately said back, confused as to why he would even insinuate such a thing.

As he stood in the middle of the living room, staring down at his hands, you quietly approached him and placed yours over his. "Haruchiyo, listen to me. I couldn't hate you then, and I couldn't hate you now either. May I see you? Please?" You asked.

What the hell, he could never say no to you even now. With his hands shaking again, he reached for his mask and slowly took it off. As he looked back at you, he saw your horrified look before your hands touched his face gently; covering his scars. He found himself leaning into your touch.

"Oh my- Haru… who did this to you?" You asking the question was even hard to say. You were unable to comprehend who could do such a thing to him.

"It… It was…"

Who did this to him? Should he even answer that? He knew you loved Mikey too so long ago, if he told you, you would definitely hate the latter for what he did that day. It was truly a misfortune that it happened after you broke up with Takeomi, but it was better to not tell the whole truth.

"It doesn't matter anymore. It happened so long ago," he finally said after a few seconds of silence. You looked sad that he chose to avoid the question, but understood as it seemed like a sore topic.

As you ran your thumb over one of the scars, you said something that chilled him, "So you're one of them, huh? There was a leak on the internet that was quickly deleted of a guy that looked similar to you."

He couldn't respond as he froze. Did this mean that you hated him now? No, no, no. He really didn't want you to hate him-

"I have nothing against you. I don't know what happened over the years, but I won't judge and I won't tell no one. You have my word."

"I'm a monster-"

"Stop. Monster or not, no matter what, you will still be my honorary little brother, okay?" You said, smiling.

Your eyes told the whole truth. At this point in his life, Sanzu could tell who was lying or not. You always have to figure out who's truthful or not when it comes to being in the most infamous and dangerous gang in all of Japan.

He couldn't take it anymore.

With that, he fell into your arms and started sobbing as he held you close to him. You didn't hate him, you never hated him, and he was relieved beyond comprehension.

Right now he was not Haruchiyo Sanzu, he was not Bonten's Number Two, he was not the Loyal Mad Dog, he was not the right hand man of Manjiro Sano.

Here he was just Haruchiyo or "Haru", and here he could crave the attention that he and Senju always sought from you when they were little.

He could care less whether anyone else thought of him as a monster, that was what he wanted after all. But with you? Never you. He didn't want you to fear him like many would.

Perhaps, and emphasis on perhaps, this home could be a bit of a small safe space for him. He wouldn't ever tell the others, except maybe Mikey if he asked, you did love Mikey too. But he sure as hell wasn't ever gonna spill anything to Takeomi. In his mind, he could reluctantly thank him for having a small hand in finding you, but like hell he would ever let him find out about him meeting up with you.

Before long, his hour was almost up and it was time for him to go. As you two gave your tearful goodbyes, Sanzu decided:

Yes, this was going to a place for him to get away whenever he needed it.

#candy uploads 🍭 #tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers x reader #haruchiyo sanzu #haruchiyo sanzu and reader #platonic reader

[k-nemiya]

• ¡ where can I put my cum ? ft. my fav TR characters

× ᴛᴡ: explicit content || minors and ageless blogs don't interact || fem! Pronouns used || sub! and dom! character || pet names (princess, whore?, sweetheart, pretty, baby, honey) || sanzu;; dirty talk, degradation kink? || kazutora;; overstimulation || mitsuya;; breeding kink, belly bulge, reader is called "mommy" but not by herself ||

× ɴᴏᴛᴇ: none, just enjoy <3.

꒰ HAJIME KOKONOI ꒱

let's be honest, he loves how you look in your clothes sooo he hates when his cum ruin your outfit.

That means, yes, he like to cum on you throat.

"F-Fuck princess, you look so pretty with my cock inside that pretty mouth" his voice mixed with moans was loud enough to make your head close to his v line "A-Ah yes!" he didnt care about the neighbors in your department, all he wanted was to look at your pretty face with that red dress he bought for you and cum inside your throat.

꒰ HARUCHIYO "SANZU" AKASHI ꒱

debatable. he have two moods

first - inside you. second - cover you in his cum

A plus I'd you were a bratty.

"You like when I fuck you like a whore? Huh?" His words make your pussy squeeze his cock "You like it, right? When I treat you like a stupid bitch in heat? "He grab your hair and shove your face in the pillow while start to trust faster "I will fill you with my cum if thats what you want, my pretty cock slave"

꒰ RAN HAITANI ꒱

In your face. Thats it.

"Look at my eyes sweetheart" you did as he told you, looking at his dick with some cum already leaking from it "I said my eyes pretty" he added while taking your chin and lift it a little. You could see how his body start to tense up and increase the pace

In his eyes you could see the many of scenarios that cross in his mind, and before you could talk, he cum in your face. "Look at that, my baby covered in my cum, how cute don't you think?"

꒰ RINDOU HAITANI ꒱

Rindou is an ass man and you can't change my mind.

Want to make him feel in heaven? First suck his dick and then let him cum in your ass.

"Baby, stopstop" he said while trying to move your face "Let me ah- let me cum in your ass" he begged as he also grab your hip and turn you around, showing him your back. Your ears were filled with his grunts and the sound of his fluids and your saliva "FuckFuckFuck" he added while finally release.

꒰ KAZUTORA HANEMIYA ꒱

boobs boobs boobs boobs

more details? ok. titjob 🤝🏻 kazutora

"W-Wait no more, ah-" kazu's poor dick was already with the tip bright red, already overstimulated, he love how your hand feel around him but it also got him so tired. "C'mon tora, you were such a good boy so I will stop using my hand" you start to take off your shirt that was covering your chest. Oh shit. He thought

꒰ TAKASHI MITSUYA ꒱

breeding kink 🤝🏻 mitsuya

his ideal dream is to have a family with you, cliché I know.

"Wanna be a mommy, huh?"

Movie night every Saturday was something he thanked all gods, seeing you in your pijama ready to sleep makes his mouth water. But what he didnt image was that in the middle of the movie was to start thinking about how cute you'll look being pregnant.

Those cute scenarios turn into just thinking about how sensitive and big your tits would be and how your tummy would start to grow. Yes, he would love that. "Just imagine how cute your belly would look- oh god" his eyes stare at where your bodies connect "A belly so big, like this" and he press his hand in your tummy, feeling how deep he is "Oh yeah honey, can't wait"

© this belong to @/k-nemiya. Do not repost, translate, steal or modify my work .

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[thewritetofreespeech]

hi hi 🏀 this is the same anon who asked about the KNB request!! I'm very happy to hear that you accept them! I was hoping to get an smut fc with Kagami's fem! gf and Akashi who's also married both get into a secret relationship? Like Akashi and her have always been close friends- almost lovers, back in high school but Akashi getting engaged way too early right after college and her moving away didn't help either. So she ends up dating Kagami in their mid-20s and Akashi gets married to please his father and she and Akashi end up getting into a long-term emotional/se*ual affair. Craving for so much angst and spice!!! :')

if that's too complicated any akashi angst/smut would do lmao thank you so so much you've no idea know how excited I was when I saw you were taking requests ���❤️💙 THANK YOU THANK YOU AUTHOR-SAN 😁

I wanted to give you your s**t op, but I couldn’t do that to Kagami....... ;^;

Akashi + Reader having an affair

“The room is paid up for the afternoon.” Akashi said, seemingly to himself as he put his watch back on. “You can stay if you like. Order room service. They’ll charge the card on file.”

“Yeah. Thanks.” You reply. Curling your knees up to your chest to quell the sick feeling in your stomach.

Like you need to feel more like a whore, or worse, in this situation than you already do by Akashi reminding you that the room was paid up. He might as well leave some cash on the dresser for you to ‘get home safe’. “Your wife doesn’t check the bank statements?”

Akashi sighed through his nose as the clasp on his watch locked. “Are we really going to do this again?” The bright after glow of sex clearly gone, even if the smell was still in the room. “Why do you insist on bringing that up after we’ve already done what we’ve done?”

It’s a valid question. The most obvious answer that it was a subconscious ploy to punish yourself.

Akashi had married young per his father’s wishes to a suitable bride from a well to do family who probably brought more to the Akashi Group than just breeding. It was arranged, but agreed upon by both parties, but not a lot of love there. Not like the two of you had. Not like the love you had shared when you dated in high school; which was your passible justification for why it was ok you were doing this.

“I don’t bring him up while we’re here.”

You flinch at the sharp jab of Akashi’s retort. He was right. His marriage was practically love-less, but your relationship with Kagami was not. You did love him. And he loved you. You had a wonderful relationship where you could share, and be a part of each other’s lives. Not a secret. Not a black mark on the record. Yet….here you were. Betraying his trust and your relationship with a man who wasn’t yours yet you couldn’t stay away from. “I don’t want to do this anymore.”

“Ok.” The red head replied while he finished straightening his tie. Not an ounce of shock, surprise, or even alarm that you wanted to end things.

That had all been there the first time. And the second. A little on the third.

By now you both had realized that you couldn’t stay away. No matter how hard you tried. No matter how hard both of you wanted to be good. You couldn’t stay away. “I’ll take my leave then, and this is goodbye forever.”

You glare at Akashi’s glib tone, but he just smiled. He walked over to you and kissed your head. Softly. Sweetly. Running his hand over your sex mussed locks. “I’ll call you when I get back from Germany.”

It sounded like an old friend telling another he’d meet them for coffee after a business trip. But it was never coffee. You don’t say anything, but know you’ll answer when he calls.

You’ll feel bad. You’ll come over. You’ll have wild passionate sex that leaves you blissed out so you forget about all those things for a while. Then it starts all over again.

Again and again because, no matter how bad you feel about doing this, or what you’re doing to his wife and Kagami, you couldn’t give up on Akashi.

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[sirthisisa-wendys]

hi wendy i really love the aus you use and pick in your fics and if you're cool with it can i request for a mr and mrs smith/spy au with the takeomi akashi, fluff angst n smut pls

I'm going to do my best with this one (and lump ina another with it)

Ride It Out: Takeomi Akashi x Fem!Reader

wc: 1.1k

tw: NSFW

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"You look so handsome." Takeomi looks at the reflection of you in the mirror, his purple eyes drinking in the sight of you lounging across the edge of the clawfoot tub.

Your skin is wet, but you look more relaxed than ever, the white rose petals he sprinkled in the tub floating around and making the bathroom smell like the flower of love.

"It's a shame you can't stay for the evening." The sinful grin you give him while picking out a chocolate from the box, placing it past your plump lips drives him into even deeper silence. You're seducing him into staying, he notes, but doesn't submit to your wiles. He can't. Not tonight.

"Love that you leave out the part where you have your own event tonight." You raise your brows, shifting back into the tub. "Forgot about it already?"

"No," you retort. "Just trying to think about your dick in my mouth, 'omi." You give a small pout, and the zipper on Takeomi's suit pants strains. If it weren't for his boxers, he might have a serious issue on his hands.

"Listen," he murmurs, slicking hair back and turning around to face you with a smirk. "You're here when I get back? I'll fuck that pretty mouth seven ways to Sunday. If you're not, then you'll have to wait until the morning."

"Guess the singers will have to make the opera go a lot faster," you muse, leaning forward in the tub for a kiss.

"Guess so," Takeomi whispers, pressing his lips against yours and cradling your chin in one hand. "Guess so."

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So maybe you weren't telling the whole truth.

You stare at the figure of your husband in the seats of the opera house, your curls pinned back in a small bun and a mink coat he'd never seen resting around your shoulders. The little lorgnette binoculars, complete with heat-sensing technology, rest on your eyes as you watch Takeomi shake hands with a known cocaine dealer.

"Fuck."

You try to conceal your displeasure at the sight by inhaling deeply, but the woman on the other end of your earpiece mumbles,

"Seriously? A cocaine dealer?"

"Tell me about it," you reply, gritting your teeth.

The private box was bought by your spy org - Bethesda - and it was one level above and right across from Takeomi's spot in the theatre. Being spotted by him in the semi-darkness would be impossible, but you couldn't take any chances.

"I think we've seen all we need to see." You stow away your glasses and walk out of the box seating area, away from the sight of your husband making deals that you can't comprehend. Away from your husband helping known criminals conduct business. Away from... the facade of your marriage.

As you walk down the stairs of the opera house foyer, you see a flash of yellow, then the lights in the foyer shut off.

Not like dimming.

No, they shut off instantly.

Then--

Pop. Pop pop. Pop. Pop.

You expect patrons to come swarming out of the doors above you, their eyes wide with fear in the darkness, but no one leaves.

The popping continues.

It's only with a sense of dread that you realize the sounds of gunfire are echoing around you - in the foyer - in the damn dark.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck," you mutter, crouching down in your dress and hoping none of the flying bullets met your body.

"Hey, some help?"

Takeomi.

Pop. Pop pop. Pop. Pop pop pop.

A backup generator kicks in and one-fourth of the lights that were on flicker to life, lighting the place in an eerie yellow glow. You look down at the glasses in your hand, then reach under your dress, unholstering the small pistol you always have on your person during times like these.

No one knows when you'll have to OK Corrall it out while on a mission.

You've got two options, you reason while you creep down the stairs. You can either sniff Takeomi out and figure out if he's okay, or you can go home and beat him there, still hiding your true intentions and getting your back blown out.

Win-win, right?

"Place the gun on the stair and stand up." You freeze, dropping the gun to the floor and straightening up. You're out of options, actually.

"You're going to shoot your wife right here?" you whisper, but the nudge of the guna against your back is enough to silence you again.

"I knew you were a little spy," Takeomi snaps. "Just needed to flush you out nice and easy."

"Five years of marriage and this is what we get, huh? No easy divorce?" Takeomi laughs at your comments, taking your right arm and holding it behind your back painfully.

"Hush," he whispers. "Come with me and I'll let you live. No fighting, no arguing, and definitely--" The barrel of the gun presses into the space between your shoulder blade. "No seducing."

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Okay, so maybe he lied a little.

"Oh my god," you gasp, hips smacking against Takeomi's while you ride him, hands still handcuffed. "'Omi..." Takeomi shudders beneath you, hands gripping your hips, helping you fuck him from above.

"Yeah, that's it..." he moans. "Say my name, baby."

"'Omi," you whine again, lips connecting with his tattooed chest. "Fuck me..."

Your husband sighs loudly, eyes fluttering closed as he listens to the desire in your voice build. "Want me to cum in that pretty pussy, don't you? Want to have my kids, hm?"

"Mmmm-hmmm," you moan dumbly, mouth opened while his cock rocks inside of your cunt, your cream sliding down his length.

"You're going to have to earn it, Ms. Spy." You don't know why Takeomi is holding it against you. He's a spy, too, as explained on the ride home. "They wanted me to take 'care of you'. And I'm doing just that, baby."

"Take--" One harsh smack on your ass.

"Ah, ah."

"'Omi," you correct yourself. "Make me cum. Please." Squelching noises flood the room, along with your pants of desire. "Please."

"Little louder."

"Omi!" You collapse on his chest, tears coursing down your cheeks. "Let me cum. Want to cum on your cock so bad..."

"Did ya' hear that, guys?" he wonders, turning to the earpieces laying on the bedside table, noise buzzing through them with unheard commands to 'stop this nonsense' from both spy organizations. "She wants to cum on my cock. Think that will do it?"

The static noise of the shouts from both Bethesda and Takeomi's boss - Kisaki - is enough to encourage him to ram into you, his dick kissing your cervix rapidly.

"Think that'll do it."

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A bet pt.2 (end) - Sakusa Kiyoomi

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A/N: hi guys! Here’s pt.2 to a bet :))) I think this will be the last part to this fic but stay tuned for Atsumu’s part 3!!

Warnings: N/A

Genre: A/F

Pairing: Timeskip!Sakusa x fem!reader

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The days were much longer now to Sakusa. He hardly even remembered what day it was. He still took care of himself, but it’s different now, he was stuck on autopilot and did the bare minimum just to keep his health up. This was saying a lot for Sakusa, and the Jackals noticed.

To be completely honest, it frightened them how careless he had become. Unlike Atsumu, who would be hours late if he was in a rut, Sakusa was only 5 minutes late, but those 5 minutes were enough to put the Jackals on edge. 

Ever since you left, the boys have been trying to get their spiker to get back up on his feet to get you back. More than that, they just wanted him to feel better and cheer him up, as much as you can cheer up the brooding, heartbroken man. None of them really knew how to deal with this kind of thing (all of them in their primes and having volleyball brains), but neither did Sakusa. He was just as much as a volleyball idiot as them with no prior relationship to relate this to. 

In his mind, Sakusa already lost you, and he was never going to get you back. He was defeated. In every sense of the word, but he felt as though he deserved it, even if he felt horrible. 

Before you, Sakusa didn’t really go out as much as he does now. He would only go when the Jackals forced him; they claimed it wasn’t the same without him (Sakusa was touched, but he’ll never admit it). It was wonderful with you, you always made him feel wanted and important, something he always lacked as a child.

To say he loved you was an understatement.

He adored you. You couldn’t do anything that would make him upset, there was really nothing you could do wrong in his eyes. You were perfect to him. If he could he’d be at your beck and call.

Now when he can’t even call you, he’s going insane. Maybe before you, he would have been ok, he would have gone throughout the day without ever talking to a single person. Going a whole day without hearing from you is a crime. Let alone two weeks. 

“Omi-san...” Hinata calls to the spiker. “You want some yogurt? You haven’t had breakfast.” Sakusa shakes his head and goes to practice his serves again. Hinata leaves, defeated, back to Bokuto and Atsumu seated on the bleachers drinking from their water bottles. “We gotta do something about Omi-san and Y/N. I don’t like seeing him sad.”

Atsumu nods and looks at Bokuto. The two share a knowing look and discuss with Hinata. “So, Akashi and Y/n go to the same college, they’re actually in the same language class, so Bokuto can ask Akashi to take her somewhere and we do our best to get Omi-Omi out of his house.” The Jackals hum in agreement and begin their scheming. 

You aren’t much better than Sakusa is.

You’re always either at school, at work, or at home. You try to keep busy to stop thinking about him as often as you do, but that doesn’t really work. So, there has been no progress made on trying to get over him.

Your zombish nature does not go unnoticed by your classmate Akashi. Bokuto and he have been together forever, so when you and Kiyoomi were dating, all of you would hang out together. The both of you have grown close, but Akashi still wasn’t sure what to do.

He came to your apartment to make sure you were taking care of yourself, and sometimes Bo would tag along too. So you weren’t all surprised when he came to your house and seven o’clock on a Thursday evening. 

“Y/N,” he called out to you. “Will you accompany me to the store, please. It’s getting late and Bokuto-san is still at work and I’m gonna get a lot.” Hesitantly, you go with him but don’t talk much. 

Akashi is comfortable in your silence. There’s just something persuading about him, that even if you didn’t want to, you would still go with him anywhere. You start to mentally feel bad for Bokuto, now knowing how he could never say no to Keiji. 

He parks in the parking lot of a field and you jokingly nudge him. “Is this where you’re gonna kill me?”

In all seriousness, he looks back at you and sighs. “No, Y/N, but I have a feeling you might not like me after this,” he tells you as you both step out of the car. 

You’re a little confused until you spot Sakusa sitting at a bench, hands in his pockets, mask on, surrounded by his teammates. The boys leave him on the bench and they all get into Akashi’s car and drive away, but knowing them, they’ll stay in the area and wait for one of you to text (or not, if all goes well).

There’s really no other choice but to sit next to him as the next bench is several feet away and you actually want to talk. You sit on one end of the bench as he sits on the other still unmoving. 

“Hi.” You call out to him, and Sakusa thinks he might actually burst in happiness just from hearing your voice. It’s always hard to tell how he’s feeling, especially when he has his mask on, but he’s glad you can’t see how bad he looks in the night. 

He looks towards you and realizes you’re not as angry as you were when you initially found out. Sakusa thinks maybe time away from him is what you needed, even if he didn’t particularly like that. “I’m sorry, Y/N.”

You nod looking down and play with your hands on your lap. “I know.” There really isn’t much to say since, in your heart, you’re not upset, but more hurt. “I just-I-I want to forgive you, but this whole thing just made me really insecure whether you really want to be with me or not and-”

While you weren’t looking Kiyoomi scooted over to you and held your hands in his. “I’m sorry I made you doubt how amazing you are, that was never my intention.” He moves a bit to face you more and pulls his mask down. “Truth is, I’m really just a coward.” You tilt your head to the side and look at him, confused. “I did think you were kind and sweet that day... and cute.” He whispers that last part. “I just really didn’t think you would like me so I didn’t want to meet you because I was scared you’d be put off by my personality and just me as a person. I didn’t want to get to know you then have you leave me because I’m too much. I know I am. So when Atsumu gave me that exchange, it felt like if it didn’t work out then it wouldn’t be so bad because it was just for space, but it still hurts worse than I could imagine, and I-”

You cup his face and have him look at you. His face was contorted, and he looked like a kicked puppy that you just wanted to let him know it was going to be ok. But you’re also kind of a bitch, so you decide to play with him a little. “Kiyoomi, you have to know that what you did was not nice.” He nods, his head still in your hands. “I’m not really sure if I want to be with you now.” Instantly, he tenses underneath you, horrified. You place your head against his and chuckle. “I’m kidding, Omi. I forgive you. You just can’t do anything like that again, to anyone. If you do, I’m leaving next time, for real.” Man, he’s a 6′4 giant, but he’ll always be little to you. “I love you too, Omi.”

To your surprise, he hugs you to him, practically squeezing you as he breathes shakily. “I’m sorry, I love you. Thank you.” 

While this is touching and all, a ways away, Hinata, Bokuto, and Atsumu are all crying in Akashi’s car watching you guys. Atsumu is definitely going to have his spiker treat them to dinner.

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A/N: Thank you guys for waiting for me! I’m so sorry this took longer than I said, I just had quite a bit going on. This is the end for A bet. Please stay tuned for TWYDLM pt.3 :))

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[jadehqknb]

The kissing prompt with KnB Akashi and his fem s/o please??? 42, 47, & 51... Sorry if that's a lot lol I figured maybe you could somehow combine the threee into a scenario since they kind of go together? If you can't then just choose 1 of the 3! ^^ In need of some Akashi love rn, gotta love the emperor. Thank you!! ^^

Hi yzzy-gggg, thank you for the requests! I thinkyou’re right and these string together well. I agree the emperor could use somelove on this page and I hope you enjoy.

Seijuro Akashi – Kisses #42, #47, #51

#47: moving around while kissing, stumbling overthings, pushing each other back against the wall/onto the bed

#42: Kisses where one person is sitting in the other’slap

#51: hands on the other person’s back, fingertipspressing under their top, drawing gentle circles against that small strip ofbare skin that make them break the kiss with a gasp

As you approach the Akashi Manor butterflies whirlabout in your stomach. It’s not every day you enter the dwelling of modern dayroyalty. Smoothing your skirt for the hundredth time that morning, you standpoised at the door, reaching toward the doorbell.

Its clear tone sounds through the hallway, signalingto Seijuro you’ve arrived. Eyeing the clock, he’s pleased to note you’re early.Punctuality is something he appreciates.

Outside you fidget as you wait, palms slightlysweaty. It’s not just nerves of where you are, it’s who you’re about to see and be working with. Of all the people foryour teacher to assign you to work with it just had to be the one boy in theentire school who utterly intimidates and captivates you. The door opensrevealing a butler in full suit.

He extends a surprisingly friendly smile. “Ah, youmust be miss ______-san, the young master is in the study. If you will pleasefollow me.”

You enter, trying to keep your expression fromshowing the awe you feel for the beauty of Akashi-san’s home.

“May I take your coat?” the butler asks.

“Um, yes, thank you,” you reply allowing him toremove it.

“This way,” he continues after hanging it up.  

Your steps echo through the massive hallway, youreyes trailing over all the exquisite artwork. In little time, you’ve reach the doubledoors of what you presume is the study as your escort stops. He taps so gentlyyou wonder if anyone could possibly hear but a firm, “Enter,” confirms he hasbeen. He opens both doors, drawing back and ushering you forward with a bow andextension of his arm.

“Young master, miss _____-san to see you,” heannounces. He stands again, ready at attention.

“Thank you, Tekkan, you may go,” Akashi-san says ashe rises from his seat. As the door shuts, you bow slightly.

“Good morning, Akashi-san,” you offer, thankful yourvoice isn’t shaking.

“Good morning, _______-san, thank you for being willingto come all this way. Normally I would say we could meet after school but I’msure you know I’m exceptionally busy preparing for the Winter Cup.”

You nod, working hard to maintain eye contact withhim, the intensity of his gaze making it rather difficult.

During the ensuing silence, Akashi observes you,impressed by the way you carry yourself in what is most likely an uncomfortablesituation. His home, he knows, is not the most welcoming and himself rather…intense.He just doesn’t know any other way to be; winners are focused. Partnership andgroup projects are the bane of his existence but when he heard he’d been pairedwith you, well, he knew two things.One: the work would be perfect and two: the company would be enjoyed.

A natural observer, Akashi was rather startled thefirst time he saw you. All day he couldn’t get you out of his head. There was,and still is, something about you that draws him in, keeps his attention onyou. He wonders if you’ve sensed it, but figures probably not. For all hisfocus on winning and the pride of one’s worth, he finds himself admiring yourhumility. You’re kind to everyone, pleasant and respectful, your beautyradiating from inward out.

“Shall we get started?” you ask pulling him from histhoughts.

He smiles and you feel your legs shake. “Absolutely,”he replies heading to the French double doors. Looking over his shoulder he continues,“Forgive my rudeness, is there anything you would like? Tea? Water?”

“No, no, I’m fine, thank you,” you say hastilyfollowing him outside where you see he’s set up, or had set up for him, all thematerials you need for your art project. Having a rather unconventional idea,your art teacher decided it would be a good idea to have her students combinetheir work on one canvas. Looking at the supply table, you see there aremultiple paint tubes, brushes and numerous canvass.

“I thought it best to have additional ones in case somethinggoes awry,” Akashi answers to your inquisitive look.

Of course, he would think that far ahead. Taking adeep breath, you set down your bag, extracting a few books brought forinspiration.

“We won’t need those.” Your red-headed companion’swords surprise you.

“I…I’m not very good at painting freehand,” youadmit.

“In that case, allow me to guide you,” he offers. Hesteps to a docking station, turning on light instrumental music before lookingback at you.

You tilt your head in confusion, but step in frontof the easel when he extends his hand towards it. Moving around you, he gathersa palette, filling it with various colors. Taking a brush, he hands it and thepalette to you. As you step forward, you’re startled when he moves up right behindyou.

“Are you ok with this?” he asks covering your handwith his own, fingers grasping the brush. Throat dry and heart pounding you canonly nod; truthfully, you’re a wreck but would be lying if you said you weren’tgetting a thrill of having him so close to you.

“Relax your arm, that’s it,” he says lowly in yourear and you have to suppress a shiver. Slowly he guides your hand to the paint,selecting the color he wants, and then pulls back, placing the brush againstthe pure white canvas. With slow, deliberate movements, his breath fanning overyour neck, he moves your hand in long sweeping motions.

“I find painting while listening to music to be themost inspirational,” he says gathering another color and moving back to the canvas.“It allows your mind to wander free but at the same time helps you focus onconveying the emotion of the piece, translating it from audio to visual.”

All you can focus on is the heat of his body next toyours.

Akashi has no idea what possessed him to try this,he barely knows you and yet here he is, his chest pressed into your back, his handover yours, his face so near your skin he can smell your perfume and all of it is working against his finely tunedself-control.

When the paint runs low, he releases you, both ofyou missing the contact more than you probably should. You stand stock still,eyes focused on the work you’ve been creating together, though Akashi has beendoing pretty much all the work. Unable to stop yourself, you reach a handforward, the images he’s created feeling like their sucking you into theirdepths. Warm reds, yellows, oranges and pinks swirl together in a typhoon ofcolor, darker purples and blues creating the impression of leaves dancing on afiery wind and in the center of it all there is what appears to be a heart.

You turn your head at the same moment Akashi looksup from what he’s doing. When your eyes lock, it’s as if the rest of the worlddisappears. You have no idea what’s going on between you, but it feels intense andcarnal and…the clatter of the art supplies landing roughly on the table snapyou out of your haze just long enough to realize Akashi is heading towards youat a rapid pace.

A second later, you’re in his arms, his foreheadpressed against yours.

“_____-san,” he breathes out, your name a statementand a question all at once. You barely nod and his lips are against yours. Hekisses you gently at first, but it builds quickly, his arms wrapping around yourwaist tighter. He turns you around, pushing you against the closed doors, makingyou gasp when your back hits the handles.

Akashi curses inwardly; it’s not like him to make amistake like that. Intent on rectifying it, he whirls you to the side, openingthe door and pulling you inside. He lands on the chaise, tugging you down onto his lap, his head craning up to reach your lips once more.

He can’t get enough of your taste, the naturalsweetness of your mouth, the intoxicating scent of your perfume and the feel ofyour body beneath his hands. He’s never felt so out of control in his life.

You’re sure any second now your heart is going togive out. Akashi is, like with everything else, excellent at kissing. A gaspescapes your lips, eyes flying open, when his hand, hot and confident, trailsover the slightly exposed portion of your back between your shirt and yourskirt. He pushes it up further when he feels you lean more into him, pleasedyou want him to keep touching you like this, his already bright eyes flashingwith heat looking at your dazed face.

A hand on the back of your head pulls your lips backto his. He’s more insistent, more intense, holding you tighter and making yourhead swim. Sucking your bottom lip between his teeth, he smirks as you moanlightly, tongue dancing with yours as he enters your mouth and you let himlead.

“Akashi-san,” you whimper, knees shaking from theeffort to hold yourself up.

“Hmmmm?” he mumbles against your skin and youtremble as his hand goes even higher.

Looking into his eyes, you hesitate, nervous aboutcontinuing. You don’t even know why you’ve allowed yourself or him to do this;you barely know each other! And sure, you have friends and acquaintances whohook up all the time, sometimes with complete strangers, but this isn’t how younormally are. The thought that you could have blown a chance with Akashi, of somethingremotely real…

“Do you want me to stop?” he asks pulling awayslightly.

You don’t, but you will, because you’re not thisgirl. You only have to nod once and he’s helping you to standback up, though you’re unsure if your legs will hold your weight. Thankfully,he keeps hold of you.

“I’m sorry, it’s just that…”you swallow once,finding it ludicrous that you could have your tongue down his throat thirtyseconds ago but you can’t get it to work long enough to tell him how you feel.Shaking your head, you try again. Looking back up you finally breath out, “Ireally like you and…and I’m not usually this…this…” you can’t even say thewords, looking away again.

He draws you back to his face, kissing the tip ofyour nose and smiling. “_____-san, please do not think that I think less of youbecause of this. Besides, I’m the one who put us in this position. It should beme asking your forgiveness for my complete lack of decorum.”

“Does that mean…do you regret this?” you ask fearfully.

He shakes his head. “Not at all, in fact,” he leansin again, kissing you gently before admitting, “I’d really like to take you outon a date some time.”

“I’d like that,” you whisper.

“Next Saturday?”

“Perfect,” you reply smiling.

“Good, then let’s get this project done, shall we?”he asks, taking your hand and leading you back out to the terrace.

Needless to say, you both received an “A” for your “stunningrepresentation of the tumultuous storm of the heart”.

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