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★ pairings: aki hayakawa x fem reader

★ ❝ You were made for this. You were made for me.❞

★ c.w.: unprotected sex, smut, pwp, yearning, breeding kink, no like im serious he's not right in the head yall, cunnilingus, backshots, cowgirl, creampies. its so dirty omg.. not beta'd

★ a/n: chemistry whooped my ass im so behind on updating my fanfics loll. so sorry!!! the class is over so now i'm finally focusing more energy on publishing chapters for you guys! this one was so hard to write, but i hope you all love it as much as i do!!! you know the drill, comment as much as you like!

★ w.c: 12.5k

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“I MADE SOUP,” You said softly, like he’d just come home from a long day at work, like he was your husband. “It should be ready. Would you like some?”

The domesticity of it all drove him crazy.

He opened his mouth to refuse your offer – his stomach was full of cheap beer and greasy food from earlier, and he knew it wouldn’t have been wise – but nothing came out. Not when you were standing there looking like one of the many dreams he’d had of you standing in his house, welcoming him home after a long day at work. So warm, so kind, despite everything that had happened between the two of you.

So, instead, he nodded. The small smile you gave him made everything worth it. He took a seat at your kitchen table, running his hands over the wood surface. He didn’t speak, not yet – just watched as you moved around in your kitchen, glanced around at the house he should not have been in.

There was something poetic about the way you moved. Gentle, even. Briefly, a dangerous image flitted through his mind – you, in his kitchen, donning a nightgown and an apron, just like you were right now. You, heating up breakfast. Him, walking up behind you and pressing a kiss to the back of your neck, telling you good morning. He would give you anything you wanted – you wouldn’t ever have to worry about paying for a thing. No, as long as he could come home to you, he would be happy.

The sight of you made something ache deep within his chest. You moved with grace, preparing two bowls of whatever soup you were making and setting them down at the table – one in front of you, one in front of him.

“Thank you,” He murmured. His voice was hoarse, like he hadn’t used it in days.

If you noticed, you didn’t make any comment about it. Instead, you sat across from him, picked up your spoon, and began to eat like nothing was even wrong.

And he did the same (and it tasted great).

It was silent, after that – soft and oddly comfortable. For a moment, there was nothing more than the sound of silverware clinking against ceramic bowls, of rain hitting the window panes. For once, he welcomed the quiet. It was easier than talking, for one, but he was honestly just glad to even be around you.

Surprisingly, you were the first one to break the silence.

“My husband told me we share a birthday.”

His hand froze over the bowl.

“We do,” He cleared his throat after a while. “I saw in his file.”

We’re both dancing around the elephant in the room, huh?

There was so much more that he wanted to say, but none of it came out. It was stuck in his throat. In fact, he didn’t seem to be able to form a single coherent thought now that he was actually here in front of you.

“Happy birthday, then,” You kept your eyes trained on your soup. “I’m sorry. I know the soup probably isn’t the best, but… I planned on bringing you some, actually. For your birthday, I mean.”

Is this her way of making peace? A peace offering in the form of warm broth and softened vegetables.

She wanted to bring me soup. The thought alone made his throat tighten. You thought of him on your birthday. Even after everything.

And you thought your soup was bad. Truthfully, it was the best goddamn soup he’d ever had, but that was probably just because you were the one who made it. Your husband was a fucking idiot for criticizing your cooking.

He hated himself for thinking it. He had no idea what he had. Aki would have kissed the fucking floor if you served him soup like this every year on his birthday. Would have told you it was the best thing he’d ever tasted, even if it wasn’t, just to see you smile.

It was good, though. Of course it was good. Again, you were the one who made it with love.

Love, he thought. I wonder if that’s what this is.

He’d never felt it before.

He felt unworthy. (And a little delusional). Not to mention the fact that the word felt like a vast understatement. No, he was obsessed. He didn’t love you – no, that word felt dampened, knowing that you had said them to your husband – he breathed you. He lived for you.

He would die for you.

“It’s delicious,” He said, simply because it was. He was nearly finished with the thing before he even noticed, warmth blooming in his chest with every bite.

You looked up, then, “How old are you turning?”

He knew what you were doing. You were steering the conversation away from dangerous territory.

“Twenty-three,” He answered. “You?”

“Twenty-two,” was your reply. He made note of it. “We were born a year apart.”

I know.

He nodded. He didn’t mind the silence that followed, but he couldn’t keep on pretending nothing was wrong, either.

“I missed you, you know,” He finally admitted.

You looked up at him, clearly startled by the sudden shift in conversation, but you didn’t stop him at all.

“It hurt,” He continued, “I… I feel like I can’t breathe when you’re not around,” Averting his gaze, he looked down at the wood grain of your kitchen table. “I don’t know what’s gotten into me. I’m not… normally, I can be sensible about this sort of thing.”

You rested your spoon against the rim of your ceramic bowl. It was probably lukewarm by now.

“We had the same thought,” You hummed quietly.

Aki blinked, “About what?”

“I wished my husband would go away. I know it’s selfish,” You didn’t meet his eyes when you spoke, “He’s so… bad to me. Cold. He’s been insufferable ever since he joined Public Safety, though, but…”

A silence followed, heavy as all hell. Then, you peered up at him through those thick lashes, and he was gone.

“I also wished I could be with you. For a while now.”

Aki’s whole world went still – body included. His breath was trapped in his throat, searching for a way to escape. In only a few words, you managed to turn his entire world on its head.

“I wasn’t stupid enough to think it would actually happen,” You added on like you hadn’t just stolen the oxygen straight out of his lungs. “And now that we… now that something did happen, I got scared. I panicked, and… and I ran.”

Aki reached out for the table – something, anything to ground himself in reality. His fingers felt cold as they dug into the solid wood table in front of him.

“I…” He trailed off. The words fleeted him.

For a moment, you stared at him – really looked at him – before asking, “You really couldn’t breathe?”

He nodded slowly, utterly ashamed by the admission. Truthfully, the first time he felt he’d been able to breathe since the last time he saw you was… well, right about when you opened the door.

“I thought…” You began, setting the bowl aside. “I thought it was just me.”

You too, huh?

Aki’s eyes darted out the window. The rain had stopped pouring, but streaks of water ran down the panes anyway. The streetlamps outside were still on.

“You really drive me crazy,” He muttered, barely above a whisper, like the words had slipped out.

You stood then, chair scraping the floor as you circled around the table. He heard your footsteps, tracking nearer and nearer, and by the time you were finally standing in front of him, he was sliding his chair back like it was muscle memory. The hem of your nightgown brushed his leg as you stood over him, legs trapped between his much longer ones.

You were close enough that he could feel your warmth, smell that damned perfume he’d been dying to smell again.

Slowly, uncertainly, he looked up at you – eyes wide. For a second, the whole world stilled around him.

He watched the apex of your throat bob as you swallowed against it. “Would it be stupid of me to say that I missed you?”

Not when I spent every minute of the last week with you on my mind…

Absent-mindedly, Aki’s hand inched towards your nightgown, trembling fingertips grazing the pale silk. His heart raced – from the proximity, from the scent of your perfume, from the memory of you only a few days earlier, towering over him just like this in the driver’s seat of his car. The memory that burned itself so deep into his brain that he couldn’t think of anything else but the way you looked, how you sounded, every time he stuck the key in the ignition.

He was overwhelmed by you. Giddy, even – No, he couldn’t move, even if he wanted to. Like a mate tangled in a Black Widow’s web, you had him pinned beneath your gaze, trapped in the silken fibers of your soft eyes.

He could only let his unworthy hands caress your soft legs, come to rest on your waist like he was worshipping you.

“I… I missed you, too,” He finally answered. His voice was hoarse, uncertain, but he meant every word of it. He missed you the way a stranded man missed water. “So badly, it hurt. I… I lied when I told you I’d be able to forget about it. About us.”

You weren’t angry with him. Instead, your plump cheeks softened into the prettiest little smile, like all you cared about was the fact that he was here on your birthday. Your hands slid up from his shoulders, over his neck, and slipped into his hair – you brushed it out of his face tenderly, reverently before massaging his scalp with your nails, and his eyes nearly rolled back at the feeling.

I’ve never known a touch so kind in my life.

“You think about me?” You practically purred, leaning down ever-so-slightly.

“Of course,” He answered. “How could I not?” He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you closer. “I thought about you, your smile…” His breath hitched just a little when you gently gripped his hair, tilting his head back so that he could look at you. “I… thought about what I would do if I had the chance.”

I’ve said too much, he thought.

He expected you to pull away. What he didn’t expect was for you to lean a little closer, breath catching on the words, “You mean about what you’d do to me?”

The warmth washed over him in waves, eyes drinking you in while it spread across his face, his chest. More blood rushed down south than he was proud enough to admit.

“Yes,” He breathed.

“I think about that, too. I haven’t been able to forget you, that day in the car,” One of your hands left Aki’s head, sliding down his chest before coming back up again – slowly. “Would you do it again?”

“In a heartbeat,” He replied honestly. His hands slid up your waist, then back down, slipping over the curves of your body before they stopped just below your ass. He couldn’t help himself – not when you were standing so close to him, looking like something out of a dream. “I’d do it differently this time, though.”

“How so?” Was your response. He wasn’t entirely sure when you had leaned down a little further, but before he knew it, your noses were mere inches apart.

God, we’re depraved. He thought. We were made for each other.

Truthfully, though, he’d thought about it more times than he was willing to admit.

“I would… I’d take my time with you. See what you like. Memorize the shape of you. Make you fall apart before I even thought about giving you what you want,” He purred, hands dipping a little lower, just beneath the hem of your gown before they began sneaking up the back of your thighs. When your nails grazed his scalp again, he released a shuddering breath. “Make sure I’m the only man you ever think about.”

His hands finally gripped your ass, pulling a pretty little gasp from your lips.

“Yeah?” you whispered. Barely audible. The sound left your throat like a hush, like a vow. Your hands cupped either side of his head again, gently coaxing him to look up at you.

And he did. His eyes locked with yours, wide and glassy, caught somewhere between reverence and hunger. There was desperation in the way he blinked at you, in the way his breath caught in his throat.

You leaned down until your forehead brushed his, your breath mingling with his, warm and unsteady.

“Then show me,” you said.

His mouth parted like he might say something, but then you were kissing him, and everything else vanished.

He kissed you like he was hungry, like he’d been waiting for this moment since the last time he saw you, and maybe even before that. His mouth was warm, open, greedy. You plopped right down into his lap, and he groaned into your mouth like it physically hurt him, like the sound had been clawed out of somewhere deep.

You whispered his name against his lips. A warning. A confession. A sigh.

“Aki.”

He answered you by gripping your ass tighter, guiding the motion as you ground down, his cock straining painfully beneath you already.

Fuck, you see what you do to me? He thought.

Your dress was still on. His shirt, still buttoned. None of it mattered. Not when it felt like you were coming undone just from the way his hands fit around your waist.

You broke the kiss with a gasp. “I need you to show me.”

He looked up at you, panting like he’d just run miles to get here. “Yeah?”

“We have all the time in the world,” you repeated, slower this time. More certain. “I’m yours.”

I’m yours.

The words made him fucking dizzy.

He barely nodded. His fingers slipped lower again, like he was aching to touch you properly, but holding back because he knew he’d lose control if he did. You climbed off his lap with shaking legs and stood.

He followed without a word, like the obedient mutt he was.

The tension followed you both down the hallway. You led him by the hand into your room, heart pounding, and the moment you crossed the threshold, he hesitated.

Your bedroom smelled like something sweet. Vanilla and something warm, like skin and summer. The whole room was smaller than his, painted a warm shade of green with matching white curtains, oak furniture pressed up against the walls. In the middle of it all was your bed, a queen size mattress on a sturdy oak frame. Your white sheets were drawn tight, soft in the low light. You turned to look at him, saw the way he lingered in the doorway. Hands clenched. Jaw locked.

He looked around your room like it hurt to be inside it. Like just standing there felt too intimate. Like seeing the place you slept with your husband was too much.

“I’ve thought about this,” he said quietly. His voice didn’t shake, but it wasn’t steady either. “I shouldn’t be here.”

“No, you shouldn’t,” You replied gently, sauntering over to him and bracing your hands on his chest. Before aki knew it, he was leaning down again, feeling the way your breath hitched as you spoke against his mouth, “But I imagined it, anyway.”

He kissed you again before you could say another word.

Aki didn’t ease into it this time. He devoured you – slowly, yes, but with hunger he couldn’t hide anymore. His lips pressed firm and desperate to yours, hands curling tight around your waist like he was afraid you’d disappear if he didn’t hold on. You made a small, broken sound in the back of your throat and that nearly undid him.

God, he was obsessed with you.

He always had been, but now – now that he could finally touch you the way he’d imagined – he was drowning in it.

Your arms looped around his neck, pulling him closer, and he couldn’t take it. He needed more. All of you.

He broke the kiss long enough to murmur a hoarse, “Hold on.”

Then, in one smooth motion, he wrapped his arms around your legs and lifted you off the ground.

You gasped, hands clinging to his shoulders, but you didn’t protest. You just looked at him – eyes wide, lips parted, hair slightly mussed from his touch – and he thought he might actually lose his fucking mind. You looked too beautiful like this, too perfect in his arms. His. Even just for tonight.

Aki carried you the few steps to the bed like he was holding something sacred. He laid you down carefully – like if he moved too fast, the moment would shatter.

You didn’t let go of him. You pulled him down with you.

And he went willingly.

Your lips met again as he hovered above you, propped on one elbow to keep from crushing you under his weight. But you didn’t want space. You wanted more, and he could feel it in the way you kissed him – open-mouthed and searching, like you were trying to make up for lost time.

And he gave it to you. Fuck, he would give it all to you – all you had to do was ask.

He kissed you like he had all the time in the world. Because this time, he did. No one was calling him away. No mission. No obligation. Just you and him and the silence of your room, the warmth of your skin beneath his hands.

You slid your hands beneath his shirt and pushed it up, and he let you. Sat up just enough to pull it over his head and toss it aside, leaving him shirtless in front of your ravenous gaze.

Your eyes drank him in, and Aki’s pulse thundered in his ears.

But then you sat up too, hands moving to the hem of your own dress. He stopped breathing for a moment as you pulled it over your head, letting it fall somewhere off the edge of the bed.

You were beautiful.

No. You were more than that. You were unreal.

His breath caught, and for a long second, he didn’t move. His eyes trailed down from your flushed face to your collarbone, to the soft rise and fall of your chest, to the curve of your waist, then back up again.

Then he saw it. The scar.

It curved just beneath your jaw, faint but visible – the wound that devil had left the day the two of you had gone on a walk together, likely healed by someone in the Bureau’s med ward. His eyes darkened at the sight of it. He reached up, brushing his fingers gently along the edge of it.

Your breath hitched.

He didn’t say anything. Didn’t ask. He knew how you got it. And he hated it. Hated that something had touched you, marred you. That you’d bled.

His fingers lingered there, and then he leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to the scar.

You stilled beneath him.

“You’re beautiful, you know that?” he murmured against your skin, lips brushing over the mark like he could erase it with his mouth. “God, I wish you could see yourself.”

Your hand curled around the back of his neck. “That’s rich coming from you.”

“You make me look like community service work.” He kissed it again. Slower. Firmer.

You let out a trembling breath and pulled him back down into your arms. Fuck.

And when he kissed you this time, it wasn’t just desperate. It was worship. It was all the longing and guilt and need he’d swallowed down, spilling over, flooding his chest and pouring out of his mouth onto yours. You tasted like everything he’d ever wanted and never let himself have.

But now – God, now – you were here. You were kissing him like you’d never stopped wanting him. Like you’d thought about this just as much as he had.

And Aki was going to take his time with you.

He pressed a tender kiss to your jaw, peppering the valley of your neck, your collarbone with kisses. He didn’t rush. No, he moved slowly, looking up at you while he did it – watched the way you wiggled and arched beneath him, the way you released a shuddering breath in anticipation.

He moved lower, lower, lips lavishing your soft, plump belly, your navel. Then, once he was low enough that he could practically smell the arousal seeping out of you, pooling between your legs like honey, he spread your thighs further apart – settling right in between them.

You stilled. “What are you doing?” You asked.

Aki’s hands were on your thighs already, gently pulling them apart, tracing small circles onto your warm skin. When he looked up at you, he imagined he must have been quite the sight – hair disheveled, eyes half lidded and hungry. His voice was rough when he answered you.

“Something I should’ve done a while ago.”

Your hand came down reflexively, pressing against his shoulder, against his hair, something in your expression unreadable. Nervous. Flushed. You shook your head just once, a little too quickly.

“Wait. I’ve never…” You swallowed. “I’ve never done that before.”

Aki froze.

Just for a moment.

And then it hit him. What you meant. What it meant.

Your husband – he’d never touched you like this. Never had the patience, the reverence. Never looked at you and wanted to unravel you. Never cared enough to learn the way your body softened under attention.

He had never even tasted you before.

This fucking cunt, Aki thought. He has all of this walking around his house, and he doesn’t even know what to do with it.

You didn’t know what you were missing, but he did, and he was about to show you.

“Relax, Angel,” He crooned, softer now. Tender, but still firm. “It’ll feel good. Just let me take care of you.”

He leaned down, then, and pressed a slow, gentle kiss to the soft heat between your legs – just over the fabric of your panties. In the middle, the fabric was stained darker, soaked through already.

“Let me taste you,” He breathed out.

You didn’t say anything. You didn’t need to. The way your thighs parted just a little further was enough.

Aki slipped his fingers under the hem of your panties, tugging the fabric to the side, exposing the glistening skin he’d imagined so many times it felt like déjà vu. He’d pictured this. Every detail. Every reaction. He just never thought he’d earn it.

His fingers slid through your folds, slow and reverent, and when he pushed one inside you, your hips twitched, your breath caught – and it was exactly how he imagined it.

You were soaked. So fucking warm around him, so tight. Your muscles fluttered at the intrusion, your hands gripping the sheets like you didn’t know what to do with yourself. Like you were coming undone just from this.

Aki’s eyes were locked to your face – watching, learning, committing everything to memory. He moved slowly, gently. Wanting to savor every moment, every sound, every shift in your expression. You were trembling beneath him, breathing in ragged gasps.

He needed more.

He slipped a second finger in. You whimpered. Tilted your hips toward him like your body had already decided it trusted him.

He thought about how long he’d wanted this. How long he’d dreamed of you like this – laid out for him, hair spread across the sheets, mouth open in pleasure, chest rising and falling as he worked you open nice and slow.

And now, it was real.

He curled his fingers just a little and felt you gasp, thighs twitching.

His eyes dragged down between your thighs again, lips parting as he stared at the place where his knuckles disappeared inside of you, then reemerged coated in your slick.

I need to taste her.

Aki didn’t wait for another breath. The second your thighs parted for him, he lowered his head, and everything else in the room dissolved.

The first taste of you – warm, wet, dizzyingly sweet – made him moan so low in his throat it vibrated straight through you. His mouth moved like he was starved, like he’d craved this for so long it physically hurt to finally have it. The drag of his tongue was messy, almost clumsy with urgency at first, and then it smoothed out.

He groaned again. Louder. Like he couldn’t help himself. Like the taste of you knocked the air out of his lungs and replaced it with need.

“Oh my god,” You gasped, eyes fluttering shut as your back arched off the mattress. His hands slid beneath your thighs, curling around them firmly, pulling you closer into his mouth like he needed to devour every part of you – needed to feel your legs trembling against his cheeks, needed you to press against his face until you couldn’t anymore.

“Fuck,” he breathed into you, not even meaning to say it. He moaned again as he buried his face deeper, letting his tongue explore every part of you – slow at first, then firmer, rougher, until you couldn’t keep still. You squirmed under him, hands slipping into his hair, tugging when the rhythm sent your breath stuttering.

And he loved that.

You were soaked. You were warm and soft and perfect against his mouth. He mouthed at your clit now, tongue circling in slow, reverent swipes, and when your hips jerked, he groaned again – grinding himself into the mattress beneath you like he needed some kind of relief.

“Aki–”

You said his name. A broken whisper.

And it shattered him.

God, you sounded just like he imagined – no, better. So much better. He’d fantasized about this a thousand times and still hadn’t come close to the way you melted for him now, the way your thighs trembled around his head, the way your voice cracked as you tried to speak his name again and couldn’t even finish it.

He kept going. Tongue relentless now, lips wet, open, messy. He didn’t care about control. He didn’t care that his face was drenched with you. He wanted it. Fuck, he wanted it all over him. He wanted to fucking drown in it.

His hands brushed the back of your thighs, tossing them over his shoulders while he continued to devour you. Then, slowly – slow enough to have you gasping, back arching up off of the bed – he began moving his fingers again.

“Fu-uck!” You cried out.

That’s it, he thought. Good girl.

“Aki–” you gasped, voice pitching into something startled and pleading, your hips jerking as he sucked over your clit in a slow, devastating pull. “Oh my god – Aki, please –”

That did something to him. You saying his name like that. Not casual, not careful, not in passing. Not “Aki” like a coworker or a friend. Not like someone familiar.

But like someone you needed.

He moaned into you, openly, hungrily, the vibration making your breath catch as he pulled you closer by the thigh. His hand was firm, steady, but not rough. He held you like you were breakable. Like he was allowed to have this. Like he was going to earn it.

Your hips rolled instinctively beneath his mouth and his rhythm adjusted to match, tongue drawing slow, unrelenting circles. He flattened it against you, licking broad and open, then closed his lips around you again and sucked softly, then harder, more insistent when you whimpered for him.

And he was a mess about it. Not shy, not distant. His mouth was soaking with you, face slick, lips wet and open and pressed so deep against you. He moaned every time you gasped. Every time you grabbed for his hair. Every time you whispered, “Don’t stop,” like he’d even consider it.

“Aki, fuck, I—” Your words cut off in a strangled noise when his tongue flicked against the most sensitive part of you again, and again, and again, each one a little firmer than the last. “That feels so– God– I can’t–”

You couldn’t get your thoughts in order. Couldn’t make your limbs cooperate. Your thighs were trembling now, heels digging into his back as your body started to climb toward something slow and hot.

He loved it.

He loved seeing you like this – undone, breathless, stunned by how good it felt to be pleased. You were gripping the pillow beside your head now, head thrown back, neck arched beautifully as you sucked in another desperate breath.

“Holy f-fucking…” You gasped out.

He moved one of his hands to your hip, grounding you, thumb stroking gently there as he buried his face deeper. Deeper.His mouth dragged open and wet and full over your clit again and again, tongue gliding, flicking, pushing you higher with every pass.

Your thighs clamped around him, and he didn’t pull away.

He made a depraved sound – loud this time, voice raw with need, hips grinding into the mattress from the sheer high of it. You were losing yourself, and he got to watch it. Got to be the one to give it to you.

“Don’t stop–”

He was so lucky.

You whined his name again, voice cracking halfway through. “Aki, I– I can’t– oh my god– please–”

You were close.

So close.

And Aki could tell. He could feel it in the way your legs shook, in the way your whole body had gone tight and breathless beneath him. The way you pulsed around his fingers. The hand you had in his hair tightened again and he groaned, responding immediately by sealing his lips around you and licking faster, harder, desperate to hear what you sounded like when you finally broke.

He wanted it. Needed it.

He wanted to be burned into you. So that even after this moment passed, even after you tried to walk away again, you’d still feel him. Still remember.

Your hand trembled as it slid down his arm, trying to hold onto something, anything. You were gasping – panting – and he didn’t slow down. Not once. Not when you whimpered, not when your thighs shook, not when your head tipped back and your voice cracked again.

“I–oh god, I–” you sobbed out, so close now your legs started to tremble. “I’m gonna–oh my god–”

But he didn’t stop.

Not even when your thighs tightened around his head. Not even when your fingers twisted into his hair hard enough to hurt. Not even when your hips arched so high off the bed that he had to press you back down gently with one hand.

He wanted this.

He wanted to taste every part of it. Wanted your climax to hit you like a wave, wanted to feel it pulse against his tongue, wanted to be soaked in it – marked by it. He needed to feel your pussy gushing all over his face.

“Don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop– fuck!”

His tongue kept working you through it, steady, firm, sure.

You were shaking.

Hands clutching the sheets, the pillow, him. Breath catching with every stroke, every pass of his tongue. Your thighs trembled violently around his head, your whole body seized in a kind of desperate, gasping stasis.

Then you snapped.

It hit so hard it knocked the breath out of you. Your mouth fell open but nothing came out – no words, no sound. Just the raw, helpless exhale of someone completely undone. Your back arched sharply, and your thighs clamped around his head as you gushed, heat pouring out of you in waves you couldn’t hold back.

Aki groaned into you, deep and filthy and so turned on it sounded like he was the one cumming. He licked you through it – never stopping, never slowing – tongue dragging through the wetness, tasting you like he’d waited his whole fucking life for it.

He couldn’t breathe. Didn’t want to breathe – Because you were soaking his mouth. His chin. His neck. You were everywhere, and he wanted all of it.

Your climax pulsed through you, another shuddering wave, and you cried out this time – high and broken and so real it made his cock twitch against the mattress. He was leaking all over the inside of his boxers, and he didn’t even care. You grabbed at his hair, tugged without thinking, and he moaned again – like pain was just another form of reward.

Yes, he was being good. He was making you feel good.

“Fuck– Aki– ” you gasped, voice caught between pleasure and disbelief, “‘S so good.”

Your body said it all. The way you shook. The way you couldn’t stop twitching beneath his mouth. The way your slick soaked his face, his hands, the sheets beneath you. He kept licking, slower now, but still there. Still tasting you. Still making sure you felt him.

Then, once he was satisfied, he crawled up the bed, pinning your hands to the mattress, face covered with an obscene mixture of his spit and your juices. He was practically dripping with it, even as he kissed you with all of the strength he had left. You didn’t seem to mind the taste at all, wrapping your arms around him and pulling him closer, slipping just enough tongue into his mouth to have him reeling.

Aki couldn’t stop looking at you.

Your hair was fanned out against the pillow in a dark halo, sticking slightly to your temple. Your lips were parted, kiss-swollen, wet. Your eyes were half-lidded, glazed with the afterglow, and you looked like you’d just stepped out of a dream – but to him, you’d always looked like that.

“I’ve never felt that before,” you whispered, voice soft and wrecked.

His heart stuttered.

He gave a quiet half-smile, still breathless himself, hand braced next to your head. “What, you haven’t cum before?” he asked, teasing gently – not mocking, never mocking – just playful, like he could tug a little laugh out of you.

But you didn’t answer.

His smile faded. “Never?”

You shook your head once. “Not before you.”

He stared at you. At your damp cheeks, your fluttering lashes, your glistening collarbones, the tremble still in your limbs. And the weight of what you’d said – of what you’d trusted him with – sat heavy in his chest, blooming out into something hot and tender and almost fucking unbearable.

He leaned down and kissed you – slow, tenderly, like he had to show you just how much that meant to him. That he got to be the first. That you let him be the first. That no one before him had taken the time, the care, the devotion to see you like this, to unravel you with their mouth, their hands, their want.

When he pulled back, his voice was thick, low.

“I’ll have to take extra good care of you, then, won’t I?”

He watched you nod, dazed and soft, looking up at him like you still hadn’t come all the way back to your body.

You were beautiful.

Not just in the obvious way. Not in the way strangers might have said from across a room. You were beautiful in the way only someone in love could understand – in the slope of your thighs, the softness of your stomach, the stretch marks, the vulnerability in your eyes as you looked up at him, asking for more without saying a word.

“I need more, Aki,” you said.

He nearly lost it right there.

You reached for his waistband, began peeling his pants down, and he let you. He watched the way your hands moved, the way you bit your lip without realizing, the way you focused on the buttons like your hands were steadier than your voice. He kicked his pants off, not even caring where they landed.

You were already reaching for the waistband of his boxers.

He was hard – painfully so – and when you touched him, his breath hitched, jaw going tight.

He reached down, guided himself to your entrance, and hovered there. He could feel you – warm and wet, like a fucking dream.

“I’m gonna make you feel real good,” he said softly, eyes locked to yours. “Promise.”

You nodded again.

And when he pushed in – slow, careful, watching every flicker of your face – both of you gasped.

The heat of you, the tightness, the way your body clung to him instantly – it knocked the breath out of his lungs. He had to close his eyes for a second just to breathe (and to stop himself from cumming).

You were perfect. Warm, wet, so tight around him. You clutched at his shoulders as he bottomed out, and he could feel every shaky breath you took against his throat.

Your mouth parted – no words, just a soft, fragile sound that wrecked him completely.

And Aki – he was fucking gone. Utterly lost in the way you felt wrapped around him, in the way your hands trembled as they moved over his back, in the way your lashes fluttered, your thighs bracketed his hips, your skin burned beneath his palms.

You were even softer on the inside, soft enough that your body clung to him, kept him trapped there, like you were adjusting to how deep he was – the stretch of him. Fuck, he felt deep – buried in you, right up to the hilt with his hips pressed right up against yours. He couldn’t move a muscle. No, not when the feeling of your body gripping his cock was driving him up the wall.

Aki was holding his breath. He didn’t realize it until you shifted beneath him – just slightly, just a circular motion with your hips, but it was enough to make your breath stutter.

That sound – Fuck, that sound.

I want to be inside of her for the rest of my fucking life, he thought.

“You okay, Pretty?” He asked you – just to check, but his voice was rough.

You nodded. Your brows were furrowed – not quite in pain, but in what almost looked like disbelief. Your pretty, plump lips were parted just slightly, dropped into a trembling gasp. Your eyes fluttered shut for the briefest moment like keeping them open was too much to bear. Then, when they opened again – unfocused and hazy – they looked up at him like he’d hung the fucking moon in the sky.

And, shit, he would do that for you.

Aki brought a hand up to cup your jaw. He could feel your needy pussy squeeze around him, walls molding to the shape of him like he was meant to be there. He didn’t want to ask you if you were alright a second time. No, he wanted to watch you – observe the way the shock on your face melted into something warmer, more satisfied. He wanted to watch you take him.

Just when he was about to ask if he could move, your legs wrapped around his back, pulling him deeper, urging him to do so.

I hear you, he thought with a grin.

But still – he didn’t move. Not yet. He leaned forward, breath fanning over your cheek, and murmured against your ear, “What do you want, sweetheart?”

I wonder if she would make a good mother, he thought selfishly. Briefly, the image of you carrying his child flashed through his mind. He had to physically squeeze his eyes shut to push it down, to repress the animalistic urge.

Married.

You gave a frustrated little huff, eyebrows drawn, bottom lip puffed into the kind of pout that made his stomach clench.

“Use your words,” he whispered, grinning against your jaw.

Come on, pretty girl.

I know you can do it.

You narrowed your eyes at him, teeth sinking into that swollen lip. Then you groaned softly, head falling back against the pillow. “Aki,” you breathed, the words strung out in a way that sounded like you were barely hanging on. “Move.”

God, your voice.

That tone alone made him twitch inside you, made his restraint wear thinner by the second. But he wasn’t done teasing you.

Not yet.

He kissed the edge of your mouth, humming like he was considering it. “I’ll think about it…” He let his lips trail lower, to your throat, your collarbone, while he spoke, “…if you ask nicely.”

His canines grazed your neck. Again, not hard enough to mark, but enough to make you gasp. He knew what you liked.

When he pulled back, you gave him a look.

That sharp, dangerous glint in your eyes – the one that meant trouble.

Your pout softened.

And then your fingers slid down his torso, feather-light, drawing slow lines across his abs. Your touch burned him. And your eyes never left his as you leaned up and whispered, sultry and low:

“I wanna feel you inside of me, Aki. Fuck me like you mean it.”

His breath caught in his throat.

You added, “Please?”

That voice – God, that voice – was nothing like the quiet, hesitant one he’d first fallen for. The girl who used to glance away whenever his eyes lingered. That version of you was gone now, replaced by the one beneath him, flushed and soaked and so ready for him it made his head spin.

“Fuck,” he whispered.

He could make you beg a little more, but that would be cruel. And he wasn’t cruel.

Not to you. Never to you.

No, he wouldn’t dream of keeping his girl waiting.

“Yeah? You think you can take it?” He licked his lips, “Your wish is my command, Princess.”

Finally, Aki began to move. When he did, it wasn’t harsh – not yet. But it was deep. Long, savory strokes that made you gasp and arch your back. Your hands flew up to his shoulders like you needed to hold onto them for dear life.

And he brought his hips down with a passion, pulling all the way out of you – leaving just the tip inside – before sliding back into you with ease.

Wanna give her more, he thought. She can take it.

He slid his hands up the backs of your thighs, manhandling them over his shoulders. Then, a little harder, he fucked you into the mattress.

Your jaw hung open, head falling back onto the pillow while you groaned, “Oh, fuck, ‘s deep–”

It was. It was so deep, in fact, that he could feel the tip of his dick pressing right up against the deepest places inside of you.

“This is what you wanted, right?” He teased, licking his lips while he ground into you from above. His arms ached, and he didn’t even care.

The shift in angle seemed to do wonders for you – you let out the most sinful little gasp. Something low and primal curled in his stomach, something that made him brace his weight onto one arm, using the other to trail up your chest while he moved his hips a little faster. Not too much, but just enough to have you peering up at him with those sad, puppy-dog eyes of yours, like you couldn’t even form a coherent thought.

Then, he wrapped his fingers around your neck – gently, of course. He wouldn’t dream of breaking you. The tips of his fingers found your pulse points with practiced ease while he slid out, back in, out, then back in again.

Your pupils were wide, eyes glassy, half lidded with need as he tightened his grip enough to cut off your air supply. Your cheeks were flushed enough for him to know that you liked it, pink lips soft and parted, somewhere between a moan and a prayer. And, fuck, you were so fucking warm. He could stay buried between your thighs forever.

“Harder,” You gasped out when he finally released you, letting all of the oxygen come rushing back in. “Please– God, Fuck me harder–”

Anything for you.

Aki began to move his hips with more fervor, slipping in and out of the soaking wet heaven between your legs like he’d finally been given the okay to let loose. Your body was pressed beneath his, contorted while he kept your thighs over his shoulders.

You were remarkably flexible.

“Fuck, yes!” You cried out, hands flying up to tangle themselves in his hair, tug at the raven strands like you wanted to control him. There was no need, of course. As long as you kept on saying his name like that – all pretty and breathy, like you were on the brink of snapping – he would be wrapped around your finger.

Aki leaned in closer, dragging his hot, open mouth along your jaw, down the column of your neck like he wanted to eat you alive. His tongue flicked out, rolling over damp skin, tasting you – your skin, a hint of sweat.

No marks, he had to remind himself while he sucked your skin right into his mouth – just enough to have you arching up into him, squeezing his cock like you wanted to keep it there. But, fuck, the thought of you walking around with a physical mark of his need for you, something everyone would be able to see and know that he left it there…

It was enough to make him bite down a little harder.

A little one won’t hurt, he thought. It’ll heal up by tomorrow.

No. Don’t be an idiot.

“Aki, Baby,” You gasped out. “Feels good. Fuck, so good.”

Baby…

He was, apparently, a fucking idiot. All it took was your hand tightening in his hair while he fucked you oh-so-sweetly, while the other raked itself down his back, and he was rolling your sweet spot between his teeth. He sucked on it, bit hard enough to mark, hard enough to make you fucking gasp:

“H-ah!”

He could feel you clenching down at him, drawing him in deeper, if that were even possible.

He groaned, sucking on the spot until you writhed beneath him.

“That’s it,” He whispered, voice a whole lot more debauched than he’d expected when he pulled away from you to watch your pretty face. He pressed his forehead right up against yours, bangs tickling your face while his hips slapped the back of your ass over and fucking over again, “Just like that. Let me fucking feel you.”

His head was spinning – you were letting out the prettiest sounds, and he was fucking soaking them up. Your fingernails curled against his back, digging into his skin when he picked up the pace just a little – just to see how you’d react. You cried out for him softly, and Aki swore he’d never heard anything more beautiful in his entire fucking life.

“Aki, please–”

His name fell from your lips in soft, shuddery whimpers, and every time it did, he gave you more – more of him, a little harder.

“You’re so beautiful,” He murmured, licking his lips while he looked down at the junction where you sucked him into you before glancing back up at your face. He said it like a secret. Like something holy. “Hah– You feel so fucking good.”

Good was an understatement. He didn’t think he would need to smoke another cigarette in his life as long as he had you, your pussy to be buried in.

You were getting close already, he could feel it – feel the way your pussy sucked him in greedily, like it wanted him to blow his load right then and there. Like you were about to break, and you wanted him to come with you.

His hand shot out, gripping the headboard to stabilize himself while he kept up the pace. Sweat beaded at his neck, rolling down his chest, his stomach. His dog tag – the one Himeno had left him – clinked rhythmically against his skin with every thrust.

You looked up at it – eyes full of lust – and then up at him. From this new angle, he could tell he was hitting that spot, that sweet place inside of you. The one that made your lashes flutter and your eyelids go slack as your head tilted back. Your mouth fell open in a silent gasp. And then your eyes rolled back just a little, just enough for him to see the moment your body started to lose control.

You clawed at his abs, “Don’t stop.”

Like he ever could.

“God,” he breathed, voice cracking, “you’re– fuck, Angel, you’re perfect.”

Then he reached down between you, hand slipping lower. His fingers found that sensitive spot – slick, swollen, aching, so ready – and the second he touched you there, the way you jerked against him, the sound you made–

Fuck.

You shattered for him.

He felt it happen.

You clenched around him so hard it pulled a groan from deep in his throat, your whole body arching beneath his, trembling through every wave of it. Your mouth fell open in a moan that hit his ears like a punch to the gut. You writhed, helpless, grinding into his hips as he kept moving, kept watching, completely mesmerized by the sight of you coming apart under him, making a mess all over his dick.

You were breathtaking like this.

Flushed and panting, voice broken, chest rising and falling like you’d just run a marathon. Aki was stunned – wrecked – by the way you looked right then, the way you felt around him, soaked and pulsing and still gripping him like you didn’t want to let go.

He was about to ask – gently, breathlessly – if you wanted him to keep going, if you needed a second.

But you opened your eyes, still hazy with afterglow. And then, with a sudden burst of strength, you pushed him back – hands firm on his chest, guiding him down onto the mattress like you owned him.

He let you, of course, because you did. He was yours. Without question. Without hesitation.

Because you were still riding it out, still flushed and glowing and gorgeous, and if you wanted to take control… Aki would let you have it.

You climbed on top of him, breathless and flushed, and fuck, he didn’t know where to look first. Your hair clung to your damp skin. Your thighs were still trembling. Your chest rose and fell with every shaky inhale, your lips wet and parted. You looked completely wrecked – and still, somehow, like you hadn’t even started with him yet.

His fingers pressed into your waist, reverent and wide-eyed as you sank back down on him.

His breath hitched. His head tipped back into the pillow with a long, breathy groan.

“Shit, baby–” He looked up at you again, eyes wide, starved. “You feel... you feel so fucking good. Look at you...”

You started to move.

Slow at first, rolling your hips in careful, heady circles like you were still figuring out how to breathe again. But it didn’t matter – nothing could have prepared him for the way you looked on top of him. Your hands splayed against his chest for balance. Every time you rose and fell, he could see the mess you’d made on him, creamy and wet. Your brows furrowed as you moved. The tiny gasp you gave when you found the rhythm, when his cock hit just right inside you, made his jaw slacken.

Keep going.

“Aki–” you whispered, voice shaky, already dazed again.

“I got you,” he said. Or tried to. It came out as more of a moan.

He couldn’t stop touching you.

His palms moved from your hips to your thighs, thumbs brushing over your skin like it was something he needed to memorize. He watched the way your body moved, how you rocked into him, how your pretty little sounds broke through the air with every bounce of your hips. He couldn’t think straight – not when you looked like that, not when you were using him like he was the only thing in the world that could make you feel this way.

“Just like that– ngh,” he groaned, voice unraveling. “You’re doing so good– so good for me, baby.”

Your hands slid up his chest. You leaned down just slightly, and your breath ghosted over his mouth. Your eyes met his, and he felt it, that shift – how deep his feelings went. How much he wanted you. How you had him wrapped around your finger and didn’t even realize it.

Or maybe you did.

You rocked your hips again, harder this time, and he swore out loud, grip tightening on your thighs. “You’re gonna drive me insane,” he breathed, “Fuckkk...”

You whimpered his name.

That was it.

Aki was lost.

Because watching you like this? Riding him like he was yours? He never wanted anything more.

His hands stayed on you, not to guide, just to feel. To keep himself grounded as you moved above him, fast and sure. He couldn’t believe it – you – that you were real, that this was happening, that he was inside you and you were choosing to give him this.

Then you leaned forward, just enough for your plump tits to brush his lips.

He didn’t even think. He moved.

His mouth latched on like instinct – like worship – open and greedy, tongue tracing slow circles over your skin as he moaned into you. He kissed, sucked, dragged his mouth over every inch he could reach. The way your tits bounced in front of him with every roll of your hips only made it worse – better – made him wild.

He kissed along the soft swell of your chest, groaning against your skin as his tongue traced slow, dizzying circles. He didn’t know what he was saying – what he was thinking – he just needed you closer. Needed you everywhere.

You moaned softly above him. A mewl, high and trembling, as your rhythm faltered – hips stuttering when his lips closed around you again, sucking gently, like he was tasting something sacred.

His hands tightened, one slipping to the small of your back, the other holding your thigh. He broke away with a gasp, forehead pressed to your sternum as he panted into your skin.

“It’s all for me, isn’t it?” he asked. His voice was raw, thick with everything he couldn’t name.

Your breath caught. You looked down at him – eyes half-lidded, dazed – and nodded.

“Only for you.”

Aki swore he felt his chest split open.

He reached up, cradled your face with trembling fingers, brushing his thumb along your jaw like he couldn’t believe you were real. “Angel,” he whimpered, voice cracking. “I’m… I’m close. I’m so fucking close– God–”

And he was. The heat in him had been building for what felt like forever, low and molten, and now it was about to break. You were still moving, still giving him everything, even as your thighs trembled with effort, even as your breathing turned to whimpers.

“Don’t stop,” he begged, voice barely coherent. “Please, please, don’t stop– just like that– please.”

His hands found your hips again, not to lead, just to hold. His grip trembled. His back arched. Every nerve lit up.

He felt like he was fucking melting.

“Give it to me,” You gasped out, moving your hips in circles– fuck, he didn’t even know anymore. “I need you to cum for me.”

For her.

Aki shattered beneath you.

His whole body tensed, seizing around the moment as it ripped through him. It was white-hot, searing, dizzying, more intense than he could’ve prepared for. His mouth fell open, a helpless groan caught in his throat, your name on his lips as his hips stuttered up into you one last time.

Then, as he spilled his release into you, he moaned– long, drawn out, and a bit higher than he was proud of. It ripped through him like lightning. His entire body tensed, hips stuttering up into you as he gasped your name, voice shaking. You clung to him, crying out with him, your body pulsing around him as you held on while he filled you.

And when it passed… When the tremors faded and all that was left was your body draped over his, your breath against his neck while you lifted your hips and let him slide out…

You let out a soft, breathless giggle. “I was close…”

Aki blinked up at the ceiling, the sound of your voice melting through his bones. He could still feel the aftershocks in his thighs, still feel you around him, the way you’d held onto him like you never wanted to let go.

His eyes followed you as you sat back, legs spread wide open for him. Then, they trailed down your body, down your navel, between your thighs, until he was staring face-to-face with the most sinful image he’d ever seen.

You – face flushed with the prettiest afterglow, eyes half-lidded – with his cum dripping out of your pussy.

“Shit,” He breathed in awe. Mindlessly, perhaps, his hand drifted over your thigh, massaging the skin there.

She looks good filled with me.

Before he could stop himself, he was reaching down, dipping a finger into the obscene mixture of your cum and his, feeling how warm you were, even after everything. You mewled, rutting your cunt down against his hand, and that was all it took to have him achingly hard all over again.

Your pussy was the prettiest thing he’d ever seen (second to you, that is). It was spread wide open for him at this angle, wide enough for your entrance to leak. He swiped some of the white mess onto his finger and, not thinking much of it, he began to stuff back it into you.

You worried your lower lip between your teeth, scooting your hips closer so that he could push his release back into your needy cunt. It was depraved, but, fuck, he would never forget the way you looked right then, dripping all over his fingers.

He turned his head toward you, licking his lips as he murmured lowly, “Think you got one more for me, pretty girl?”

You looked up at him, lashes still fluttering, lips kiss-bruised and slightly parted. Then, the cutest little smile crawled over your face.

And he grinned, lazy and feral, before flipping you gently onto your stomach.

You gasped, laughing again, hands fumbling into the sheets as you adjusted, arching your back instinctively for him.

From behind, the curve of your spine, the way your hair spilled over your shoulder, the soft sound of your breathing – it was all too much. You looked like sin dressed in innocence. Like a fucking masterpiece carved out just for him.

“Put your hands against the headboard, Angel,” he said, voice low and ruined, the syllables rasping out of him like they cost something. He brushed your hair out of your face slowly, deliberately, then let his fingertips trail all the way down your spine – light, reverent, more possessive than he had any right to be.

You looked at him over your shoulder, that wicked glint in your eye.

And then – with a grin – you said, “Yes, sir.”

Aki’s brain fucking short-circuited. His breath hitched. His fingers froze mid-trace. And he had to close his eyes for a second, just to breathe through it, because fuck – you had no idea what that did to him.

You kept smiling – still playful, still soft – but now your hands were sliding up, palms flat against the headboard, back arched a little deeper for him, thighs spread a little wider, and your hips just barely wiggled like you were taunting him. He had a clear, unobstructed view of the way his cum dripped out of you, down your thighs.

Aki’s throat went dry.

I’m losing my fucking mind.

His hands gripped your waist hard, jaw clenched, eyes raking over every inch of you like he was trying to burn the image into his skull.

“Oh, you’re gonna be the death of me,” he muttered under his breath.

But God, what a way to go.

Aki adjusted his grip, chest rising and falling in shallow little waves as he straightened up. Then, reaching down and gripping himself by the base, he lined the tip up with your dripping heat, pressing in.

You cried out the second he filled you, pushed in past the resistance until his hips were flush with your ass. Your body jolted forward. His hands clenched possessively at your hips, but you were already trying to move. You crawled a few inches up the bed, like the sensation was too much to bear, like you had to run from it.

And, fuck, from this angle, you were squeezing his dick so hard he thought he was going to finish right then and there, but he didn’t hesitate. He grabbed your hips a little rougher, dragging you back to him, and groaned as he bottomed out a second time.

You whimpered, legs trembling against the bed.

“What’s the matter? I thought you wanted it rough,” He cooed softly, teasingly, lips ghosting over the back of your neck. “You can take it, Angel, stop running.”

“Aki–” You gasped out. Your fingertips dug into the cotton sheets below, tangling the fabric, leaving creases. “‘S too much, I– I can’t–”

“Relax, Baby,” He ran a hand down your spine, “I know you can do it.”

His hand smoothed its way down your back again – slowly, gently – before he gripped your waist again, firm and commanding, rocking into you hard. You gasped, whined – your knees buckling a little deeper into the sheets.

But he saw the way the movement made your face flush. He saw the way you leaned back into him greedily, meeting his thrust in the middle, and he knew you were ready for him to give you more.

Good girl.

He pulled out as far as he could before slipping back in. You were wet – so damn wet that he could hear the faint noise your pussy made while he fucked you. His seed seeped out of you, making a pretty mess where the two of your bodies were joined.

“Just like that,” He murmured, feeling the resistance melt away as you relaxed, feeling the way you took him like you were meant for it. “That’s my girl. Let me see you take it.”

You whined something into the pillow. It was far too soft to make out, but he heard the way your breath hitched when he angled his hips down. He could feel the way you clenched around him.

“So fucking good for me,” He panted. Then, unable to hold himself back, he began to grind into you a little faster, a little harder.

Not slow, not this time – deep. Steady and unforgiving, each thrust forcing a high gasp from your throat as your hands scrambled toward the headboard again, trying to hold onto something, anything.

Your cheek pressed into the sheets. “Oh my god– Aki– Aki, it’s too good–”

“Yeah?” His voice was lower now, lips close to your ear, hips driving forward harder. “That’s it, Angel. Let me give it to you. Take it.”

He pressed a kiss between your shoulder blades. You were soaked, shaking, gripping the headboard now like it was the only thing keeping you grounded.

He could feel every twitch of your muscles, every flutter of your breath as he rocked into you harder – deliberate, possessive, reverent.

“Don’t run from it,” he breathed, “You’re doing so fucking good.”

His mind was going numb from the pleasure. Every time your cunt greedily sucked him in, he felt himself creep that much closer to the edge.

You turned your head slightly, looking back at him with teary eyes, mouth parted in disbelief. Then your lips parted around the prettiest sigh of his name: “Aki, Baby–”

Aki nearly lost it.

His hands flexed around your hips, anchoring himself to you, to the moment.

His girl. You were his girl. His pretty girl, shaking like a leaf beneath him while your ass bounced against his hips – while you tried to hold it together. You didn’t say it, but your body told him the truth: No one had ever fucked you like this.

He had to remind himself to breathe when he looked down – when he saw your folds stretching open, parting like petals to take him in. When he saw you filled with his cum. Not your husband’s, not anyone else’s, but his.

My girl.

Something wild and possessive surged through him. He moved again, shifting back onto his knees with a shuddering breath and taking you with him. You yelped when he pulled you back onto him – not out of pain, but in shock. The new angle had your spine arching deeper, your hips tilting back eagerly to take more of him. It made it so that so much of him could slide in every time he fucked into you, deep and hard.

Your body jolted as you gasped out brokenly, palms scrambling for purchase on the bed frame, the sheets – but you didn’t run from him this time. No, you took it like a good girl.

Aki picked up the pace again without thinking, without even asking, because he knew what you wanted. What you needed. His hips snapped into yours, steady and sharp, and the way your body responded told him he was doing everything right.

It was beautiful – dizzyingly so. Your thighs quivered, your fingers curled into the fabric beneath you, and your voice cracked as you nearly screamed his name.

“FUCK!” You gasped out. “Aki–! Just like that– fuck, yes!”

“You like that?” He panted, chest heaving while he tried to remember to fucking breathe.

“Mhm–!” You whined back, “Don’t stop–”

His dog tag necklace jingled faintly with each thrust, bouncing against his chest like it wanted to keep time with his racing heartbeat. He was sweating – and so were you – but he didn’t dare to stop. Not when you were begging so sweetly for him to keep going, chanting the words like a mantra. Not when you were making sounds like that. Not when your pussy was clenching around him like you didn’t want to let him go.

You let out a broken, helpless sob of pleasure when he leaned over you, brushing the hair away from your neck so he could press kisses there – like he couldn’t stand not to be touching you everywhere. He pistoned into you from above, now, and purred into your ear;

“That’s it, Angel. Let me hear you.”

You made another sound – high, soft, and cracked right down the middle. His name. Over and over again, like you didn’t know what else to say.

“Aki, Aki–”

Aki groaned and pressed his mouth to your shoulder, lips parting over your skin like he could breathe you in through your bones. His thrusts didn’t falter. If anything, he started to move harder, deeper – each movement more desperate than the last.

“You’re mine,” he murmured, like a secret. “You know that, don’t you?”

You nodded, barely.

And when you looked back at him again, eyes hazy and red-rimmed, mouth open on a shaky breath – he lost his rhythm for just a second.

Because God, you were so beautiful like this.

So soft, so wrecked.

His.

Something in his chest twisted. He had to blink through it – had to remind himself to breathe, to move, when everything in him wanted to stop time and stay in this moment with you forever.

So he slowed down.

Not because he was holding back. Not because he needed to. But because he wanted to watch.

He pulled back, slow and heavy, dragging himself out of you inch by inch until only the tip of him remained. And then – he pushed back in, just as slow. Deep and deliberate.

His breath stuttered out of him.

Because the way you took him – the way your greedy pussy pulled him in like it didn’t want to let go – it was mesmerizing.

He watched the way you clenched around him, the way your back arched, your hips tilted helplessly, like you needed more but didn’t dare ask for it. Your hands slipped forward on the headboard again, knuckles white, fingers shaking.

“You’re practically sucking me in, Angel– fuck,” he whispered, voice tight, “G’nna make me put a baby in you.”

His voice cracked halfway through it, like even he knew how insane it sounded. Like he was hearing the words come out of his mouth and still couldn’t stop them. But he meant it. God, he meant it more than anything.

The second he said it, he felt your body shudder.

You made a sound – half-sob, half-moan – and Aki groaned, his brain short-circuiting as he tried to process the way your hips pushed back toward him. Like your body liked the sound of it. Like it wanted it.

“You want that, Baby?” He cooed, pressing another kiss to your neck, moaning into your ear, “Want me to fill this pretty pussy up– hah– ‘til you’re satisfied?”

He was out of line. Far out of line.

But, to his surprise, you actually gasped out, “Fuck, yes– please–!”

Aki blinked hard, a hot rush of adrenaline spiking behind his ribs. His hands gripped you tighter—almost too tight—and he swore under his breath, low and guttural, like your voice had rewired something in him.

Because now he was thinking about it.

Really thinking about it.

You, flushed and bare, carrying something that was his. Something that meant you’d always be his. Something no one else could take. His girl. His everything.

He leaned in closer, lips against your shoulder, his breath warm and trembling.

“You want me to ruin you for anyone else, huh?” he murmured, more to himself than to you. “Make sure no one ever touches you again without you thinking of me?”

“Please…” Your hips rocked back again, needy, instinctive. “I need it.”

Aki groaned, forehead pressed to the back of your neck as his thoughts spiraled – mine, mine, mine.

“Look at you,” he breathed, like he couldn’t believe you were real. “You were made for this. You were made for me.”

And then he did it again. Leaned back just enough to get his hand beneath your body, feeling around until he found your clit. Once he was successful, he began rubbing at the sensitive, swollen nub – reeling in the way you trembled beneath him.

You gasped.

Not a soft one, either – this was sharp, startled, like he’d shocked the breath out of you. Your hips jolted forward on instinct, legs trembling beneath you, and he nearly groaned just from the sound you made.

“Oh my God–Aki–”

That. That voice. The way you said his name, broken and breathless and already close to falling apart.

His fingers kept moving, just a little more pressure, just a little more rhythm, and he felt your pussy flutter around him – tensing, clenching, like your whole body was fighting to stay grounded.

You didn’t stand a chance.

And he could feel it, too – the heat, the slick, the way your body started to pulse beneath his hand, all shivery and overwhelmed. You cried out, hands fisting in the sheets, spine arching, breath catching hard in your throat.

She’s close.

“That’s it,” Aki rasped, voice wrecked with awe, “That’s it, Angel– don’t hold back. Let it happen. Just let go for me.”

Your whole body shook. You whimpered his name again and again.

And when you finally shattered – when you broke for him with a cry and clenched down hard, trembling all over – you fucking gushed all over him, squirting release onto the bed, his hand, his cock.

He swore under his breath, low and reverent, forehead pressed to your back like he needed a second to recover, like the feeling of you pulsating around him was enough to undo him.

But the second you tried to move, tried to crawl forward on shaky arms, he caught you.

Not rough. Not forceful. Just firm. Just desperate.

His hand slipped to your waist, the other bracing beside your head, and he held you there – body to body, breath to breath.

“Where do you think you’re going?” he hummed, still catching his breath. “You’re not done, are you? I thought you had one more left in you.”

You whimpered something he couldn’t quite make out, already breathless again.

And Aki smiled against your skin, lazy and depraved.

“God, look at you,” he muttered, dragging his hand slowly up your spine, watching the way your muscles flinched under his palm. Before he could stop himself, he brought his hand down against your ass, eliciting a gasp. “You don’t even know what you do to me, do you?”

His fingers curled into your hair, not to hurt – just to hold, just to anchor – and when he pulled your head back just slightly, he could see the curve of your throat, the rise and fall of your breath, the stunned way your mouth hung open like you couldn’t catch it.

Aki kissed the side of your face, soft and reverent. “My pretty girl,” he whispered.

Then he adjusted his grip. One arm slid around your waist, pulling you up so that you were kneeling, too, keeping your body flush against his while the other pressed to your chest – holding you steady. You gasped, arching instinctively, and that was all the invitation he needed.

His breath stuttered out of him, forehead tipping forward to rest against your shoulder, because the way you felt wrapped around him like this – held up in his arms, trembling in his grip – it undid something in him.

“Just like that,” he murmured, voice catching. “You take me so well.”

She’s doing so good.

You whimpered again, and Aki’s grip on you only tightened.

“That’s it,” he coaxed, his voice low and full of awe. “Let me feel you, pretty. Let me feel everything.”

And he did.

Every shaky inhale. Every flutter of muscle. Every sound you tried and failed to hold back. The way your eyes were shiny with tears from the overstimulation. He felt it all – soaked in it, overwhelmed by it, desperate to hold onto it like he could memorize it through touch alone.

You were slipping away from words, from thought – and Aki was right there with you, chasing the edge with his mouth pressed to your neck, his hands reverent on your skin, whispering the words he could no longer keep quiet;

“I love you,” He told you, breathless.

He’d never spoken those words to anyone before. Not since his family’s passing, anyway. No, they had always been too far out of reach, just beyond the horizon. But now, he knew what it was that he’d felt for you all along.

Love.

For a moment, your body froze – surprised, and Aki held his breath.

Then, as if pulled by some gravity too strong to resist, your voice found its way back to him, raw and unsteady but real. “I love you, too.”

His grip tightened, holding you up against him, and he ground into you, slow and sure, each movement pressing you closer to the edge again. Tears welled in your eyes as your body unraveled beneath his touch.

Your peak came crashing over you, fierce and unrelenting. You clung to him, fingernails digging into his thighs, voice trembling, repeating the words you’d barely dared to say before: “I love you... I love you...”

Aki groaned, his body shuddering as he came for the second, the intensity of the moment overwhelming him. He filled you until his legs threatened to give out, until he could feel you dripping down his thighs. Until he knew that you were his. He kissed the back of your neck tenderly, lingering there as if to mark you with a silent vow.

Then, lips barely brushing your ear, he whispered, “I love you more.”

a/n: if you couldn't tell, i'm trying to do reparations for pornstar!aki's behavior lol. i hope yall loved it! please let me know your thoughts and what you liked, etc etc etc. i'm a cheap whore for praise, yall know this. one more chapter of soft aki! ( i think ). until next time my dolls! x

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