#aki x black!reader

[apollostears]

SAY I’M UR LOVE ＃︎！︎

❤︎ 𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘 + 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆(𝐒): 𝐡𝐜𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐚𝐤𝐢 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫. 𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧-𝐢𝐬𝐡, 𝐚𝐤𝐢 𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐟 𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐥, 𝐧𝐨 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐦*𝐤𝐢𝐦𝐚, 𝐲'𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐚𝐥𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐲 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐢 𝐚𝐦 𝐮𝐡- 𝐦𝐲 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐨𝐩𝐡𝐞𝐫

❤︎ 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: 𝐚𝐤𝐢 𝐡𝐚𝐲𝐚𝐤𝐚𝐰𝐚 𝐱 𝐟!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝒔𝒂𝒚 𝒊𝒎 𝒖𝒓 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆

❥︎ aki never smokes around you. he’ll always go outside

❥︎ loves going grocery shopping with you. he doesn’t even care if power and denji tagged along. just the fact that he’s doing domestic things with you, makes his heart swoon

❥︎ always brings you home food. never has to ask what you want bc he knows

❥︎ reads to you! aki reads you to sleep sometimes. he often has a million thoughts running through his mind before he goes to bed, but reading to you helps him with that

❥︎ aki loves to stand behind you, almost like a shadow, with his hand resting on your hips, ass, in your back pocket, or w a finger hooked around the belt loop on your jeans

❥︎ he wishes he had a bigger tub bc he’d love to share it with you

❥︎ aki’s a morning riser but stays in bed twenty minutes more than he should, just to watch the way you sleep so easily in his arms

❥︎ absolutely allows you to do his hair ( he prefers it actually ) loves when you wash it for him too ����

❥ he loves to love you! he never thought he’d truly fall in love, especially with his work but he has you. and he’s ready to shower you in love

❥︎ picks up on your mannerisms and vice versa. it’s cuter when aki does it and power always teases him when he says/does anything similar to you

❥︎ went and got a ring for you after dating for ten months. really he knew after month two he wanted to marry you but was scared he’d scare you away 🥺 so now he’s just waiting for the right time

❥︎ has a playlist of songs that remind him of you ( plays it all the time )

❥︎ wears a handmade bracelet you made him, on his wrist and refuses to take it off.

❥︎ constantly dreams about retiring or working for the private sector just to be with you. but killing the gun devil is really important to him

❥︎ has an absurd amount of candids of you. had to get several disposable cameras bc he ran out of storage on his phone

❥︎ will NEVER pass on an opportunity for you to massage his scalp. NEVER. power and denji could be trying to kill each other ( he doesn’t care ) and he’ll stay blissfully ignorant in your lap

❥︎ is a 1000% a “my partner is tired so we’re gonna head out” member!!! honestly, he’s the club president likeeeee

❥︎ you could be across the room talking it up with kishibe and aki telling himeno that he’s gotta go. she seein right thru his shit but doesn’t press and lets it slide

❥︎ but everyone knows what he’s doing when they see him dragging you out as you fuss at him for ruining the talk you were having with his mentor.

❥︎ something about him having “no home training”

❥︎ i could keep going but like aki loves you, period. if you were a devil he’d have a contract with you that would require you to only be his devil contract and no one else 💀

𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐒. @kennyackermanswhore @chaoticevilbakugo @indiecursor @gabzlovesu @desiray562 @brownmochii @knjkitten @sweeneyblue1 @namjoonswifeyy @nyxeclipse @rubinocore @somerandompipzsxh @dabilovesme @histarean @hannas16 @caribbeanwifey19 @emonaculate @po3ticb3auty @waka-umm @wilsonsbuck @ctrlstar @jealousfuckingcunt @savagemickey03 @dukina @saintblk @sisnot @littlemochi @hoohoohope @ruubric

[thatwasntverycashmoneyofme]

—𝖺𝗄𝗂

`𝘬𝘰𝘯’

♧↝𝗆𝖺𝗍𝗎𝗋𝖾 ♤↝𝖺𝗇𝗀𝗌𝗍 ♡↝𝖿𝗅𝗎𝖿𝖿 ♢↝𝖽𝖺𝗋𝗄

…𝗉𝖺𝗍𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗂𝗌 𝖺 𝗏𝗂𝗋𝗍𝗎𝖾 𝗅𝗎𝗏💙

[wxxpingangxls]

big beefy men who would of course never lay a hand on you, but when it to eating you out? girllll this man would have you in 7 different positions in 7 minutes; each minute would be spent with you cumming on his tongue. holding you comfortably still each time as well. you could be on his face, on your knees, in a damn headstand, lying down, doing the splits on his face and he’d still hold you with security. and not only that, but this man can’t keep his hand to himself. when he’s eating you out his hands are everywhere but by his side. sometimes they’re even in your pulsing cunt. but most of the time, they’re either on your tits or spreading you further open for his hot and mean gaze.

+a/n; i got a question for you lot. if you had to choose between being dicked down till like you’re asleep or getting eating out until you on the verge of tears, and your feet are literally cramped not even from curling but from stretching out, and you’re teetering on the edge of pain and pleasure, all while your legs are convulsing and every touch to your thigh sends electrical rockets to your brain through your spinal cord; what would you pick?🤔 idk yall i prolly go with being eaten out but idk maybe that’s just me 🤷‍♀️

Renji, Shunsui, Shui Kong, Toji, Hakari, Higuruma, Choso, Nanami, Todo, Suguru, Aki, Reiner and anyone else 🩷

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

I’VE ALWAYS LOVED THE WAY YOU EAT ; SUGURU GETO

synopsis; suguru is a morning person. he likes the serenity of it all; the quiet of the early hours, the expensive feel of his coffee pot. more than anything, he likes bringing you breakfast in bed.

word count; 4.9k

contents; suguru geto/reader, gn!reader, just comfy morning vibes, fluff fluff fluff!!, suguru being a good soon-to-be husband, lots of petnames, reader is whipped (and so am i) but suguru is even worse, i need him biblically.

a/n; this is my personal essay on why suguru geto is the perfect man and wife. bon appetit !!

something smells good.

as your eyelids flutter open, and you gradually slip out of sleep’s fuzzy embrace, you are engulfed by that one thought. that one sensation.

there’s a sweet fragrance in the air, an unnamed something you can’t place. a force of love.

soft sunrays flit in through the haphazardly closed window blinds of your bedroom, cascading across the floorboards and bouncing off the walls. splotches of sunshine envelop you in a hazy kind of glow; gentle and coaxing, stirring you awake. it feels good on your skin.

indulging in a few more slow blinks, you shift to lie on your back, halfheartedly attempting to chase the sleepiness away. tangled up in silken sheets and fluffy blankets, you stare at the ceiling — but even such a mundane task feels so nice. just wallowing in the tantalizing scent drifting through the bedroom, the flurry of little kisses that the sun smothers you with. 

it’s still early, and you’re still sleepy. outside the walls of your apartment, the sun is rising to its feet, dyeing the world in warm colours; violets and blues melting into pinks and oranges, like an egg cracked open on the canvas of the sky. everything is quiet, not a sound to be heard except for the very distant chirping of cicadas from the trees outside your window. utter peace. like time isn’t even passing.

in the midst of such a precious moment, all you want is to laze around. it’s just that kind of pleasant, mellow morning; the kind that makes you wish the sun would never fully rise.

a satisfied little sigh slips from your lips. content to soak in the heavenly feeling until it passes, your eyes flutter shut — you’re just so sleepy, and the sun just feels so warm. soothing you, making it even harder to stay awake, cradling you in its hazy embrace. sunlit and saccharine.

with the morning fatigue clouding your senses, you don’t even notice the other presence in the room. 

suguru smiles, from his spot by the door — leaning against the wall and gazing at your relaxed expression, an immense fondness reflected in his eyes. taking a moment to silently admire you.

you look so content. tangled up in blankets and pillows, with your limbs outstretched and starfished across the mattress. your hair is a little messy, and you’re drooling just a smidge, wearing his shirt; it’s a couple sizes too big for you, slipping off your shoulder and exposing your sunkissed skin. as suguru’s eyes trail over your features, the fond smile on his face only grows, shifting into something honeyed and giddy. 

you’re perfect, he thinks. absolutely perfect.

a moment passes. then another. suguru continues to stare, as if trying to etch the image of you into his memory. trying to prolong the moment for as long as he can. 

until, finally, he’s had his fill. simply admiring you from afar isn’t enough — he needs to see you up close, needs to hear the sleepy little tilt of your voice. so he opts to make his presence known, voice gravelly and sweet, echoing softly throughout the room.

“good morning, sweetheart.”

softly, your eyes flicker open. the familiar voice sends a tremor of something running through your chest — and suddenly, it feels as if some of the sleep clinging to your skin has been washed away. it’s a little easier to make yourself move, shifting to your side to get a better look at the source of the sound.

and the warmth that blossoms in your chest when your eyes meet suguru’s is almost overwhelming.

(god, he’s pretty.)

suguru looks perfect, in the morning. he looks like the rest of your life. hair a little messy, tied up into a lazy half-done bun, silky black strands cascading down his neck. and wearing a pair of comfy sweatpants that hang a little low on his hips, but no shirt — showing off the curve of his tiny waist, the slight twitch of his arms when he indulges in an idle stretch. 

you try to restrain yourself from ogling his bare chest and arms too much, but it’s tough. frighteningly so. with the sunlight embracing his skin, muscles on full display, he looks a bit like a sculpture. a little too good to be real.

but he is. and he’s yours. and he’s smirking at you, lazily, affectionately — eyes half-lidded as he balances the tray that’s making the room smell so sweet. just standing there, looking so unfairly gorgeous. waiting for you to muster up the energy to respond to his greeting, more than happy to watch the way your eyes soften as they trail across his features in the meantime.

“morning,” is all you can rasp, eyes closing as your cheek sinks deeper into the mattress. a bit too tired to talk to him properly, and a bit too unguarded to look at him without feeling as if your heart is about to leap out of your throat. 

he’s a little too pretty, like this. framed by the hazy sunshine, like something out of a dream. all soft clouds and gentle caresses, the scent of dried lavender, the pitter patter of rain against a windowsill. all things kind and comforting. 

you’re afraid that your heart might give out, if you look at him for too long.

suguru doesn’t seem to mind. he only chuckles, voice deep and husky, sending shivers down your spine. his lips quirk up into a smooth kind of smile, and he’s quick to make his way to your side; crouching down to meet you at eye level after placing the tray on the nightstand.

a hand comes to caress your cheek. the rough pads of his fingers smooth down your jaw, gentle and doting, as if coaxing you out of hiding. as if you’re made of porcelain. suguru always treats you like you’re fragile, like you’re the most precious thing he has.

(because you are, he thinks. more precious than the expensive vanilla extract he used to make the waffles on the tray, more precious than the diamond-clad ring he’s hidden away in a drawer of the guest room. more precious than anything this world has to offer.)

a blissful little sigh slips from your lips, as you nuzzle into his palm. suguru leans forward to smear a kiss against your forehead, overcome with fondness; warm lips lingering on your skin.

the sensation strikes you as just a little heavenly. his touch is so tender, every caress so full of love. instinctual, the way his love bleeds into his touch, trickles down his veins to the tips of his fingers — smoothing along your skin. such a heavy thing, but he just makes it feel so light. 

“still sleepy?” he hums, a little teasing. eyes crinkling, voice bordering on a coo.

and it’s infuriating. the amusement that flickers through his eyes, the way you can tell he’s itching to tease you for being so groggy and tired.

between the two of you, suguru’s always been the one to get out of bed first, to your grave annoyance. and he’s so smug about it. you want to tell him that waking up so early on a saturday isn’t normal, that he’s the weird one for not being sleepy — 

but when he’s cupping your cheek so gently, all you manage is a meek little murmur of mm. one that has suguru stifling a coo, lips curling up into an adoring smile. 

look at you. his sleepy little baby, dyed in sunrays and tiny specks of dust. so effortlessly pretty, tangled up in fluffy blankets, an image so precious he almost feels like he shouldn’t be looking at it. yet he continues to do so, mesmerized.

(suguru doesn’t mind being a little greedy, when it comes to you.)

“i made you breakfast,” he continues, as you melt into his touch. an absentminded action, but almost brimming with trust; the trust you have in him to treat you well. one he’ll always, always affirm. “your favorite. wanna eat with me?”

breakfast.

something in your brain visibly reacts to the sound of the word, shooing away a little of the morning fatigue still clouding your senses. before you know it, you’ve forced yourself into a sitting position, with groggy movements and a soft groan. rubbing the skin beneath your eyes and kicking the blanket off your legs, a little clumsily.

suguru breathes out a soft bout of laughter, low and amused, as you lazily stretch and indulge in slow blinks. his hand goes to ruffle your hair, and all you do is lean into it.

“i’ll take that as a yes,” he teases, eyes full of fondness. you crack a sleepy smile at his amused tone of voice.

suguru’s hands are big, and a little rough, but still so very soft. you could spend hours tracing them — from the tips of his fingers down to the veins of his wrist, across his knuckles littered with small scratches and barely visible scars. stories of his childhood, that he loves telling you about, almost as much as you love hearing them.

you love his hands. they’re so pretty. so warm and grounding, as they smooth down your hair, unmistakably caring. the weight of them is a comfort, as his fingers card through your bedhead, scratching softly at your scalp. a sensation that makes you feel all fuzzy inside.

suguru is just so good to you.

and you’re only further reminded of that fact when your gaze trails over to the assortment of breakfast foods he’s prepared, neatly stacked on the nightstand. all your favorites, made with so much love; and it’s so evident, even just in the presentation. the freshness of the strawberry slices, the perfect amount of syrup spread over the waffles. the cup of coffee made just the way you like it.

maybe it’s the morning fatigue, or just the softness of the moment. the intimacy, so palpable you can almost reach out and touch it. or maybe it’s something else entirely — whatever the cause, you feel your eyes get somewhat glassy. 

a meek little sniffle leaves your lips, and it catches even you off guard.

suguru blinks. suddenly alert, his morning-fatigued brain trying to comprehend the sight of your teary eyes. brain spinning in circles, not sure if it should be telling him to panic just yet. something in him constricts, twists and turns, a desperate kind of yearning to protect you.

but before he can even reach out to wipe away the wetness with his thumb, you’ve latched yourself onto him.

arms snug around his waist, face tucked under his chin. fitting into him like a puzzle piece. breathing in the remnants of the cologne on his neck; a nice bergamot mix that you like, so he sprays on a little extra just for you. so close to him that you can feel the patter of his heart against you, as you soak in his body warmth. 

and his arms find their way around your form just as naturally, without him even having to think. like every bone in his body was born with a desire to cradle you close. like he was crafted in the image of someone made to soothe you. 

being in suguru’s arms is pure bliss. the most grounding sensation you know, one that never fails to calm you down, no matter how stressed or anxious you’re feeling. with his broad chest and strong arms, his bergamot-scented skin. so doting, pressing little kisses to your shoulder, trying to console you. his hair tickles your cheek a little, but it’s comforting.

”what’s wrong, honey?” he questions, voice set on a low, particularly soothing lilt. coaxing, almost cooing — a tone that buzzes with safety. his big hands go to rest on your head and back, smoothing down your spine.

”nothing,” you sniffle. feeling a little silly. ”you’re just too perfect. ‘s not fair.”

a pause. 

then, a chuckle bubbles up from suguru’s throat. something fond and delightful unfurls in his chest, a kind of relief; a feather-light amusement.

(you’re so ridiculous, he thinks.)

but you only nuzzle further into his neck, all sleepy and affectionate — and it stirs his heartstrings in a way that makes him feel rather helpless. crumbling beneath your touch. gazing at you with soft eyes, a happy little hum buzzing in his throat.

he takes you in, in all your clingy glory; so impossibly sweet. maybe he should have sprinkled some sugar on the strawberry slices, just to see if the taste could ever measure up.

”ah, is that so?” he drawls, a lazy amusement flickering through his eyes. playful. ”i’m sorry, baby. i should be the one saying that to you, though.”

but you just shake your head, arms tightening around his midriff. as if offended that he’d have the audacity to brush off your objectively correct statement, to even think to deny how perfect he is. 

and suguru raises a brow at you, in tandem, a mild protest resting on the tip of his tongue — offended at your blatant disrespect, shaking your head at his factually correct words, as if disagreeing with your own evident perfection. 

but before he can even begin to fight you on the topic, you part your lips to speak.

”thanks for breakfast, sugu,” you sleepily murmur, biting back a yawn. still a little meek, but oh so loving. ”i would die for you.”

he stills, once more. then another soft bout of laughter escapes his lungs, rumbling through his chest like a soothing thunderstorm. it makes you feel so terribly safe.

“there’s no need for that,” he assures you. ”don’t you wanna eat instead?”

to his surprise, he’s met with another soft shake of your head. so snug in his embrace that you could practically live there, only clinging to him a little tighter with a huff.

”just wanna hug you first…” you yawn, arms squeezing at his waist affectionately. shifting in his hold until your lips find their way to his neck.

”i love you,” you mumble, kissing down his jaw and collarbone. sleepy, open mouthed pecks, trailing over the expanse of his pretty skin. ”so much.”

it tickles, a little. suguru digs his teeth into his cheek, ever so slightly, just to hold back the giggle that threatens to break out from his throat.

and it’s maybe just a little too sweet, the sensation that blossoms in his chest, something honeyed and flowery; fluttering deep within his ribcage, like a dragonfly buzzing and trying to break free. it gets him a little weak in the knees.

to distract himself from the voice in his head urging him to go get the ring in the guest room drawer right this instant, suguru scoops you up. cradling you close, as he plops down on the mattress, legs crossed to give you space on his lap.

you don’t protest, only snuggling a little closer — as if yearning to tuck yourself away within his ribcage. 

and suguru chuckles, the deep tremor of his voice reverberating through his chest, echoing in your head as you listen to the rhythmic beating of his heart. rubbing your back with a teasing smile, pressing a kiss against the crown of your head.

“i should make breakfast more often if it’ll get you like this,” he grins, basking in the warmth of your body against his. 

a little whine falls from your lips. muffled into the curve of his shoulder, against his bare skin. “it’s not about the breakfast,” you pout, looping your arms around his neck. “it’s everything you do…”

a heat rises to your cheeks, a little embarrassed at the sappiness you’re exuding. but the sun feels so nice on your skin, and the bedroom smells so good, and the whole world feels so kind. 

inhaling the fragrance of bergamot and coffee, you can only fall apart at the intimacy of the moment. 

“i’m really grateful…” you murmur, resting your lips against his skin. buzzing with a warmth that has him shuddering. “‘m just bad at expressing it.”

suguru’s eyes soften. melting into a tender hue, like that of a creamsicle sunrise sky. a dreamy look smoothes over his features, and a fond hum buzzes in his throat.

“nah, you’re fine,” he drawls, squeezing at your hips affectionately. pulling away ever so slightly, just to plant a kiss on your forehead, brushing your bangs away with a certain bleeding tenderness. “you don’t need to say it out loud. i know, anyway.”

and he does. suguru understands you better than anyone; a point of immense pride, for him. knowing you so deeply that he can practically hear your thoughts before you speak them, knowing what you need at a single glance. just from a certain furrow of your brows, or the slight tilt of a smile you’re trying to hide. 

always one step ahead, folding your laundry on days you’re feeling particularly stressed out, or giving your hand a comforting squeeze when he notices that you’re nervous. always so attentive. it’s a little overwhelming, but also so comforting — to be so thoroughly understood.

his eyes are warm. full of pure affection, a devotion so heavy it makes your heart stutter in your chest. all you can do is glance down, shyly, slumping your forehead against his bare chest. 

your voice comes out a little strangled, still raspy. a little wobbly in the wake of your adoration.

“i wanna appreciate you…” is muffled against his skin, your lips curled down into a soft pout. and suguru breathes out a flustered little breath, amused — somewhat delighted.

“you can appreciate me by eating a hearty breakfast,” he suggests, a teasing tilt to his husky voice. cradling you just a little closer, as if even the miniscule distance between you is unbearable. as if he needs your hearts pressed together to keep himself intact. “how about that, hm? or would you rather give me a kiss?”

a moment passes, and a sleepy hum slips from your tongue. he feels your lips touch the soft skin of his neck, once more; then you muster up the strength to pull back from his embrace, slumping against his shoulder with your back against the headboard. it takes concentrated effort.

and suguru chuckles, again. odd, how a man who’s normally so put-together can’t seem to ever hide his joy whenever you’re around. but suguru is just a little too weak for you — he can’t help but let you strum his heartstrings along, however you want. any kind of melody you desire.

(it just so happens that no melody sounds prettier than a joyous one, when it’s falling from his lips.)

a lovesick smile painted on his face, suguru watches as you finally dig in. and he thinks it’s precious, the strawberry juice smearing your lips, the contentment in your features as your eyelids flutter shut. a mellow kind of pride swells in his chest with every satisfied hum that you grace him with, every giddy declaration of how delicious it all is. 

there’s something about it he can’t quite explain, can’t put his finger on. something almost otherworldly, in how fulfilled it makes him feel, like he’s lived his entire life just for this moment. just for the sake of making you breakfast and watching you wolf it all down.

suguru doesn’t think there's a single better way to show his love for you than this; cooking for you, putting every last drop of his love into everything he makes. from beverages to pastries, each of them carefully chosen to suit your tastes.

there’s an intensity to the labour, something that brings him great joy. the care and excitement in something as small as the flick of his wrist when he pours sugar into your coffee, or the weight he puts on the kitchen knife while cutting the fresh strawberries he spent four minutes picking out at the market.

there’s something about it that’s just so, so tender. that earnest wish to see you happy and healthy, to make sure you never go hungry. taking care of you. it's pure, domestic, love incarnate. he’s so weak for it, so sappy, but he just can’t help it — suguru loves watching you eat his cooking more than anything.

that, and your blissful little expression is a sight to behold. sunkissed by the morning rays flitting in through the window blinds, suguru thinks you look something like an angel, soft and fleeting and so beautiful it makes his heart squeeze painfully inside his chest. heavy thumps of blood; warmth trickling from his heart to his wrists to the pads of his fingers, as he rubs absentminded circles into the skin of your thighs.

and he thinks to himself that all the happiness he needs is right here in front of him. in this moment, with you tiredly munching on the breakfast he made, sipping slowly from your cup of coffee and savouring every last drop. smiling at him so sweetly, so positively precious that he simply can't resist leaning down to taste the caffeine off your lips. 

everything feels so wonderful, so completely and utterly right. the world feels so kind, like this. a world where all that exists is you, and him, and the sun. heaven on earth.

all of it sends a tremor running through his heart, every slight change of the scene reflected in his eyes. the soft smile on your lips, the way you lean your head against his shoulder and bite back a yawn, the expectant look in your eyes as you feed him pieces of your food with a giddy grin —

suguru thinks to himself that he’d sooner die than give it up. 

as much as he loves sleeping in, loves indulging in your warmth until the sun sits comfortably on the blue canvas of the sky, he loves this even more. loves dragging himself out of bed before the sun even has a chance to peek out beneath the horizon painted pink and purple, tired and groggy, and so disgruntled at the warmth that leaves him when he pulls away from your skin. loves making his way to the kitchen almost in a daze, moving around the open space so very naturally; fingers curling around the lid of the espresso machine, and the crinkled paper bag of pastries, and the carton of orange juice he bought just for you.

just watching the world wake up, basking in the peace and domesticity of it all. basking in the thought of you — you, with your messy bedhead and droopy eyes, always blinking up at him so sleepily when he returns to you in the morning. he loves it all.

the soft little frown that sometimes tugs at your lips when you’re still lost in dreamland, blindly and subconsciously reaching for the empty side of the bed when he gets up to stretch. the weight of your arms around his waist, hugging his back on the somewhat rare occasion that you make your way to him before he makes his way to you. the grumbles against his skin about how he always abandons you on your days off, even if he only does it so he can make you both coffee.

you, in all your glory — now resting against his shoulder as you plop the last strawberry into your mouth, closing your eyes with a blissful little sigh.

and suguru feels so lucky. so very honoured, to be the one you chose. the one and only person who gets to see you like this, when your voice is still raspy and your hair is still messy, and you have crumbs sticking to your soft lips that you're too sleepy to wipe away.

he does so, himself, with an amused little huff that’s really more of a sigh laced with adoration. thumb smoothing over your skin gently, a silent i love you hanging on the tip of his tongue. his fingers find their way to your skin so effortlessly. like they belong there, like they exist solely to trace the softness of your jaw and to cradle your cheek.

”thank you,” you beam up at him, grinning sweetly. 

and suguru knows that you mean it. he knows that you’re grateful, knows not a moment goes by when you don’t notice his affections, no matter how subtle. he thinks you're a little bit silly for worrying that he doesn't. but he thinks you're even sillier for not realizing that you deserve all of it and more, that just that sweet smile of yours alone is more than enough to make up for it.

more than anything, he hopes from the bottom of his heart that you know the opposite is true as well. that he appreciates every single thing you do, notices everything you do for him, no matter how small or insignificant it may seem to you.

you're so good to him. always have been. how could he ever bear to not repay you in tenfold?

”you’re welcome,” he smiles, soft and saccharine and genuine. his lips brush against your forehead with a soft peck, one that has your body melting into his just a little more.

breakfast passes you both by in a flurry of warmth, splotches of sunlight and content hums, until you’re lying side by side beneath the blankets once again. curled up close to each other, with you resting on suguru’s chest, cheek smooshed right over his heart. his arm rests on your back, cradling you closer.

”that was delicious,” you chirp, something soft buzzing in your voice as you bite back a yawn. stretching your limbs out lazily, a honeyed smile on your face. ”as always.”

suguru’s a little too tired to fully hide the soft grin that crawls up to rest on his lips, almost smug. awfully happy with himself, and your words of earnest praise.

“yeah? ’m glad,” he hums, looking at you with affection swimming in his eyes. ”i haven’t lost my touch yet, then.”

”of course not,” you exhale, somewhere in between a huff and a chirp. “you could start a whole breakfast diner with your skills!”

the words are teasing, a little much, but laced with a syrupy sweet sincerity that has suguru’s heart doing laps in his chest. thump, thump, thump — strumming his heartstrings along as you please, conducting the orchestra inside his ribcage. but he’d much prefer to think of you as his muse.

a low chuckle rumbles through his body, akin to a purr. buzzing right by your ear, as his fingers curl around yours, his thumb rubbing soft circles into the skin of your hand. ”you think so?” 

an eager nod, as you gaze up at him happily. the sight makes his lips twitch upward, and he can only hope you don’t catch the way his heart skips a beat.

smoothing a large palm over your head, he tousles your hair fondly. ”yeah?” he chuckles, again. “you'll be my first customer, then.”

the smile on your face widens. ”will i get a discount?” you ask, a fuzzy contentment in the way your eyes glimmer. ”since i’m your favorite.”

suguru grins. a husky puff of laughter seeps out of his throat, filling the air with a palpable fondness. it’s almost overwhelming, the affection that simmers in his chest, a cup overflowing. he wants to reach over and smother you in kisses, wants to coo at you. wants to tell you how irresistable you are, like this; so cute and sleepy that he thinks you could probably coax him into giving you every star in the sky.

but that can all wait for another time. he doesn’t want to break the peace of the mellow moment, the subtle intimacy that lingers in the air. the playfulness in your words.

”of course,” he simply says, indulging you with a sweet smile. ”you’ll get all the discounts you want, baby. nothing less for my favorite customer.”

suguru’s eyes crinkle, brimming with love when he hears the happy little giggle that tumbles from your pretty lips. so pretty that he can’t resist pulling you a little closer, to give you another kiss — relishing in the way you soften against him. like you could fall asleep just like this, so safe and comfortable. breathing him in.

sunlight shines in through the window blinds, engulfing you in that familiar heavenly hue. your bedroom almost seems to glow, like a hazy polaroid, a moment that feels too precious to put into words. 

you look stunning, he thinks, with your droopy eyes and sleepy yawns. absolutely breathtaking. soaked in a brightness rivaling that of the sun herself, the most precious thing this world has to offer.

and suguru thinks to himself that this might just be it. that this might be all that he needs, all that he’ll ever need — but he already knew that.

he thinks of sunrises. of soft embraces and fluffy blankets, of expensive coffee pots and diamond rings, of the way your lips curl up every time he kisses you. he thinks of the light of morning, how it always seems to devour everything else. how it makes every sliver of darkness seem so inconsequential.

he thinks of how your presence always seems to do the same. 

when suguru looks down, pulled out of his lovesick stupor by the sound of a little snore, you’ve fallen back asleep. cheek squished against his bare chest, drooling a smidge as you dream so prettily, your chest rising up and down in a rhythmic serenity.

his heart flutters. fleeting and giddy, a little dove trapped in his chest. with a sweet coo, he reaches over to caress your skin with the back of his hand, careful not to wake you — so gentle that he holds his breath, as if afraid that even a single exhale could disrupt your well-deserved rest. 

butterflies dance in his stomach, when he sees the way that makes you smile. a whirlwind of them, wings fluttering eagerly, as if attempting to fly out of his throat. he gulps them down again, but he can still feel them. just like he could when you first met.

butterflies that still haven't gone away, despite how long you’ve been together. butterflies that never will go away, as long as there are plates to fill and breakfasts to be made.

in other words, they're there to stay — forever and ever.

(suguru’s gaze falls on your ring finger. he thinks of the secret in the bottom of the drawer, and wonders what kind of breakfast he should make for you when it’s time to bring it out.)

[3hunnidstunt]

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── W3LL D3S3RV3D ─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

‧₊˚✩彡‧ men who are terrible when it comes to apologizing for something they did. they know what to say but when it comes to the point of expressing it they lost it. they know how bad they hurt your feelings and that you hate them at this point on but they wanna make it right.

‧₊˚✩彡‧ men who spam your phone with messages and calls and voice messages begging and apologizing but you’ve blocked them. so they go to other social medias ( snap, insta, tiktok, twitter ) but they already block. their friends texted you to “ unblock him ” but no chance. they will go so far as to emailing you a whole paragraph of an apology but you denied it telling him that “ if you really mean it you’ll do it in person ”

‧₊˚✩彡‧ truth is you adore this effort and it’s cute. but you wanna see him in person and hear his voice slur out these words that he’s typed. so he does. he pulls up to your house around midnight before you go to sleep. nonetheless you walk out your house/apartment in a pink hello kitty hoodie and grey biker shorts. your new wavy lace install in two braids, lashes done, and glossed lips. the moment you opened the door you can smell the weed he’s smoking and his low eyes.

‧₊˚✩彡‧ you sit quietly, hands inside the pockets of the hoodie waiting for him to speak up. “ can you say some? you scaring me right now ma ” “ shouldn’t you be the one speaking if not i’m wasting my time ” you sigh moving towards the door ready to get out but he pulled you back. his words all glued to together as you stare in him in confusion.

“ imsorrymamatheshitididwasfuckedupandyoudeservesomeonethatwilltreatyoubetterthanthisbutimsorryiaintmeantodothattoyoupleaseforgiveme ”

‧₊˚✩彡‧ you made him repeat what he said and he took a deep breath leaning closer to you holding your hand in his. this time your biting your lip trying to not smile. you blame it on the way he’s staring at you. he’s all high and lost but he knows and you know what he’s saying — and he means it. “ hm i don’t know-“ “ c’monn stop playing with me, you know i am it…matter fact i’ll prove it ”

and he keeps his word. his seat a little leaned back while you on top of him. a creamy ring forms on his cock, from you and his previous orgasms. his tongue wrapping itself around a nipple while his hands spreading you ass bouncing you up and down feeling his tip hit your g spot. you tighten up on him making him moan as he continues to apologize. “ ride that dick baby - makin’ me feel so good. pussy so fuckin good ” his words begin to slur, his cock twitching and his abs flexing “ you gonna come again daddy, give it to me please oh my god ” you hold onto his arm as you chase both his and your own high. your pussy wetting/creaming on his as he plays with your clit. “ shit im finna cum, ride that shit baby ” you lean down nose bumping against his as you try to quiet down you moans with his lips. loud smacks and skin slaps and wet/creamy noises fill the car.

‧₊˚✩彡‧ eren, connie, ony, gojo, toji, draken, aki, + ur favs

[itabori]

..⠀⠀⠀𝗪𝗢𝗘⠀⠀⠀♡⠀gun fiend!aki

that moment you opened the door and saw him standing there, his back hunched and a horrible posture that made your own back hurt. it was a silent moment between you two, at first you couldn’t tell who it was until you saw the ring on the tie. he stood there, saying nothing, just breathing heavily. your eyes meet the end of a wide pistol, which caused you to squeal a little. he looked so pale, so…miserable.

“aki what happened to you?” you finally asked hoping to get an answer, but he just stood there. not a single word from him.

he took a step forward, which made you fall back onto the ground. you were frozen

with fear as he bent down, leaning over you. his lips uttered a word, but you couldn’t catch what he said, more like you couldn’t hear what he said.

“( name )....sorry….” he muttered softly. your eyes were looking down at the ground, you were trembling, you were too scared to look him in the eyes, this was not the aki you knew. the aki you loved. aki used his hand to lift your chin up. you were looking at each other. eye to eye. tears were on his face, there was still some of him left in there.

you can hear the rifle cock. you started backing away, fumbling to get up. was he gonna shoot you? you didn’t want to die yet. you were finally able to get on your feet, but your legs were shaking violently, too scared to even lift a toenail because you thought he gonna shoot if you tried to escape but that wasn’t the case at all.

he moved closer towards you. you two were inches apart, face to face with the wide pistol on his head, you think this is finally the end, but that wasn’t it at all. the gun sticking out of his forehead has to make aki tilt his head at a different angle as he locked lips with you. his chappy lips against your soft ones left you wide eyed. maybe aki was still there, hopefully.

“love…you…” he said as the rifle was against your heart. it was beating rapidly, the kiss was absorbing as he steals the air from your lungs. he finally pulls back from the kiss. “sorry…” you were confused. why does he keep apologizing? "so...very sorry..." the last thing you heard was a loud gunshot as your vision suddenly went blurry. you finally knew why.

[curvykittyyssmutfics]

Direct Instruction

"Slow down, Denji. You're gonna overstimulate her too quick. Slow licks. Yeah.. Just like that. Take your time, she ain't goin nowhere."

Aki speaks from across the room, patiently observing Denji struggle not to devour you. He slips his t-shirt off but leaves his sweats on. Head tilted, one hand resting on his raging dick as he leans back further into his chair. You don't know why he's still clothed; made you and Denji get undressed soon as this started.

"I don't want tooo. She tastes so fuckin sweet. Its like candy, Aki."

Denji's a fuckin brat but slows down anyway, giving you a chance to catch your breath. Even with him replacing his savage ass sucking with fast little kitten licks, you can't dig your toes out the mattress at the feeling.

"Yeah, I know she does. Don't mean you can do whatever you want." Aki tells him, squeezin his dick to the sight of you.

"Not the fuckin boss of me.." Denji mumbles into your pussy, making Aki's brow raise.

"That right? Want me to shut this shit down? Fuck y/n till she can't see straight while we leave you to play by yourself?"

That gets Denji back on track. Doesn't dare talk back. Only whines into your sensitive lil pus before getting back to his task.

"Thought so. Fuckin brat. Did you not promise me to work on followin directions? Gonna have to handle your bad ass later.. And you better make her cum real good too."

Theres no doubt about that. Tip of his tongue is dead on, swiping that spot on your slippery nub with an accuracy you wouldn't have thought a virgin could possess. He's only been between your legs for a couple minutes but apparently a few tips from Aki and suddenly he's a pro.

"Ahh, ahhh- Denji! Can't believe- didn't think- ohmygod!"

Aki chuckles as Denji moans around your clit, gripping around your thighs tight. The vibrations put an arch in your back that make Aki finally pull himself out to stroke; he's way too fuckin hard watchin you so drunk on pleasure.

"See what you're doin to her? She can barely take it. Use your fingers.. Yeah, like that. Bet shes squeezin round you.. Always bear hugs the fuck outta my dick when I first slide in."

"Mmmhmmm.."

A finger swipes at your opening, experimenting with the slip and slide of you. Denjis curious. Slowly lets his digit creep inside, suckin at you a little quicker. He's stares at your glistening lil puss, mesmerized by how you engulf him like his lips do to your clit.

"Good boy, Denji. Thats it.. Isn't he doin so well, sweet heart? Makin your lil puss flutter nice and tight, huh? Well, tell him then. Dont be rude.."

"Yeeees, Aki! Makin me feel so- ah, ah, ah!"

Denji can't take it anymore. Wants you to be a good boy, and to be the one that makes you cum but he so fuckin selfish. Needs something from you first: wants a real taste of your pretty lil chocolate pussy. So he abandons your clit, pulling you even tighter against his mouth so he can dig his tongue inside of you as far as it can go.

"Ohhhhmyyy- uh, uh, uh!"

It's too intense too fuckin quick. Your yank at his hair to pull him back but he doesn't budge, leaning into you body to trap you against the bed. He wiggles it inside of you erratically, no rythym at all. Just trying his damnest to reach your depths.

"Geez, Denji.. Should've known; you never fuckin listen."

But Aki doesn't stop him, quickening his strokes as he gets up to stand closer for a better view. He swipes at the precum streaming from his flushed tip. Reaching down with the same hand to pluck at your stiff nipples, smearing them sticky before rubbin slow teasing circles around your clit.

"Listen to that.. Hear that cute lil pussy singin for us? She's loud.. Even louder than your mouth. You so nasty, baby."

"Mmm mmm mmm."

Denji doesnt even hear Aki anymore, groaning in between your thighs like you just offered him a feast. Which is hella funny cause that's how he eats you. It's so damn sloppy, too messy. Your juices and his spit mixing to slide down your ass to the bed.

"Gonna cum Denji! Dont stop, please. Fuh-uuck.. More, Akiiii!"

Your pleas the prettiest symphony either of em has ever heard.

"Okay, y/n, okay. Let it out- ahhh.. Need to see you wet up his mouth, princess.Ohhh, gonna buss- don't stop Denji. Our girls gonna cum. Huh, y/n? Fuuuuck, you're so damn. beautiful."

He gives your twitchy lil button the attention you need, just not in the way expect. Stops rubbing to land 3 swift smacks against your clit. But your gone by the first, mindlessly squealing and cumming on Denji's mouth. Hips twisting uncontrollably but his hold on your thick thighs keeps you in place by. All the while, the fuckin brat makes multiple attempts to reach that special spot inside you with his devilish tongue.

"Mmmmfankoooohmmmm!"

Denji groans his appreciation when you shower his swollen mouth with your love. His tongue batters your walls, forcing moan after moan from your throat till your voice cracks.

What neither of you expect is for the scene to become to much for Aki. He pushes Denji to the side and bullies his cock between your spasming walls. He relishes how the end of your orgasm pushes him into his own.

"No fair, Aki! Wasn't done yet. Not your turn!" Denji's whining, swiftly standing to take Aki's place.

"Shut it."

He strokes his dick slowly, whimpering when he notices how Aki fucks you so good that when your lips part to cry nothin comes out. No breath in your lungs, mouth open wide in a silent scream as Aki leans over you and humps you quick and hard. You're left to grip at your covers, shapely brown legs wrapping around his waist; having no choice but to take what he gives you.

"Yeeees y/n! Bout to fill up my pussy, baby. You ready? Gonna take it all? Got so much cum for you, princess!"

You shake your head, hoping he takes some pity and pulls out.

"Nooo, Aki. Take it out. Don't want you too."

Your mumbled denial definitely lacks conviction.

"Too fuckin bad, baby- ohhhhshit! Can't stop now. Mmmm.. 'S too amazin y/n. Ahhh.."

Aki fills you and then some, thick streams pushing out everytime he fucks back into you. You're thankful his strokes turn shallow at the end of his nut, energy draining from his limbs as he lays over you heavily.

Denji watches as he jerks, envious of the intimacy between you two as Aki pecks kisses all over your face.

"A-aki, 'm close, so fuckin close.. Can I cum? Please, Aki, please?"

"No. Hands off." Voice commanding, he's back to his stoic demeanor; even though his hips still stutter slowly into yours.

Denji groans in disbelief, droppin his hand reluctantly. He can't believe Aki's bein this way. You came and he clearly just satisfied himself, shivers still running through him as he pulls his dick out of you. So then why can't Denji find some fuckin relief too?

But then Denji's pleasantly surprised when Aki spreads you wide, both watching as his nut pools too your entrance. You cover your eyes with your arm, embarrassed how they stare at his cum slowly oozing out and into the big puddle beneath you.

Aki looks at Denji, smiling brightly; cock still stiff as fuck.

"Kay, Denji. Put it in, your turn.."

[msneedful-ispleaseful]

Aki hates how you...

Aki hates how you make his cheeks flush when he sees you in thoes tight fitting dresses that hug every lump, curve, and swell of you thick body.

Aki hates how you get him jealous with that good-for-nothing boyfriend of yours, who treats you like shit and never gets you off in bed.

Aki hates how you instantly make him fold when you come to his doorstep after your break searching for a rebound.

Hates how he lays you down and worships you in kisses,

hates how he licks and sucks at your cunt like you're a goddess and he a servant.

hates how he plunges inside your tight wet heat over and over again rolling his hips into your gspot as you shake,

hates how he made you cum all night long for him.

Aki hates how you weren't around in the morning as if you were never there, you even made the bed, but his dick was slightly sticky, and your smell still lingered. This being the only remembrance of how you were his for one night.

Aki hates how you break his heart when he comes to work and you're back with your Shit-Face-Boyfriend, kissing and hugging, saying just how much you love each other.

Aki hates how the next time you're assigned on a two-week mission/assingment he cant control his body, heart, or mouth.

(PART TWO? lemme know)

[sonderessence]

IFHY ... aki x fem black reader

warnings / contains: smoking, angst, reader/y/n uses she / her pronouns

synopsis: aki fucking hates how you make him feel.

✞ NOW PLAYING: IFHY, tyler the creator (ft. pharrell williams)

aki hated you.

he hated the way you made him feel, he hated the way he couldn't even look you in the eye when speaking to you.

he hated the way you looked at him with such admiration, he hated the way he couldn't think when he was around you, the way his heart fluttered at the slightest touch from you.

he hated the way your thighs were like drugs to him — all he could think about was his head in between your pretty thighs, his name rolling perfectly off your tongue as you grabbed onto his matte black hair, you chanting his name like a he's a god.

he hated the way you lighted up a room when you walked in it, smiling at every person who smiled back at you.

he hated the way you were so sweet and kind to power and denji, how they would tease him for his little " crush " on you behind your back.

he hated the way he thought of you, seeing you beautiful curves in that dress, that damn dress that he loved the most.

he hated how his mind was clouded with you — your smile, your curls, you body, you.

and there he was, blankly staring at you as you danced the night away on the club dance floor, no clue that aki was watching you.

you swayed you hips to the beat of the music, just you in your own world. god, he wanted to fuck you so bad, the thought of you whining beneath him as he whispered sweet nothings in your ear — and he was fucking hard again.

he hated the fact that he was too much of a pussy to tell you how he felt, only watching from afar with pain. all he wanted was you, and you were right there, right there for him.

you body swayed to the rythm of the music, alchol in your system and a wide grin on your face as you noticed aki staring in the distance.

he looked tired, he looked....off.

you ran up to him gleaming with joy. "akiii!" you called out "hey! didn't see you there!"

aki looked startled when he broke out of his trance, now noticing that you were right there in front of him. you looked even more beautiful up close.

aki muttered up a small 'hey' and smiled, despite how much his heart hurt.

"soooo," you dragged you the word as you sat on one of the stools. "what are you doing here? you coulda called 'n told me you were here!" you giggled.

"i didn't see you here." aki lied simply, he didn't know what to say to you at the moment, he was to drunk to comprehend why he was even here to begin with.

he pinched the bridge of his nose, his head spinning as he tried to focus on something else that wasn't you. you were like a drug to him — what he didn't need right now.

aki was known as the "uptight grumpy guy" according to power, and wasn't the first person you'd think would be obsessed with an outgoing young woman like yourself.

he grabbed a cigar from his back pocket, same brand he always got. one thing you remembered while working with him.

"y'know," you turned to him, pursing your lips together "you're gonna end up in the hospital 'cause of those."

"hm." was aki's response as he lit the deathly drug between his lips and took a long drag.

"are you okay, aki?" you asked softly, clearly worried. the music playing in the bar had died down, so he could hear you clearer than before.

"yes." aki answered, even thought he wanted to say no and pour his whole heart out to you.

"you don't look like it-"

"why do you care?"

"why do i care?" you scoffed "i'm worried aki, you look like you haven't slept in days." your voice was stern, and he could tell he disappointed you — and he hated that he did.

his hands shook and his leg bounced up and down, occasionally hitting the bottom of the counter. "m'sorry." he mumbled, his words slurred as he looked at the counter "things have been...pretty tough these past couple of weeks"

you sighed, resting your hand on his, which made him flinch. "why didn't you tell me? i could've helped..."

his heart ached. he wanted to tell you how he felt — but something stopped him. why? why couldn't he speak? why couldn't he tell you the truth to end this dark path he'd gone through?

"'m gonna go home." aki stood up, stumbling out the door. "w-wait!" you called out, following after him. "aki!"

you frowned, walking with him to his car. "you can't drive in this condition! you're piss drunk!"

"at least let me drive you..." you sighed, reaching a hand out towards his shaky ones. you could tell he was panicky, something you never saw in him.

"'cmon..." you didn't wait for him to answer, grabbing his hand and walking him to his car. you jumped in the drivers seat, grabbing aki's car keys and starting it when he got in.

the drive to aki's place was dead silent. he tried to calm himself down, drowning out the sounds blaring in his ears. he could feel you stare at him every chance you got, every red light you would glance at him with worry in your eyes. he didn't want you to worry.

"all right," you sighed, parking the car on his driveway and getting out. you walked over to drunk aki and offered a hand towards him, he was hesitant at first, but grabbed your hand and got out of the car.

aki's place hasn't changed, you weren't there often but whenever you would visit it always looked the same.

"you should go..." aki said sternly, not daring to look you in the eyes.

"i'm not doing that." you answered in the same tone. he sighed, knowing how you were, you wouldn't dare leave him in this condition.

he chuckled softly at your stubbornness, same as always.

aki didn't know what to say, and neither did you. you two just stood there in the middle of his living room.

you frowned, walking up to your "friend" and looking into his tired indigo eyes. "you can tell me what's wrong, aki." could he? why did he make this more complicated than it needed to be?

he took a shaky breath, looking back at you. he wanted to kiss you, so so bad. he loved you, but he didn't know if you felt the same way.

"im just tired..." he sighed.

"then sleep." you smiled softly, aki quietly chuckling at your smart remark.

"your right..." he looked deep into you eyes. "do you want to...stay...?"

you smiled softly "sure"

a/n: don't know how to end this 💪🏾

©bachirasegoist, 2023 — do not steal or copy works

[bobeni]

  ⠀   ⠀   ⠀     ⠀ O22 ፧ GIVE IT TO ME ♡

✶ users! › a. hayakawa, m!reader.

✶ synopsis! › in which you show up to aki’s job with one thing, and one thing only, on your mind.

✶ wrdcnt! › 1,839.

✶ cw’s! › nsfw (bottom!aki, top!reader), implied shorter reader (sorry), sex onna desk, possible ooc (as always). stupid, very stupid. can’t say any other warnings.

✶ notes! › lowkey hate this, but i’ll post it anyway bc it’s been a long ass time since i’ve written on here.

  You and Aki worked two separate jobs, lived in separate apartments on different sides of the city一but that didn’t stop either of you from visiting each other, and to scope out each other’s workplace.

Well, that’s what you should’ve been doing when you arrived to the Public Safety HQ, but you had other, better plans in mind.

As you strolled down the extensive halls, casually greeting any passersby, you looked and searched until you found what you’d consider Aki’s office; you’ve seen the inside quite a few times as well. Usually to drop off his occasionally forgotten lunch and steal a kiss or two. But today, you showed up empty handed, pushing your way inside and allowing the chill of the tidy room to blow over you.

The sight before you triggered a stumble in your heart; there was your boyfriend, brandishing his form-fitting dark suit that you felt no shame in letting your eyes take in. But you noticed that his hair was down this time, and fuck, if you thought he didn’t look sexier you’d be lying through your teeth.

While you were struggling inwardly to maintain your composure, blue eyes snapped upward at the intrusion, but the stony clouds in them dissipated as soon as he recognized your familiar face.

With a soft smile pulling at his lips, Aki rose from his desk and strode over to you. Every step he took, though, your eyes followed一blatantly ogling his body and how each muscle moved, shifting underneath the tux as he used them to reach your side.

“Hey,” he called, his deep voice too sweet for your ears. Aki towered over you, his eyelids heavy with an acute fondness as he let your hand traverse his waistline to rub the small of his back. In return, he wrapped one arm around your shoulder and the other inched its way down to your free hand, fingers curling around it and effectively caging you into him, which you’d always allow.

Continuing to hold onto him, you smiled, letting your chin perch on his chest. “Hey,” you parroted, looking up at him through your eyelashes catching the way his cheeks subtly darkened at the look. But he must’ve caught onto your act because the blush was gone and soon he was skeptical, “So... if I didn’t forget my lunch and you’ve got nothin’ on you, did you just miss me? Or do want something out of me? Is that it?” The dark-haired man peered down at you, but your eyes were elsewhere.

Aki tried to follow your line of sight, “[name], love?” The endearment garnered your attention, but your eyes drifted down to his suit for what felt like the fiftieth time that evening. “What is it?”

“Nothin’ nothin’, I just...” you trailed off, now hiding your face in his chest. “I... I really wanna fuck you on your desk.” The declaration had Aki stuck in place, but you soon felt heat emitting from his body so you shifted around more to hide your giddy smile.

Not that that could ever stop Aki from noting your excitement. He sighed begrudgingly, “[name]. Is that seriously what to came all the way here for? Just to fuck me?” He tried to sound all scolding, but nothing could obscure the way his face burned with a pretty red from merely repeating your request; and how from your position, it did wonders for edging the stubborn tent in his slacks.

But you avoided mentioning that, for now.

“When you put it like that, you make it sound like it isn’t worth the bus fair.” You felt encouraged when he managed to chuckle at that. “Come on, Aki. You look too fine today to pass up the opportunity.” With every word you spoke, you placed chaste kisses on the man’s scorching neck, humming contentedly when the hand on shoulder roughly gripped the fabric of your sweater, and when Aki’s balance started becoming a bit unsavory.

A shaky sigh reached your ears, and soon enough Aki was backing the two of you to the edge of his desk. “Fine,” he murmured. “It’s already about my break, anyway. But just this once. I’ll go along with you. Quietly.” At the sign of a primise you smiled, kissing him, with a “thank you, babe.” But he steered you back in so he could properly reciprocate the kiss, you followed his vigorous lead and let your hands fall to cup his firm ass.

You swallowed up every lovely sound the taller man granted you, each soft moan making you harder and harder by the minute. But with one glance down, it didn’t seem like Aki was too far behind.

Undoing his belt, you disconnected your lips momentarily for a better task. Aki’s breath hitched his throat as his dark eyes watched you crouch to your knees, releasing the man’s dick from the confines of his boxers.

It was an angry, throbbing red; the tip greeted you with streams of precum that you gratefully lapped up, licking the underside of his girth before taking him in whole. A few choked moans and the hand that gripped onto your head only served as encouragement as you bobbed your head on his dick. He could be so sensitive sometimes but that didn’t make you enjoy making him unravel any less.

The next time you looked up at him as you sloppily sucked him off, you found that Aki had unbuttoned his shirt and loosened his tie, allowing for your eyes to greedily eat up the sight of his rosey pecs and sweat-coated abs. You moaned around his dick just as Aki released a groan deep enough to rattle your core. He covered his mouth in a feeble attempt to silence himself as your efforts drew him close.

But of course, you released his dick with a string of saliva connecting its eagerness with your puffy lips. Aki cursed but you moved up to soothe him with a kiss. “Any other time, I would’ve loved for you to come right then and there,” you feigned a sigh, pulling your pants and boxers down enough so your own hardened dick could be met with the chill of the air. “But you can’t come until I’ve gotten to fuck you stupid over this desk.” You fanned away wisps of his bangs as a flabbergasted Aki and his cloudy eyes looked between your own and your awaiting dick.

“Alright. Yeah. That’s fair.” Aki would never admit the pool of arousal that sat in his gut only got bigger. “So, how do you want me?” Even with his chest heaving and legs probably weaker than they’ve ever been, he still asked what you preferred.

You hummed, “On your stomach for me, please.” Aki nodded at the request, but the change of position did nothing to stop his reddening face as he laided across his desk, exposing his behind to you. But this is what you wanted, and he had no difficulty giving it to you.

He knew you were enjoying this, too一the way silence hung in the air for several intervals when your eyes were raking over his ruffled hair, his messy uniform and how it all just filled you with want. The dark-haired man looked to the side bashfully when you then lingered on the expanse of his ass. Although you didn’t want to get too lost in the moment, afterall you only had the man’s break together.

Digging into your pants’ pockets, you fished out a small bottle of lube. Aki’s mouth drops with astonishment, “My god, you fucking asshole.” And then he chuckles at the thought of you being prepared for this, but you shut him up with the feeling of that cold liquid coming into contact with his hot skin. He hisses as you lightly shush him with a kiss to the dimples in his lower back.

He shivers underneath you as the liquid comes drizzling down to catch at his tight hole. Lapping up some of it, you began to circle his rim with two fingers smirking when it twitches under your touch. Aki bucks against the desk when you finally sink your fingers into his heat, you didn’t care that your own face was burning up, but how could you when you wanted to feel that heat around your dick instead. Though you kept to the prep, easing your fingers in and out of him, matching each push with Aki’s faint little moans.

When he shuddered just right, you knew you reached that point, so pressed two fingers against it and chuckled as Aki tried not to moan to loud. He was pushing his ass back, aiming for more of your fingers but you refused; pulling the two digits out before Aki could get carried away.

You took the bottle again and coated your length in lube, giving it a few pumps as you aligned your hips with Aki’s. “I’m about to put in, Aki. You ready?” The man nodded and reached behind himself for your hand. “Of course I am. Please, just fuck me, baby.” He stared back at you, waiting and begging for you to do something.

You gulped and stuttered out a tiny, “will do.” Then you didn’t hold back, making quick work to slide past his entrance and onto Aki’s hot walls, moaning when he clenched around, molding himself perfectly for you. The dark-haired man bit down into his forearm to shield his moans, his knees almost turning into jelly as you made him feel much too full, and the arousal stirring up inside him becoming nearly unbearable.

Once you were nestled inside of him, you pulled out only to slam back inside一you kept up his pattern the sound of your hips meeting was akin to music. Aki let out little calls of your name the harder your thrusts came. You leaned over his broad shoulders to kiss at the nape of his neck, using a free hand to fist Aki’s abandoned dick. He nearly cried out at his, sloopily jutting his hips back and forth to match your actions, and you loved seeing the man’s unfathomable eagerness on full display.

“[n-name]一I’m, fuck, please一” Aki babbled, but you understood every word. Slowing your thrusts down as your rocked your hips, feeling yourself getting close to the edge as well. You didn’t stop Aki as his usually deep voice turned high when he cried, reaching his peak, you kept pump into him until you came inside, filling him up to the brim.

You two laid there catching your breaths. Letting the afterglow from the broad windows wash over you.

A sigh emitted from you as you came down from your orgasm, you sent a cheeky smile to Aki, who laid stiff as bricks underneath you.

“Well, that wasn’t so bad for a first, right?” The question only furthered Aki’s growing post-nut clarity. So instead of answering verbally to face embarrassing teasing, he kicked you in the shin.

꒰♡꒱ end note: i still can’t end fics properly sometimes so i will make a joke, sorry. anyways, ik it’s dumb as hell but this is all i came up with on short notice 💀💀 i have a better aki fic for later i promise.

but i still hope someone could enjoy even though i’m rusty lmfao

[sintiva]

our calls consist of…

ft. aki x fem!reader

notes: omg sosa @sailewhoremoon i’m having a revelation…. but phone sex with aki :(;)):):):): this is that one thirst i was talkin bout from forever ago

cw: phone sex, use of toys, pet names?, and yea

“i can’t see, aki… i wanna see.” he’s being so mean cause he knows you can’t cum if you don’t look at every motion he makes. he’s so so mean for not setting up the phone properly so that you can see him thristing his length into his toy. a fleshlight that can only bless him with so much pleasure.

“sorry baby,,” he grunts so deep it makes your pusy clench, “you know i can’t help it when i’m thinking bout your pussy.”

"just started fucking it...a little too hard." so hard that it knocked the phone of his stand

“aki, what’re ya thinkin’ abour?” you whimper as you sink a cream coated dildo into your pussy, “i wanna know”. you’re squeezing hard. clenching around the poor toy cause you miss aki. your arousal drips lewdly around the plastic shaft.work is so terrible and it’s been keeping you apart. keeping you away from all of the dick you could’ve been getting.

"i just need to feel you."

"creamin' on me." he snaps his hips into the toy, he's imagining it drip with arousal; your arousal! how desperately he needs it to be your arousal. like how you do.

“squeezin’ round me, you’ve got the best little pussy.”

“it’s always so good for me.”

squelch-

you rub the dildos head in between your lips and insert just a little bit. the thick grooves of it don’t make up for thicker grooves that akis dick has. the veins. the little bits of hair that tickle your clit when he fully thrusts in.

“akiii.” you coo desperately again for the hundredth time. squelch!

“can’ you hear how wet i am.” you grip the phone in your shaky fingers and place the my mic right by your opening. he can hear every.single. stick and pull of your juices. coating that stupid toy in it — just the tip. like how’d he be doing right now if he just waited till you got home.

you smack the toy against your clit and cry out in pleasure. a soothing moan and the slip of his name from your between your lips. and you do it more time. but then you pout and let water sting your eyes; then say it again. a raspy whine, sweet but with a bit of an ache.

“don’t do that to me baby…” he grunts into the phone, he’s got it im his hands. fumbling with the ‘flip camera’ button. when you peer down at the phone you see his length. the blush tip of it letting a tiny bit slip out the toy. that one big vein that bulges along the top; the one you like to lick on just to feel it twitch when he cums…

it’s twitching uncontrollably now, getting shiner and glossier with each pass of his cock.

“you know you can’t do that-” he grunts low, “don’t make me feel guilty.”

but you sigh his name one more time. rubbing the glossy head between your folds. pushing the tip in and slowly pulling it back out. steady, white rings of cream. aki’s clenching his jaw, fucking all his sexual frustration into the toy. wishing it were you instead. letting filth roll off his tongue as an attempt to apologize.. through phone sex :(

“you know i wanna stuff you full…watch you try so hardly too keep all of it in.”

“you gonna let me stuff it back in you?”

“like how i always do?” …

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men that love breeding you full, having your cunt filled to the brim with his warm cum - Gojo, Nanami, Toji, Eren, Kishibe, Kenpachi

men who love watching you bum jiggle in his hands and spreading your cheeks apart - Shui Kong, Toji, Eren, Ichigo

men who finger your cunt until your spraying all over the floor place, commenting about how he hears your cunt talking to him - Geto, Choso, Aki, Shui Kong, Ishida

men who secretly love it when you take control on him but would never admit that to you - Choso, Gojo, Toji, Ikkaku (pornhub link)

men who can’t wait till you get home to fuck you so fucks you hard in the car, having you scream into the night sky - Toji, Sukuna, Renji, Connie, Geto

men who position you so he can make sure he reaches deep into your cunt so he can stuff you full off his cum - Gojo, Ony, Geto, Ishida

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Aki x Passenger princess!reader

synopsis: Aki is driving you home

Headcanon, fem!reader, fluff, established relationship, late night driving

note: it's my first writing something in english since it's not my first language, so it may not be good I'm so sorry for that I'll do my best

Enjoy :)

Aki is the type that will insist to driving you home no matter how far you live

"I'll be fine Aki don't worry I'll sent you a message when I'm home"

"It's already too late for me to let my girlfriend walk home by herself"

he'll always have the last word, don't fight too much against it

he'll open the door for you with a small smile on the lips

of course you're in charge of the music and he always remember the tittles of the ones that you like the most

"Am I ?" he smiles

while driving he -sometimes- takes your hand in his to bring it to his lips, giving little kisses on your knuckles

this gesture is getting you all flustered "you're so cheesy sometimes you know" you avoid his eyes

he LOVES to put his hand on your thighs, caresse them softly, squeeze them a little

Aki is a listener

he likes it when you talk about little things that happened to you during the day

what did you eat today ? And what about the cat that you met in the street ?

whatever it is, he loves the sound of your voice

if you fall asleep, he'll let you sleep

days are long right ?

when you're finally arrived he'll never have the heart to wake you

he will carry to your appartement making sure not to wake you up

but he doesn't know that you're never asleep when he's doing this, you just like when your man carrying you so gently, so carefully

It's giving you butterflies

and when he finally put you in bed, you magically waking up just to say one word:

"Stay..."

[yae-energy]

good morning :)

synopsis: mornings with your boyfriend aki are never dull, and you’re thankful for it

cast: aki hayakawa x black fem reader

cw: mild cursing

a/n: the first good morning i’ve had in a while, so here’s some aki content

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boyfriend! aki. . . who tries to be all romancy and fancy when he wakes you up. bringing you breakfast in bed with your favorite drink of choice, complete with a kiss to the forehead. the peaceful moments like this were ones he cherished close to his heart, even if you were half asleep with your bonnet hanging on for dear life.

boyfriend! aki. . . who attempts to ignore the sounds of denji and power terrorizing the apartment at the ass crack of dawn. as much as he loved them, they were… a lot, especially in the mornings. so while he mentally prepared himself to deal with that, he watched you get ready instead. admiring how gorgeous you looked while you detangled your curls.

boyfriend! aki. . . who can be heard through the thin walls of your shared apartment, telling power to stop dumping hot coffee off the balcony and for denji to not cook all the eggs. it’d be fine if he made normal things with them- but he’d be damned if he wasted an entire carton of eggs on more weird ass concoctions.

power on the other hand never listened, because when does she ever? another item to the list.

• • •

grocery store checklist :

coffee beans

eggs

detergent

cigarettes

• • •

boyfriend! aki. . . who has to stop denji and power from barging into the bedroom to tell you goodmorning. again, it wouldn’t have been a problem if they were normal individuals, but alas…they are not. all power wants to do is play in your edge control and denji keeps trying to offer you whatever the hell is in his mug.

he’s shocked with the amount of patience you have with them- even more so that you were still willing to live with him after seeing them behave like wild animals the first time you were ever over. at least they liked you, lord knows what they would have done if they didn’t… though he’d rather not think about that.

boyfriend! aki. . . who plants kisses on your cheeks while you put on the finishing touches to your outfit. never failing to remind you how beautiful gold jewelry looked on your skin- before hearing roars of digust from denji and power.

• • •

“fucking gross”

“yuck, get a damn room”

“this is our room- why are you still here??”

• • •

you doubted they actually minded, just another case of wanting to get on aki’s nerves just cause they could.

boyfriend! aki. . . who walks you to the door while he double checks with you to make sure you have all your belongings. he never wanted you to forget anything because he knew how much of a hassle it was to have to come allll the way back for a few items. he wanted to do everything he could to make your life easier, even if it was in the smallest ways.

boyfriend! aki. . . who has to yank power and denji off of you as to not make you late for work. it truly did warm his heart to see how attached they’ve grown to you, this was routine but yet it never managed to get old. the smile on your face and the reassurance that you’d be back later for dinner helped set in the fact that you guys were his own little family.

boyfriend! aki. . . who sits in silence along with denji and power long after you left. it was normal for them to quiet down due to your absence, almost as if it was out of respect for you - either that or they were just bored and had no entertainment because aki was just ohhh sooo boringgg. it never lasted long though, usually about an hour and a half after your initial leave.

however, as hectic as the mornings were, he’d never change it for the world.

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