#Aki Hayakawa Drabble

[chosos-mascara]

throat

𝙖𝙠𝙞 𝙝𝙖𝙮𝙖𝙠��𝙬𝙖 𝙭 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧

(drabble) 18 + minors dni!!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[angstigone]

WARNINGS: saw the post 'your f/os are writing fanfics about you in an alternate universe' and had to wirte something about this (might delve into this further as I had a fic in mind), also this - of obvious reasons - isn't set in the '90s like with csm, she-her/afab character.

it's a guilty pleasure, aki told himself while logging into the website.

it's the sole guilty pleasure he'll allow himself, he thought again as he went through the tags, selecting his personal favorite ones, a few more guilty pleasures that definitely should have had him questioning himself.

'requited unrequited love' - 'hurt/comfort' - 'found family'.

a few months ago, he hadn't meant to watch with power and denji the silly tv show they had grown hooked onto, but he had been too tired to fight them off and upon the sight of you, the quirky side character in the romcom, he had grown a bit enamored.

at first, he had thought it was just a silly puppy crush; everybody fell in love with a passerby - a cute or handsome one - everyday on the streets, so why was his fascination towards you any different?

still, what he had thought was a matter of days had turned into a matter of weeks and then months and then he had found the dredged website that was the bane and peak of his existence. he hadn't read any fanfics till upon googling your name for further stills of the new episodes, he had found a strange article: [you] x reader.

it had been enough to fall into a dark pit of hell, that got aki to repeat a daily ritual each night, before going to bed, as he combed through the few new fics; you weren't nearly as popular as he'd like and the thought of writing some fics of his own had passed his mind a few times.

but that'd be when he knew he had truly done it.

ugh, he hadn't ever felt this way and of course he had to be for a fictional character, albeit you were everything: cute, sweet and kind and it didn't seem limited to your character only. the interviews he had consumed of you had you acting quite similarly to your character although in a slightly more awkward and natural way.

oh aki hayakawa was crushed by his own crush.

and yet, he couldn't stop.

[crimsonkenjii-writes]

Sitting in between Aki’s legs, your back pressed against his chest and his hand on your clit. Rubbing soft circles before teasing your entrance, getting his slender fingers coated in your slick to slide into you more easily. His fingers curling against your sensitive walls as his thumb takes over on rubbing your clit. Your legs trembling as you feel yourself getting closer. Whining out his name with staggered breath. He just smiles and uses his other hand to spread your thighs, placing a kiss on your temple before whispering with his soothing voice, “Be a good girl for me, darling. Don’t close your legs.”

[akicult]

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

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

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

[earthtooz]

𝗡𝗘𝗪 𝗥𝗢𝗨𝗧𝗜𝗡𝗘𝗦

in which: you brighten up aki's routine.

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

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

˗ˏˋ XMAS MASTERLIST ´ˎ˗

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Good. Better. I’m with you now.”

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

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

“Jus’ wanna hold you,” he murmurs.

“You can do that better at home.”

“Let’s get going then.”

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

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

Sensible as ever, your lover is.

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

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

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

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

“Why?” He slurs.

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

“Better?”

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

“We can sleep on the couch.”

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

“Don’t be picky.”

“I’ll bathe you?”

“Why not with me?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He laughs at your comment, “true.”

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

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

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

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

“Hi, my love.”

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

“Yes please.”

“Anything else I can do?”

“Stay with me?”

“Of course.”

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

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

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

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

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

“You love it.”

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

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

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

[stopdyingnow]

𝘗𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘦𝘧𝘶𝘭 𝘔𝘰𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴

Very short Hayakawa Aki drabble. ^^

Warnings: None, sfw. Pure fluff, established relationship, and just Aki being soft to reader. Gender neutral reader as always.

Notes: A very short little drabble I made to get Aki shower thoughts off of my chest. =,

Enjoy the brainrot.

10:00 am.

You felt the soft sheets as you slowly awoke, attempting to regain full consciousness and see fully through your blurred vision and sudden light. Cheeks squished against the pillow. A pair of arms were wrapped around you, as they came closer to you when they saw you were awake.

“You awake?”

“Mhm...

The arms continued to snake around you, nothing but warmth taking you over as they came around you, slowly pulling you into the man named Aki’s chest.

“You must be tired since you stayed up so late.”

“Eh, just lazy right now...”

You said, as you nuzzled your head into his chest. You and him had the day off, and you two would do nothing but enjoy it together.

You felt a finger go up, when more long fingers began to touch your cheek, and then pinched. Aki pinched your cheek to admire the adorable view he had of your pretty face, pure love was all he felt whenever you were wrapped in his arms like this.

“We can sleep together for a bit longer if you want, go ahead and rest sweetheart...”

Sweetheart. You felt a flutter in your chest as he said that.

“Mm...”

You merely nuzzled your head into him more, letting his smell and touch overtake you. All stress, anxiety, and panic had been washed away whenever you woke up to mornings like these. You were washed in an ocean of bliss, floating on clouds as you feel nothing but Aki. Nothing but the warmth of the man who you knew for sure loved, cared, and understood you...

As you buried your head deeper into him, he chuckled at how cute you were to him. He felt like a fire in his chest went off, and pure happiness, awe, and fluff filled his heart and stomach when he saw how adorable you were to him.

He hugged you once more as his soft voice spoke.

“Alright babe, I’ll sleep with you here for a bit longer...”

You had a feeling this day off would be the best you’ve had in a while.

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Plot twist: Aki and reader are waking up the night after they fu-

/j

[yellowflowerbub]

Aki was nothing if not level-headed. However, he’s felt like he’s been greedy as of late.

Ever since the both of you became a pair, you clearly voiced boundaries and openly communicated with one another. A mutual agreement between the both of you had been taking everything slowly. Your first kiss as a couple was a few weeks in which warranted some corrosion from you and a smidgen of liquid courage. The first time you both showed affection in public was a month in and the first time you’d been intimate with each other was three months after officially dating. 

Aki had been feeling content with such until more recently. He didn’t like to think his sex drive was high, more or less below average. Before he met you, he rubbed one out bi-weekly, more to blow off steam rather  anyway, but he craves your touch; fiends for it even. He regularly twitched when you touched his chest or spoke to him a tad too sensually. He’d rather be burned at the steak than lead you to believe he solely lusted after you, yet, he felt you both were intimate far too little. Was bi-daily sex something only long term couples did?

[wolfnlamb]

grocery run

No disclaimers; sfw. Hayakawa Aki drabble..? headcanon? Just me fantasizing about him doing mundane things at the grocery store. ♡ word count: 400

When Aki goes to the grocery store, he knows exactly which aisle he needs to walk down. He has a small, worn notepad that fits in his back pocket, which he brings everywhere when he’s running errands. His grocery list is perfectly legible inside the book; with little bullet points for each item. Each time Aki finds the item he needs, he’ll stop to cross it off, feeling satisfied. His roommates make fun of him relentlessly about the little lists.

Aki’s movements are smooth, effortlessly gliding through the store, managing to not bump into any others when it’s crowded. He knows the layout of the store like the back of his hand.

Sometimes if he only needs a few things, he'll carry the items in his arms, too stubborn to get a cart or a basket. But if he does decide to use a cart, he’ll leisurely coast down the aisles, leaning forward on his forearms. He’s handsome, of course. With his dark hair tied neatly on top of his head, a few pieces fall into his eyes while he scans the selection of canned soup. He’s been hit on before while shopping, catching the eye of more than a few strangers. Occasionally someone will strike up a conversation in the snack aisle, or maybe they’ll try asking if he knows where the eggs are, hoping to catch his eye. Each time, Aki is courteous but never shows interest, shrugging them off coolly. He doesn’t have time for any of that.

Sometimes he’ll pass the floral arrangements and the colorful bouquets entice him. Aki likes the chrysanthemums the most; he has to stop himself from rubbing the smooth, yellow petals between his fingers while waiting to check out. He isn’t sure if Denji and Power even appreciate the small gesture of bringing home fresh flowers, but he does it anyway, mostly for himself. Smelling them in the mornings makes him happy.

He’ll pay for his items and insist on helping bag them too, always feeling a bit uncomfortable when he isn’t being useful. And you’ll never catch him leaving a grocery cart in the parking lot, pushed against the curb. Aki walks all the way over to the designated cart corral, pushes it inside, and will even wait to see if it rolls back or not. That’s a number one pet peeve of his when people don’t return their carts.

[witchywcmans]

NEEDY. | AKI HAYAKAWA

synopsis ━━ you were in need of a roommate, and aki hayakawa needed a place that wouldn't ask any questions. you went to work during the day, while aki worked late nights. you basically had the apartment to yourself. it was honestly a match made in heaven. but then, you just had to come home one day and catch your roommate in a precarious situation. (aki x f!reader.)

content warnings ━━ voyeurism (just a wee bit), sex-deprived aki 🫶, but also possessive + jealous aki, masturbation, dirty thoughts + wet dreams, fingering, praise, multiple orgasms, classic missionary, unprotected sex, creampie, mutual pining/confession, kinda au (we're not mentioning the gun devil arc), aki has lived to see 26 + reader being a similar age, some religious imagery. nsfw (minors + ageless blogs dni).

word count ━━ 5.1k

song inspiration ━━ dealer, lana del rey / friends, chase atlantic / double fantasy, the weeknd

author's note ━━ hi.....hello.........so this idea has been in my head for a little bit, and I realize roommate aus like this are simply not that original, but god dammit I just needed to get this out of my head. anyway, I lurrrrrv sex deprived aki. shout out to my friend hollis for screaming about this with me hehe 💓

The most words you had ever said to your roommate were on the day you interviewed him before he moved in. You immediately noticed that he was strange, but also shy and seemingly harmless. When you had asked why he needed to move in so quickly, he had said something along the lines of a “toxic environment” with his previous roommates: “Denji and Power are just too noisy and reckless. They’re four years younger than me. I need a place less chaotic.” You had been interested in getting to know more – you were curious, after all, about your potential roomie – but once he mentioned that you’d probably never see him because he worked nights, you were sold.

Aki Hayakawa was your new roommate.

He had never been more excited to finally get away from Denji and Power and the tumultuous mess they had turned his apartment into. He was older now; he needed something for himself, even if it was with a roommate. Being a Public Safety Devil Hunter, he needed a place that didn’t think twice about him, a roommate who didn’t ask questions. That’s what he liked about you: your place was on the right side of the city, and you looked at him like he was normal. The Fox Devil said you weren’t going to be good for him, but Aki tended to ignore them anyway.

You had helped him move into your second bedroom just a week later and he hardly said a word, except to ask you who had formerly occupied this space. You were hesitant to talk about it at first, but you cracked soon enough: “My old best friend lived in here. We had rented this place together, but we … aren’t exactly speaking anymore,” you admitted, setting a box down at his feet. “I came home from work one evening and found my boyfriend cheating on me with her. It had been going on for months, right under my nose.” You looked away when you felt your eyes start to sting with tears, sniffling them away. “Friends come and go, I guess. But I’m thankful you, at least, worked out to rent this space.”

“Well,” he sighed, opening up the box as you turned back to him. He smirked. “I promise I won’t sleep with your boyfriend.”

You had laughed, and what a pretty sound it was. After move-in day, Aki was true to his word that you almost never saw him. You worked a normal 9 to 5, while Aki … well, you had no idea what Aki did. You assumed he was a security guard or something with the hours he worked and how he was always wearing a suit and tie. He was working all the time, even weekends. Sometimes, you would catch him coming home as you were leaving for work, or on Sunday morning as you ate breakfast in the kitchen. He would be too tired to talk, simply waving at you before retiring to his room.

It was almost like living alone … except for notes he’d sometimes leave you on the stove or the bathroom. Or the weekend mornings, when he’d get you a coffee and leave it out for you before going to his room. Or the once-in-a-blue-moon nights when you’d stumble in the early hours of the morning after drinking in the city with some friends, standing out on the deck with Aki as he smoked a cigarette. Nights like those, you could’ve sworn Fate was trying to get you two to see each other, because you would be arriving home at just the right hour and Aki would be getting off work early. And you would find him on the deck in his suit and tie, cigarette hanging from his lips, hair pulled up in his classic topknot. He would find you leaning against the railing in nothing but a short dress, the glitter on your lids making your eyes sparkle even more, and – god, you were just so pretty.

After that night, he started dreaming about you. He dreamed about how your lips would feel against his, what it would be like to have you sleep next to him and rest your head on his chest. He was consumed by thoughts of you under him, how you tasted, the way you’d tremble if he kissed that sensitive part of your neck you told him about one late night on the deck. His need for you was insatiable. In his line of work, there wasn’t much time for dating, let alone sex. He hadn’t been thinking about it that much, especially when he’d been housing Denji and Power, but now … he couldn’t stop thinking about you. Naked. Underneath him. On top. God dammit, he’d have you any way you wanted.

It made him wish he had acted on his instincts that night on the deck: pushing you against the sliding door, his lips crashing onto yours, hiking your skirt up that just barely covered your thighs and using his non-dominant hand (the one that didn’t shake) to feel how wet you were. But alas, Aki Hayakawa was a gentleman. 

You two had been living together for a year. He hardly knew you, but also knew you like nobody else did. He knew how you took your coffee – black with two sugars. He knew the brand of toilet paper you liked. He knew that you liked to hang your coats in the closet on the right side. He knew you drooled in your sleep, and what TV shows made you laugh, and how much your water bill was each month.

He was acting out in ways that were unlike him. If he came home from work and saw you had a guy over, he made his presence known. When you were at the office, sometimes he would go to your room just to smell your perfume, and other times he would steal your panties. (He always gave them back, feeling too shameful. But he did keep one underneath his pillow.) Some nights, he would pretend to leave for work early and you would retire to your room for the night, and then he would hear the familiar sound of your vibrator and – fuck, he had to go to work hard. Again. 

You were taking up too much space in his head. He was becoming distracted at work, thinking about what you were doing during these late hours. Maybe the Fox Devil was right: you weren’t good for him.

But he wasn’t moving out any time soon.

It was a Thursday after work and you were completely exhausted. After attending endless meetings and having to argue with coworkers all day, you left work early and were grateful to have a night alone with some leftovers from the night before. You had completely forgotten Aki telling you earlier in the week that he had this Thursday and Friday off, your mind preoccupied with work responsibilities. Sighing as soon as you walked through the door, you set your bag down and shuffled out of your shoes. You shut the door softly, at peace with the silence. You didn’t even have the energy to get out of your work clothes; you simply padded your feet to the fridge, plucking your leftovers out. It was only when you reached up to the microwave that you noticed the apartment wasn’t as silent as you assumed.

Sounds emanated from another room.

You got on your tip-toes, not wanting to make much noise if there was an intruder, and felt for the pocket knife you always kept on your person. Passing by your bedroom first, you popped your head inside. Empty. Hadn’t been touched since you left this morning. The bathroom was next, and you held your breath as the sounds got even more noticeable. You peeked into the bathroom and … clear. Linen closet: clear. Coat closet: clear. But the sounds only became more clear as you got closer to the end of the hall, Aki’s room, and –

You stopped in front of Aki’s bedroom, the door cracked just enough that you didn’t need to pop your head in to see what was happening. Aki was home, for once, and you … you were watching him through the crack in the door. But how could you not? You knew where the sounds were coming from now, because Aki was the one making them.

His dark hair swept in front of his eyes as he sat back against his pillows. He wore a white t-shirt, while his boxers bagged around his ankles. Grunts slipped from his mouth – that pretty, pretty mouth you'd seen wrapped around a cigarette. And his hand … his hand wrapped around his cock, pumping furiously – desperately – with a pair of your panties enveloping the head. The same red lace panties you thought you’d lost months ago. 

You almost considered walking away, making noise in the kitchen so he would know you were home, but then –

Then, your name left his mouth in a whimper.

He was stroking himself even faster, muttering your name into the silent room with your panties wrapped so nicely around his cock. He was thinking about you, wanting so desperately cum in your panties, wondering if you thought about him when you used your vibrator. You were frozen in place, completely fixated on him as he leaned back against his headboard, his face finally exposed so you could see the way his jaw went slack, the way he moaned out your name. And – oh my god, you should leave –

But you couldn’t. And deep down, you knew there was a dirty part of you that always wanted to see this. Ever since that night on the deck, when you were wearing your favorite dress and all that glitter, and you noticed that he was looking at you in a way a platonic roommate definitely shouldn’t. You had started to think about him late nights when you were alone with your toy. You brought home dates, wanting him to see, giggling when you recognized his jealous expression. You tried to wake up earlier, just to see him when he stumbled through the door. Once, you even did his laundry to smell the nicotine on his jacket. 

The two of you simply couldn’t help yourselves.

And when you watched him finally reach his peak, spilling into your forgotten red lace panties, you realized just how wet the ones you were wearing had become. You watched him grunt as he came, breathing heavily and wiping the sweat off his brow. And when he muttered under his breath a soft, “Fuck,” you couldn’t help the short gasp that left your lips.

Aki stalled. Oh, shit. You hadn’t been quiet enough. He sat up more in his bed, pulling his boxers up, and you whipped your back against the wall. You cupped your hand over your mouth, praying he wouldn’t come out and see. But he was whispering, “Who’s there?” And you only had enough time to move ten feet down the hall before you heard the creak of his soles on the old floorboards.

“Fuck,” he muttered, louder this time.

Your back went straight, and after what felt like an eternity, you slowly turned to face him. “Aki,” you put your hands up in surrender, “I didn’t see anything –”

“Oh, what the fuck,” he shook his head at himself, quickly walking back into his bedroom. You were stunned, not knowing what to do, as he continued talking to himself in the room: “Stupid fucking idiot not closing the fucking door. What the fuck? What the fuck? My worst fucking nightmare. Fuck, why do these pants always get caught around my ankles? I need to get out of here. Stay at Denji’s for the night. Fuck, fuck, fuck –”

He emerged from his bedroom, now wearing jeans, his favorite Converse, and a leather jacket. He tried to pass you without looking, whispering obscenities under his breath, but then you were tugging on his jacket, lips pressed together.

Aki paused, cheeks red with both embarrassment and anger at himself, but you didn’t let go of his sleeve. He noticed the redness of your face as well, the black of your pupils almost covering your entire eye, and were you … were you aroused?

Swallowing hard, your voice was but a mere whisper when you asked, “How long have you had those?”

He knew what you were referring to. It didn’t take an idiot. Your stares were locked, and despite his shame, he wouldn’t turn away. “A while,” he mumbled.

“How long is ‘a while?’”

“Months, okay?” His eyes narrowed and his voice took on a new tone. “Now, can you let go of my jacket so I can leave and save us both the embarrassment –”

“Months,” you repeated, licking the corners of your lips. His eyes were made of blue fire as he stared down at you, and even with your office attire on, you felt utterly naked beneath his gaze. “I’ve … I’ve been thinking about you for months too.”

Aki took a moment to process your words, and your grip hesitantly released on his sleeve. But he wasn’t – he couldn’t – let you get away so easily. His breath was shaky as he placed both of his hands on the wall behind you, pinning you to it. So many times had you two passed each other in this hallway, so many words left unsaid. And now, he was pressing you against it.

“You’ve been thinking about me … for months,” he thought out loud, leaning in a little and nosing your hair. Your scent was intoxicating. That perfume … he could cum in his pants just from smelling it. “For months, you’ve been bringing guys to the apartment to … to what? Make me jealous?” He chuckled under his breath. It took him so long to put it together. “For months, you’ve been touching yourself right before I leave so I go to work fucking hard.” His nose traveled down to your neck, grazing that spot you told him about, and you shuddered. “You’ve been putting me through the wringer and I didn’t even have a clue.”

“You’re … you’re not so innocent.” You tried to keep yourself together, but it was difficult with him pinning you to the wall and – oh, he was already hard in his pants, pressing into you.  “You’ve been stealing my panties so you can masturbate with them.”

Aki hummed quietly, pressing his lips so delicately to your neck, as if his cock wasn’t completely strained in his jeans. “I supposed I have,” he whispered against your skin, “for months.”

“Since that night on the deck,” you croaked out, hands balling into fists as he licked a stripe up your neck. If he didn’t stop, you’d surely moan. “But I didn’t say anything – didn’t think about saying anything – because … because we’re roommates.”

“We are roommates,” he said, lifting his head from your neck, his lips hovering so close to yours. “And if we’re just stating facts here, I’ve needed to kiss you since that night.”

You didn’t wait for him. Immediately leaning in, your lips pressed onto his in a hungry kiss. His mouth molded to yours, and he tasted exactly like you thought: like black coffee, cigarettes, those raspberry pastries he always kept in the kitchen. His tongue, slipping into your mouth, tangled with yours in a way that you had only dreamed about. Your hands released from their fists, instead reaching up to twist in his t-shirt, bringing him even closer to you. He’d hardly touched you and you were completely, utterly soaked. 

As if hearing your thoughts, his lips broke from yours for just a moment to beg, “I need to touch you.”

“Please,” you whispered back, and his mouth was back on yours.

He dragged one hand down from the wall (his shaky hand, believe it or not), still pressing you against it, and worked on unzipping your trousers. You nuzzled your nose against his as he kissed you deeply, slipping his hand in your pants, past the waistband of your panties and – you were exactly as he dreamed you’d be. Absolutely wet. Just as needy for him as he was for you. “Fuck,” he muttered into the kiss, spreading your soaked folds with two long fingers. 

Your lips tore away from his, a trail of spit following, because you simply had to release the moan you’d been holding in for so long. Despite loving the way your mouth fitted against his, he was glad for it, wanting to see your face when he started rubbing your sensitive clit. And fuck, was it the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen. Your fists on his t-shirt went loose as your body felt like it was made of liquid, angling into his. Your lips pursed, soft whimpers filtering out as he rubbed you in those tight circles.

“So fucking wet f’me,” he mumbled, grazing his lips over yours. “Dreamed about this for months. Fuck, I’ve gotten hard just thinking about this pussy.”

He finally dipped a single finger inside you, and your hips immediately jerked against his hand. Aki let out a shuddering breath when he felt how much you were squeezing just one finger, pumping it in and out of you slowly. “Please,” you whispered, despite his thoughts, “I can take more. I promise.”

You didn’t need to ask him twice. He shoved two fingers inside you, curling them against that spot that had your hips instantly bucking. “Fuck, Aki,” you whined as he plunged those fingers in and out of you, using his thumb to rub your clit. 

“Yeah?” He breathed. 

“Kiss me.”

Aki moaned from your words alone, kissing you hard while fucking you with his long fingers. He was practically drunk on you: your scent wrapped around him, you tasted like citrus, and the way bucked into his hand … god, he needed to fuck you. So bad. And if you didn’t want that, then he needed to jerk himself off immediately or else he was going to explode in his pants. The last thing he needed was another embarrassing moment tonight.

It only took seconds to have you sighing into the kiss, squeezing his fingers like a vice as you came. His thumb on your clit was relentless, taking you over that lovely peak, as you mewled and cried into his mouth. It was almost religious, the way you moaned, and Aki had never felt closer to God than in this moment.

When the adrenaline subsided, he slowly removed his fingers from you and broke the kiss. You watched him intensely as he brought the fingers covered in your slick to his mouth, tasting you. Your lips fell open slightly, eyes going wide while his own closed, savoring the taste. What the actual fuck, you thought to yourself. How the fuck have we been living under the same roof and it took this long for me to see that?

Without missing a beat, you pushed yourself off the wall, winding your arms around his neck and latching your legs to his waist. He lifted you as if you were made of air, kissing you so that you could taste yourself. Before you could even perceive how much time had passed, you were on his bed, blouse disheveled and trousers undone. Even your hair hadn’t left the updo you put it in every weekday. Your eyes flickered to the right and you giggled to yourself. He had finally shut the door.

His eyes remained on you as he shrugged off his jacket, and then his pants. He was back in the same outfit you saw him in earlier, when your panties had been wrapped around his cock like a birthday present. He hesitated before finally pulling off his shirt, and you saw the scars lining parts of his chest. Definitely not a security guard, you thought to yourself but decided not to ask about it now. You reached up as he stood between your legs, brushing your fingers over the scars, and then dragged them down his abdomen. His frame was thin, but he was more built than you believed, always hiding himself under those oversized button-ups.

He wrapped his hand around your wrist as you touched him so gracefully. “Do you want to …?” His voice was so soft, the question hanging off the edge of his tongue.

And then, you smiled up at him, looking like an angel. “Yes, Aki,” you whispered.

He felt like a kid in a candy store. The only thing – the one person – he’d been dreaming about and looked at him as if he weren’t a machine, or a gun with the trigger pulled, was lying before him and liked him. For months, they’d both said. His dominant hand was shaking as he started unbuttoning your blouse, and when you noticed (though you had observed this the day he moved in), you grabbed his hand and placed it on your cheek. With his left hand and your right, you worked together to undo the buttons until your chest was exposed for him. 

Moonlight streamed through his bedroom, the only light source in a seemingly dark area.  City lights reflected on you as you pulled your hair free from the updo, those pretty strands fanning on his sheets. His sheets. Because you were in his bed. The blinking lights from corporate buildings outside your little apartment created a halo around your head and – fuck, you really were something religious. For so long, Aki thought only hell existed. I mean, all the Devils were here, contracted to them. But seeing you splayed out so heavenly for him on his bed, he knew then that Angels had to exist too. 

He took his time taking your pants off, watching the way you bit your lip when the cold air of his room hit your soaked panties. Your eyes glanced up to his boxers, seeing the indent of his long, thick cock, and your mouth went dry. His fingers hooked on the waistband of your panties, slowly dragging down and throwing them off to the side, hoping you’d forget about them so he could pocket another pair. With you exposed and bare on his bed, he really took a moment to admire you: the way your cheeks flushed, how the halo around your head flickered, the way your arousal seeped out of your pretty pussy and your nipples peaked. He just had to touch you; it would kill him if he didn’t. Leaning down, he began peppering kisses on your neck, your collarbone, before finally latching his lips around one of those sensitive nipples. Your breath stuttered at the sensation, and he used his left hand to palm your other breast, twisting the nipple between two fingers. You writhed under him, and he couldn’t help but grind his clothed cock against you, groaning and swirling his tongue around your nipple in tandem. Locking your legs around his waist, you held him to you so he was forced to keep grinding against you. It felt too good, and he wasn’t even inside you yet.

He tugged on your nipple and released it, breathing heavily as his eyes met yours. “If you don’t let me go, I’m definitely going to cum before I’m even inside you.”

“Poor Aki,” you giggled, letting your legs fall back on the bed. “Would that really be so bad?”

His eyes were burning into yours, serious as a heart attack. “I’ve been fucking my hand to the thought of you for what feels like forever,” he whispered, pressing a light kiss to the valley between your breasts. “I don’t want to ruin this moment.”

Aki moved up so that his lips were hovering over yours again, and he could really see the sparkle of your irises in the moonlight. You reached in between your bodies and gingerly massaged his bulge, feeling how much he’d already soaked his boxers with precum. “You couldn’t ruin anything even if you tried,” you replied, your voice light and airy. “I’m on the pill. I’m ready when you are.”

“Shit,” he groaned at your mention of being on the pill, trembling as you massaged him. This had to be another one of his dreams. Just the thought of being inside you without the barrier of a condom … he was so close to completely exploding. He didn’t deserve this, didn’t deserve you, after all the hell he’d witnessed and brought forth into this world. But he couldn’t help himself. He needed to have you, roommates be damned.

He stood up, needing to get away from your gentle hand. You sat up a little to help him tug down his boxers, careful of that shaky hand of his, and his cock sprang free, dripping precum on the floor. Aki, ever the gentleman, laid you back down on his bed with ease, holding your stare as he spread your legs wide for him. He breathed, praying to whatever god placed you in front of him that he wouldn’t cum prematurely. He couldn't remember the last time he had sex, but he was so desperate for you that all he cared about was not tainting this moment, this dream. 

Aki grasped his cock, giving it a few hard pumps and grunting, before positioning himself at your entrance. You both seemed to hold your breath as he finally slid in, just an inch at first, and the two of you seemed to release that shaky, nervous breath. “Oh, fuck,” he groaned, burying himself further in your tight warmth, bracing his elbows beside your head. 

“Keep going,” you begged. “It’ll fit, Aki. Promise.”

You were going to kill him, he was sure of it. Aki had felt the way you squeezed his fingers, but it was nothing compared to pleasure of being inside you, feeling how tight you really were. So much better than his hand. Once he was fully seated inside you, he opened his eyes just to look into yours. Your lips pursed, legs wrapping around his waist once again, and you slowly nodded for him to continue. His cock twitched.

“You’re going to be the death of me,” he muttered, sliding out of you before slamming back in. You cried out, carding your fingers in his hair, and he molded his face in the crook of your neck to muffle his own whimpers. You just felt so, so good – so good that he could cry. To think that his bed had once been so cold, so lonely, but now you were occupying the space, trembling underneath him as his cock slipped in and out of you. 

Your moans were like gospel. For so long, Aki had been used to loud noise: to Denji’s complaints, to Power’s shouting, to the Devils’ in his ear. But now, it was just you two on the altar of your apartment, silent except for your heavy breaths mingling and the sound of car horns outside. You were wet and slick like holy water, taking him so nicely despite his size, and god – it was like you were made for him and he was made for you. 

You tugged on his hair, needing him so badly even though he was already yours to begin with. He really would have you any way you wanted. All you had to do was ask.

Aki was already so close to release, but he needed you to cum with him. As he fucked into you harder, deeper, his cock curving against that spot that made your eyes roll back, he reached in between you two and found that swollen bundle of nerves in the apex of your thighs. “Aki,” you whined, tears pricking at your eyes as he rubbed your clit. He could die happily now that he heard your voice like that in his ear, knowing it was him that made it happen.

“Yes?” He said, breathless, placing sloppy kisses on your jaw. You clung to him, melting into him like ice cream on a hot summer’s day. “I’m so close. Are you close, angel?”

You whimpered at the nickname. “Almost.”

“Almost?” He fingers went a little faster. “Let’s get you there.”

As his two fingers rubbed tight, small circles on your clit, he angled his cock inside of you so that he could brush your G-spot with every thrust. You were now clutching onto him with all the strength you had left, entwining your body with his and feeling his muscles flex against your stomach. He was so deep now and you were so close and oh my god, Aki Hayakawa had you like putty in his hands.

And it was like he knew it without you even saying it. Because as your walls started to clench around him, he whispered into your ear. “Cum for me, angel. Please, please, need to cum with you.”

Your body convulsed, going tight around his cock as you came. Tears streamed down your cheeks and you called out his name, spurring him to fuck into you faster, reaching his own peak in the middle of yours. He groaned deep into your neck, hips stuttering as he spilled himself inside of you. You kept your legs around his waist, not wanting to miss a drop, and arched yourself against him, coming down from the high of your intense orgasm. Aki was still rubbing your clit slowly, whispering praises into your skin like, “Did so good me … So pretty … Could listen to you cum for hours.”

You two laid like that for a while, feeling his cock soften inside you, panting heavily against each other. Once he finally pulled out of you, your combined releases dripping down your thighs, you laid beside each other on his bed and stared at the ceiling. The silence was comforting, until he whispered, “Please, tell me that wasn’t all a dream.”

Turning your head, you smiled at him. “Do you feel this?” You pinched his arm.

Aki flinched. “Ow.”

“Definitely not a dream,” you chuckled.

[paithology]

𝙈𝙊𝙍𝙉𝙄𝙉𝙂 𝙎𝙀𝙓 ☆ ݁ ⋆

- What it's like to wake up next to your loving boyfriend.

Content warnings: Overstimulation, breeding, cnc

Men who appreciate every day they get to wake up to your gorgeous face and just love sharing a bed with you overall. Making sure your pussy is easily accessible to him at all times.

Every morning, the only thought that plagues his mind is your tank top stuck to your skin, exposing your nipples, the flush of your ass against your lacy panties, and the desperate look on your face when you wake up. It gives him a throbbing urge to sink his cock into your pussy.

He’d start with his hands wandering everywhere. from his arms wrapped around your waist to gripping your ass and rubbing you through your panties. 

Pulling them to the side to reveal your wet pussy. The feeling of his cock teasing your folds before he slides his cock in makes you whimper.

He can’t help but groan when your juices flow out as he pushes inside of you. You're just so wet. He loves fucking you from the side because it only makes his thrust deeper, hitting your spot every time.

He tries to silence your cries by shoving his tongue down your throat as you babble and whine about how you can't take much more. Your eyes are filling with pleasurable tears, and your mouth is welling with drool from overstimulation from the way the head of his cock hits your sweet spot nonstop.

He rubs small circles onto your clit, ass swaying from the sheer force of his hips. He begins to get so lost in the feeling of your pussy that he fucks you till he can’t stop. Fucking you through your orgasm His head is in the crook of your neck as he groans at the feeling of you clenching down on his overly sensitive tip.

After what feels like hours, you're reaching back to grip his hair, eyes rolled back. Just begging for him to fill you up again.

Suguru Geto , Choso Kamo, Yuta Okkotsu, Aki Hayakawa, Renji Abarai, Reno Sinclar

Work of: Paige, do not copy.

[chosos-mascara]

movie night

𝙖𝙠𝙞 𝙝𝙖𝙮𝙖𝙠𝙖𝙬𝙖 𝙭 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[angstigone]

WARNINGS: grief, character death, spoilers for the manga, she/her - afab character, au in which reader is a witch, practical magic themed.

«what kind of witch are you if you can't even resuscitate a cat?».

anger stricked the girl's brown eyes as her darker hair fell onto them, to hide the tears of frustration that you knew were brewing; your smile turned lightly as you fretted around the small garden of the cottage to pluck down different herbs, careful not to disrupt the blooming flowers.

«a good and knowledgeable witch» you replied, as you raised - with a slight hiss at the tension in your knees - to face her fully as you discarded the large hat underneath your chin. one of your hands gestured to the neat old table at the center of your private garden where two chair were set.

the girl wasn't the first that had come to her to have something brought back to life, somebody close to her that she had lost and now wanted back even just to make amends.

a cat was the focus of her pleading, although anger had settled in her young features.

you must have looked like that long ago and that's how you knew what to answer.

«I think you are just... a charlatan! here's what you are!» the girl refused your attempt at being pacified, throwing her arms in the air angrily and you couldn't help but feel pity for her.

if she was this desperate for a cat, you thought her life must be miserable without it in it anymore.

still, you knew better.

«to prove to you that I am not a charlatan I shall explain why I can't bring back your adorable crambon» you sat down on the chair comfortably adjusting the house clothes you were around the garden and putting off your gloves with a moan of relief as there was not anything that you hated more than the lack of contact «... when beings die... they... death changes them».

the act of passage from the land of the living to the one of the dead was always traumatic enough to change the essence of the beings; it was aimed, at the same time, to give them peace and retribution and to be ripped away from it...

«... if I were to change your cat back, it'd come back...» deformed, hurting and horrible «... different. not the crambon you knew. not the one that'd be purring in your lap».

the cat would be cruel and an haunting presence, because death laid her mark onto everything: onto everything that life had previously touched.

«you are... you must be... that's a lie!» she knew deep down that you weren't but you guessed that denial was the sole thing that remained to her and you didn't wish to ruin it for her «... I... you are just... you are just bluffing because you don't know how to do it!».

«maybe» you smirked sadly at the girl, raising up as you steadied yourself onto the chair and felt the slight limp that accompanied your tiredness whenever you'd spend too much time chastising young acolyte «... but any other witch - a witch that's rightful of that name - will tell you the same».

the girl looked about to shout something back and instead tears fell from her pretty eyes, a sight that broke your heart and albeit she had been cruel with you and you doubted that this would have given her any relief, you came slowly near her, gently tucking the hair that framed her frowny face behind her ears.

«... still, if you are so stubbornly wishing for a chance to see your cat again, I shall tell you how to do so. it won't bring him back but it'll give you some peace».

you were ready to be insulted and rejected again, still the girl surprised you as she swallowed her loud sobs and after a moment, her eyes shone with curiosity and attention.

she'd have made for a good apprentince, you thought, all too bad you were out business.

«you see... there are times in which the ...veil between the living and the dead... it ... becomes thinner and some...».

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the plates laid one in front of the other in the mark that had been left by the dust as you finished adjusting the flowers at the center, lightly flicking your finger to change the color of the carnations: this color didn't bloom in this season but they had been the first one that he had gifted to you.

memories were important for ghosts and for you, as well.

"I wonder how that girl is doing?" technically the veil was thinner in the previous days, but your own guest was a tardy one, albeit in life he had always been quite punctual. still, the girl hadn't returned to your house begging for more magic lessons so you guessed she might have had her peace.

you, still, sought out your own.

and you found it in the utter dark that befell the room the moment that the sole candle in the room was smushed out of its light. coldness seeped through your thick sweater and thighs, but you felt comforted as a figure - thin and bright - appeared among the black room.

«have you been waiting for long, my love».

«no» you replied gently as came close to him «... how was the trip over here?».

«each year it becomes far more complex» he breathed out once you were one in front of the other «... and I was held back because well... it's funny... there was this cat».

you almost laughed at the irony: of course there had to be a cat.

«a cat, uhm?» you prodded him lightly as one of your hand shot out to his own to the sides with the familiarity that had characterized happier times «... you should tell me all of it at dinner, don't you think?».

and yet, as your hand went to reach and make contact with his own, it held nothing but air.

as your eyes met his own again you found yourself startled at the knowledge.

«I can't touch you» and yet, the veil shouldn't have been that thin... unless it was... «... you are... you are moving on. you are passing onto».

he smiled sadly right back to her, albeit his eyes held the same sadness that was taking over her chest.

«... I know... I am...» he had known. he must have known and yet not told you «... I am sorry».

for passing or for having given you false hope?

and yet, you couldn't berate him: he must have wanted to spare you the heartbreak. again.

«I wish... I truly wish I could stay and I...».

«it's alright» you spoke gently «... I am... I am doing alright. I... power and denji are safe and makima is defeated and I...».

«... and I'll still worry» of course, he had been a worrier. you smiled as you gently enveloped his airy hand. although the sensation lacked, you tried to remember how it had felt to hold his hand. to kiss him.

to be his.

you'd forget it and that's what hurt the most; grief might have let you go, but you'd still miss him. even whe you forgot how everything about him tasted, sounded and felt.

you could have brought him back but he wouldn't be the same.

you guessed it must have been the price you pay for loving somebody.

«I know» you said softly as you felt the coldness of lips press against your forehead for a bare moment «... but I'll... it'll take me time, without your visits but I'll... I'll be happy again».

there'll be happiness after you, because there was happiness before you.

«good» he spoke similarly choked «... I... I want you to be happy although this selfish bastard part of me hopes you shall never fall in love again».

«I don't think I ever will» you admitted a bit choked up yourself «... how many great love can one get? I don't think I'd like to be that greedy».

he smiled sadly, as his shoulders had relaxed at hearing you define him as his «great love».

«just...» you wished as you already felt his matter dissolving right in front of your eyes «... watch over me, alright?!».

«always».

in the darkness, nobody could see your tears, but him.

and that's why you still smiled through the pain.

[crimsonkenjii-writes]

Kissing Aki’s Sore Muscle ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

NSFW • MDNI

cw: not much, mostly fluff, kissing Aki’s sore balls after Denji annihilated them, GN!Reader

── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ.───

Aki walked into his apartment defeated. His body feeling sore, especially his groin. His brows knotted up in pain and his shoulders clenched as he was still feeling the pain even hours later. Slumping through the front door and dropping his sword as he kicked off his shoes.

“Aki, you’re back!” You beam at him, running up to him and wrapping your arms around his neck to bring him down for a kiss.

“Hi, Love.” He mumbled out tiredly against your lips.

You both cuddled up in his bed after he got cleaned up, his arm wrapped around you and pulling you close to his chest. Your ear pressed against him as he low voice rumbled as he talked to you about his day.

“There’s a new recruit in my division. Some punk kid that Makima is making me watch over. Tried doing him a favor and getting him out of the damn job and the kid just nailed me in the balls.”

You perk up with a gasp, your hand covering your mouth,

“Really?!”

“Yeah… kicked me there repeatedly… I lost count after four times. It hurt like crazy,” he brows knitted back in frustration, wincing as he remembered the pain, “I’m still kind of sore…” he admits quietly.

“Awww my poor baby,” you coo, placing a kiss on Aki’s cheek. His eyes closing as he enjoys your soft lips against him. Your hand on his chest slowly gliding down, fingernails dragging across his loose shirt that tickled his skin underneath until reaching the hem of his sweats.

“Still sore?” You repeat him, your lips leaving him to peer into his deep blue eyes. He swallows harshly before nodding. Aki’s eyes stay locked on yours as your body slowly starts to shift downwards. Your hand dangerously close to his clothed cock. Resting on the small area where his hip and leg meet.

Your face now in front of his crotch, glancing up at him for a brief moment before fluttering your eyes closed and pressing a soft kiss on his groin. Your hands grabbing hold of his hips and thighs. “My poor baby,” you coo again, “Let me help you. I’ll kiss it all better.”

Aki feels his blood starting to pump harder. His cheeks starting to burn as he watches you eagerly. His hands timid by his sides as you softly palmed at his growing bulge underneath his grey sweats. Aki’s breath stuttering and coming out shaky as he chest started to rise and fall more dramatically.

Your fingers curled around the hem of his sweats, dragging them down slowly as your eyes locked with his. A small smile on your face as you hummed in delight. Looking back down to see him in his briefs. Placing another delicate kiss on his clothed cock before slowly dragging the fabric down. His long cock springing out of his briefs and falling back to slap his stomach. Your warm hand grasping his length as your breath was fanning over him. Your breath feeling cool compared to his now heated body. He shuddered under your touch, half lidded eyes watching your hand softly graze up and down his length and flicking towards you. Your eyes admiring his features already. His pretty black hair no longer in that silly topknot, soft strands perfectly framing his face that was the cutest shade of pink. His mouth slightly parted as he took in shuddered breaths, occasionally closing to take harsh swallows or hold back whines.

Your hands moved down, gentle as they cradled his balls in your fingers. Your eyes closing as you placed delicate kisses on his sore balls. Your other hand cupping his length and slowly pumping up and down. Your lips still littering feather like kisses across his balls and the base of his shaft. Your lips starting to move upwards, kissing up his cock as your hand continued to massage his balls gently. Your hand moving to his tip, your thumb gliding over his slit that was already leaking precum. Your lips following close behind, still leaving no part of him unkissed. Your thumb moved to the side, your eyes looking up at Aki through your pretty lashes. As you placed a gentle, lingering kiss on his sensitive tip. Aki shudders, his hand shooting up to tangle his fingers in your hair.

“Does it feel good?” You whisper out, licking off the precum that smeared on your lips.

Aki nods frantically, “Yes, yes it does.” He breathes out. Biting down on his lip to stop himself from moaning out loudly.

Your warm hand gliding up, stroking the base of his length and sliding back down to cup his balls. Squeezing them slightly before sliding back up to his length. Repeating the motion as your other hand held onto his hip, your thumb rubbing circles onto the protruding bone.

“Ill kiss you ten times as much as that punk kid kicked you. Ill keep kissing your pretty dick until you feel all better.” You breath against his cock, placing kisses between each sentence. Aki lets out a satisfied groan, his head falling back as he felt your delicate lips against his tip again and your fingers still massaging his balls,

“Please make me feel better…”

[krys4h]

𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 ◞﹒୧ .

✧ ⁝ 𝐚𝐤𝐢 𝐡𝐚𝐲𝐚𝐤𝐚𝐰𝐚 ◞ ྀི

— my thoughts & headcanons on how i think he would be as a lover (or not...) fluff, nsfw, hurt.

𓍯 a silent lover. the type to love in secret, hidden from sight. cold facade, worried heart for his loved ones. you feel his affection in the little things like when you feel down and he always prepares your favorite meal without a word, trying to create comfort and affection that he can't express with words. a confession would be too loud for him.

𓍯 he prefers to watch, observe and protect those he cares about behind their backs. the type to lie to you about his schedule - because it's physically impossible for him to verbalize his feelings - and go secretly confront a devil who was giving you a hard time.

𓍯 aki loves to make love to you during rainy days, forehead pressed against yours, his breath brushing your lips. it's intimate, despite the fact he run away from any emotional intimacy. he can't say i love you with his mouth, makima's shadow covering his heart and his words but he can convey his feelings in his kisses, his hands that circle around your clit, touching in spots nobody did.

𓍯 his eyes that soften only for yours will always follow you, everywhere you're going.

𓍯 he spend his night looking at you when you're sleeping, wondering why God gave him such a gift in his life but not enough time to cherish it.

𓍯 you always felt it even though it was silent. he seemed so detached from you, always careful that his eyes didn't linger on you for too long - attempt failed, they always found you -, you had to squint, see the unsaid, and understand the innuendos to perceive the love he had for you.

𓍯 it takes time. it takes time to go from a cold look when judging a stranger, to the first nods, the first half-smiles that precede the softened glances. it took him time to get used to having someone who cares for him like you do. maybe it was complicated to accept the fact that he was finally the first choice for someone, and not the forgotten youngest of his family like he always was. your warm air when you saw him coming from afar felt weird for him, almost inappropriate. when you seemed too happy to see him he couldn't help but frown at how your eyes always looked illuminated for him. weird. almost inappropriate.

𓍯 it takes time, but the slight pang in his heart he feels every time he feels your affection for him is slowly starting to disappear. he can't be openly expressive like you, but he's starting to accept it. it takes time. his love is silent when yours is so loud that it becomes overwhelming and he feels like he doesn't deserve it.

𓍯 it's understandable, everyone is dying around him. he's the only one who hasn't lost his humanity yet and mourns the deaths of those who defend the people of this city. it touches him. death scares him so much that he can't allow himself to truly get attached to someone, it would be like welcoming someone with big arms for a hug with arms full of thorns. to engulf you, to make you dive with him. no, he can't. he really can't.

𓍯 it doesn't matter how his breath hitches every time he feels when your silhouette towers over him, your hips undulating in the most exquisite way, so eager to please him. he doesn't even need to guide you with his hands on your hips, it's already too good. it doesn't matter the almost painful but sweet feeling he has in his stomach when the lights are out with the only sounds being the creaking bed and your soft breath. he feels so safe with you, you make him so wanted that he starts to think that life might be worth living outside of his desire for revenge.

𓍯 but it doesn't matter, he can't say "i love you", the poor man doesn't even manage to smile normally. there's always an awkward look.

𓍯 he was so caught up in the curse of his family's vengeance that he had closed himself off from any relationship that went beyond the professional sphere. but... it was hard not to succumb to you. he couldn't give you the bright future and romance you deserved, but he could give you the remnants of his heart he had left. working with you, doing missions and hunting devils together, and sometimes, when you were a little too drunk, kisses on the neck that would slip into panting. no commitment. that was what he could offer you. he thought it would protect him from the loss of not putting a word on your relationship, like a wall for pain. he lied to himself so much. he was already madly in love, and if he were to lose you right now, it would be the end of him.

𓍯 it was up to you to decode if the hands that brushed you at night sought only for pleasure or for your heart, because even if for a moment, you would lose control of your emotions and let your love for him express itself, an "i love you" that should have remained hidden, he would not answer it.

𓍯 aki loves you too, that's a fact. but he wouldn't let you see it. he wasn't going to make the mistake of investing too much in a relationship that was inevitably going to go badly, and make you hope. you deserved better, he thought. you were his heaven in the hell that was the daily life of a devil hunter. so dear, so precious to him.

𓍯 𝐤𝐫𝐲𝐬

[tootiecakes234]

I am a sucker for guys that can’t verbalize how they feel about you. Guys that would actually serve you the world on a platter if you asked for it, but can’t even meet your eyes when they are trying to pay you a compliment. Same guys who are more comfortable throwing little insults your way, even tho in their head you are the most perfect thing to walk the face of the earth.

These are the same guys that everyone thinks are rude and standoffish, but behind closed doors are actually just needy babies that want your attention only. From the outside people are probably confused why you’re even together because he seems to be uninterested, but little do they know.

They dont pay attention to the way he looks at you, or the way he can almost read your mind through your facial expressions. They can’t see the way he memorizes every detail about you. Outsiders will never know that almost any free time he has is spent by your side.

He loves you more than anything else ever. He doesn’t have to show the world that….. only you. And he definitely does every single day

Katsuki Bakugo, Kei Tsukishima, Megumi Fushiguro, Aki Hayakawa, Loid Forger, Shota Aizawa, Wakatoshi Ushijima…any of your faves💕💕

[stopdyingnow]

Late Night Warmth

Hayakawa Aki x (gender neutral) reader fluff

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Imagine all you wanted your whole life was a hug.

Imagine just getting someone’s arms wrapped around you. Someone to kiss...Cuddle...

All you’ve wanted was someone’s warmth and love. Their warmth overtaking your body as you laid there. Only showered in pure love, a flutter in your heart, and a content feeling inside your beating heart.

Back then you would’ve done anything for that. And once you had achieved it, you would promise yourself to cherish that person’s love and affection. No matter what. Sealing it in your heart and absorbing all of their care for you. Similar to a sponge for water. Feeling it fill you pr empty heart up, and you’d do nothing but enjoy and cherish the moment.

Something that was true and genuine love.

3:45 am.

Hayakawa Aki’s arms were around you.

His warm and slow breath felt on the top of your head. A warm and comfortable feeling lingering in the air as the soft mattress and bed were surround you two. The fabric brushing against your skin as you would move.

His arms filled with warmth and care. Never hurting you, squeezing you too hard, or anything. Just pure care for your body. As if you were glass about to break if he had squeezed too hard. His skin brushed against yours if he moved, being careful not to disrupt you.

He was wondering why you came. He wondered why you came from the cold of the night. Getting goosebumps and coldness overtaking your skin. Which was now being replaced with warmth taking over your body slowly but surely. Physically and mentally.

His arm snakes around your body once more, pulling you closer into the warm and soft frantic of his shirt. You felt the cotton go against your cheek as your head was in his chest.

Your neck then moved to look up. Disrupting your streak of staying still in his warmth for about 15 minutes now. He looked down at you, pillow brushing against his head as his neck looked down at you.

His throat prepared to speak up, mouth opening and voice ready to be let out to ask why you came. However it was disrupted as he felt something on his lips. It was your lips.

Your body had moved up and rubbed against the fabric to pull him towards you closer, as your lips slowly touched his.

It took him a moment to process it, however his mind had set in and took awareness of it. His shoulders slumping as relaxation overtook him. Along with pure love and a mix of other emotions go through his veins. Love, a butterfly in his stomach, his heart beating faster, his pupils expanding, a skip in his heart...

He felt pure joy and a fire go through him, making his heart skip a beat. It had felt like you got a match, and lit up a fire in his heart.

Your lips pressed against his as you both pulled each other closer. Feeling a rush of emotions go through your bodies.

As few seconds had gone by, and you both had to pull away for some air.

Breaths were heard in the air as you lightly panted. Filling more warmth in the already warm air.

He opened his blue eyes to look at you, taking your features in. His eyes absorbing your appearance which he had always loved to see. The appearance which would always light that fire in his chest.

Once again, he had opened his mouth to speak. His voice getting ready to let sound out along with his words, his throat preparing to speak.

However, as he opened his mouth, you merely put a finger over his lips that were still warm from the kiss.

Your warm skin radiated onto his lips.

He was a bit confused, his mind racing for options on why. However before he could come up with something, your jaw flexed as you spoke first. Voice echoing through the air, as you said some words to him.

“Don’t speak.”

“Just enjoy the moment while we can, because we might as well love each other as much as we can in case it ends in the future.”

Your lips then curled and warped into a smile, a smile that would always make Aki’s heart skip a beat.

Before his mind could have enough time to fully process the words you had said, he felt your lips warmth against his once again. As he felt his heart dance once more.

Ah fuck it, just enjoy the moment while it lasts.

Never know when it’ll end.