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𝐍𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐲 𝐍𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐛𝐨𝐫 🚬

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐀𝐤𝐢 𝐇𝐚𝐲𝐚𝐤𝐚𝐰𝐚 𝐗 𝐍𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐛𝐨𝐫 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐋𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐭𝐡: 2.9𝐤

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖, 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐛𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐯!𝐀𝐤𝐢, 𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐧 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐩𝐥𝐨𝐭, 𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐯𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐬𝐞𝐱 & 𝐨𝐫𝐚𝐥 𝐬𝐞𝐱, 𝐟!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫, 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐬 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐚 𝐟𝐞𝐦𝐦𝐞 𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐞

𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫’𝐬 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞: Kinktober 2024 || I love Aki so much, but something about pervy Aki but against his will really does something to me. Happy Kinktober you disgusting pervs ᥫ᭡ Also big big thanks to my beta readers, I love you! ART by yuonnoaii on X

𝐈 𝐁𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐤 𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐀𝐠𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐁𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐬

Aki was a devil hunter, but when it came to you, he fought both devils and demons just to not touch himself to the image of you.

You, his new neighbor, from across his balcony in the building over. Aki, who had not been with a woman in God knows how long. Overworked, burnt out, anti-social, with extreme suppressed sexual desires.

That was until he saw you.

If he was honest, he had completely forgotten that sex was even a thing—in all forms. Sex with another person, self-gratification, porn, lust, urges, desires—all of it. In his line of work there wasn’t any time for that, and in Aki’s case the only desire he really had was revenge, but that was a desire that he knew was going to take time to satiate.

The encounters that he’s had with you got increasingly more difficult for him with every passing instance.

At first it was just fleeting glances—no stares—at you in the beginning. You weren’t like anything he had ever seen before. Beautiful, captivating, and intriguing, so just looking at you, trying to catch a glimpse at you while you lingered and occupied your balcony across from his eventually should have been his first signal to have built a stronger disposition against you.

Then you talked to him, albeit a little insulting, mean, and even, well, intimidating, because the first instance was when you had straight up called him a pervert. Confronting him for his blatant staring and or borderline offensive, not so sneaky glances at you while he dragged through cigarettes, distracted by you. Blowing through cartons faster than he would have liked, because of you.

And he felt disgusted.

Grossed out that although yes, he found you mean, intimidating, and believed you had every right to call him a pervert, and irritated by his actions, he also found you incredibly sexy for it. Curious over what really lied under that confident mean exterior.

Every instance after that was the same. You two would find each other on your respective balconies, playing with the tension that was undoubtedly there. Bad tension. Negative tension, but tension nonetheless. Aki would get caught admiring you (ogling you from your perspective), you’d call him out, and he’d have to retreat into his apartment fighting all that hell had to offer just to not to stroke his cock to you.

Admittedly, it did get better when you would tease him for looking and make fun of him for even peeking at you from behind his bangs and a pink tint on his cheeks. You were ruthless, and it only made his desire for you grow.

Fuck. Then he talked back, and in your response, he knew that he was fucked for sure.

He had been in the shared mailing room of both your buildings. Sifting slowly through his mail in a poor attempt to avoid going back up to his apartment and finding you lounging around in skimpy pajamas in your living room—as he noted that you tended to do a lot in the mornings. But then you were there. As if manifesting from his mind and rounding the corner to enter the mailroom with him.

At that point he had half a mind to ask you if you were a devil, because no way were you now crushing an attempt he made to not be so perverted against you. It wasn’t fair, and he feared you for it.

It was avoidance at first. He didn’t know what to say to you, but then you spoke to him again, and it was like he lost total control of himself.

“See you later, pervert.” You had told him. It was teasing, but not at all lighthearted.

It was then that Aki decided to do something.

Nearly missing you by an inch, he took hold of your elbow and spun you back to face him. You gasped, arms tensing slightly as you look up at him with surprise. But he wanted to make sure he had you at full attention.

“Hold on,” he says lowly, his chest rumbling.

"Look, I don’t want you to think I’m a pervert, okay? I apologize if I’ve made you feel that way. You’re very pretty, is all.” He struggles to compliment, but his gaze doesn’t break away.

“I don’t mean harm.” He finishes, and he truly means that. His hand lingers on your elbow as he locks his dark blue eyes with yours.

You seem to hold your breath as you register his words, then you glance down at his hand still grasping you and slowly trail your eyes back up to his. Realizing his touch, he slowly unfurls his fingers and releases you.

Both of their skins are cold from the loss of heat.

“You must not know a lot of pretty girls.” You finally say, voice tight.

“None that look like you.” Aki replies right over your comment. What compelled him to say that he was unsure. He was never that forward, bold, or even confident, and especially not with women, but something about you made him act out.

“What’s your name?” You ask, your eyes transfixed on him.

Aki held your gaze, his expression unreadable as he sensed the intensity between you. Your question broke the thick silence that had settled, and he felt himself hesitating for only a brief moment before responding.

"Aki Hayakawa," he replied, his voice firm and steady, a hint of curiosity coloring his words, "And you?"

“Aki.” You repeat his name slowly, sounding out each syllable.

He knows you did that on fucking purpose. Now wondering what it would sound like if you moaned his name.

After another frustrating pause, Aki speaks, “So is your name something I have to earn or what?” He says flatly. Meeting your eyes with just a bit of intimidating irritation.

Your mouth parts slightly like you have something to say, but then your tongue glides over your perfect white teeth in one slow swipe. Amused, you were fucking with him again.

Aki cursed you in his head. The sudden disgusting thought of how your mouth would look wrapped around his cock. Your tongue gliding over his needy tip instead of your teeth.

“I’ll see you later, Aki.” You tease, but your voice is soft. Different than the other times you have teased him.

That night Aki was chilling in his living room when he heard the faintest sound of a sliding door open and close. He knew it must’ve been coming from outside... His neighbor, most likely out on her own balcony.

The sound was like a command to him now.

He stood up from his seat on the couch and walked towards his own sliding door. When he got close enough, he opened the door to look out, his eyebrow rising at the sight of you once more across the other building. His heart racing just a bit, his skin running warm, and he could feel the telltale sign of an impending erection as you turned to look at him. Like a dog responding to stimuli; Pavlovian.

Now he was moving without control, crossing out into his balcony, hands buried in his pajama pants. His eyes fixated on your form. Watching your every move. Your eyes met his, and suddenly Aki’s mouth opened to speak.

"Hey," He greeted you simply, his voice low as his eyes looked you up and down with this newfound (misplaced) confidence. You looked over at him, not at all surprised by his presence. You nodded towards him.

You’ve got to be kidding me, Aki thought to himself as he looked over at what you were wearing. A fucking short fitted satin slip, that left no room for imagination. Aki's eyes widened as he took in the sight of you, his breath hitching in his throat.

The slip clung to your every curve, showcasing your body in a way that rendered him mute. He was captivated, unable to tear his gaze away from the provocative sight before him.

He had expected to have a casual conversation. Especially after the conversation from earlier, but the combination of your clothes—or lack thereof—and the charged atmosphere between sparked something primal within him that he struggled to suppress. His hands tightened around the fabric of his pajama pants pockets, his body responding instinctively.

He was fucking perverted.

Aki cleared his throat, trying to regain his composure and speak in a controlled tone, despite his body now pulsing.

"What are you doing out so late?” He asked, taking a step closer to the railing so that you could better hear him from your own balcony. You tilted your head a little confused. Crossing your arms over your chest, your tits being pushed up a little as you did it.

Aki cursed you in his head.

“What am I doing on my own balcony?” You quizzed from across the building.

Aki's gaze flickered down to your crossed arms, his eyes involuntarily drawn to the way your breasts were lifted and accentuated by the position. He suppressed a groan, feeling his desire flaring up. Your innocent question only served to increase the tension between you and him, heightening the forbidden allure of the situation. He clenched his fists, forcing his mind to focus on your words rather than the erotic image in front of him.

"Yes, what brings you out here this late?" he replied, his voice strained as he fought to maintain control. He couldn't allow himself to be consumed by lust, not when he had done so well by not giving in to his desires before. But with your tempting presence, it felt like a constant battle against his own morality.

“Aki, you’re asking a lot of stupid questions. I live here. I can do whatever I want in my own apartment on my own balcony. I could stand naked out here if I wanted.” You laughed, the faintest tone of annoyance. However, you knew what your words would do to him. Now that you were acutely aware of how you made him feel after earlier’s display.

The mental image of your naked body forced Aki to shut his eyes for a moment and let out the smallest groan. He knew you couldn’t hear, but he also knew that you knew what you were saying. What you were doing. Vexing him the way that you did. The lust was beginning to consume him.

It was a losing battle. He was fucking losing.

Aki's eyes snapped open, the intensity in his gaze now almost feral as he stared at you across the distance. He hated you for playing with his desires so effortlessly, for knowing exactly how to push his buttons.

He took a deep breath, trying to steady himself, but the ache in his crotch only grew more insistent. The walls he had erected to protect his focus, his sanity, and his character were crumbling under the weight of his lust.

“Every word you speak is deliberate.” He declared, like he was accusing you. His eyes trailed up your body in a moment of weakness.

“Yeah, it is.” You assured quickly.

Then there was palpable silence.

Aki's mind was a whirlwind of desires and frustrations, his body seemingly betraying him at every turn. He watched you move to your door then, each subtle action a temptation that he couldn't ignore. His gaze lingered on you as you turned your back to him, exposing your ass to him. The throbbing in his pants intensified, his body craving release. He can only imagine the wet spot of pre in his underwear.

“You make it too easy.” You laughed; your voice, filled with taunting amusement, cut through his haze of desire, reminding him of his vulnerability and the hold you actually had over him.

If Aki was smart, he’d listen to his rational side, urging him to regain control and to retreat to the safety of his own apartment. But the magnetic pull he felt towards you rooted him to his spot.

“Don’t burst a blood vessel touching yourself tonight.” You mocked so boldly and bluntly it sent Aki reeling. But before Aki could even think of responding, you had already retreated back into your apartment. Aki stood there, stunned, face flushed with both embarrassment and frustration. How could you see right through him, exposing him so easily and without mercy.

Fuck.

He didn't have time to process your leave, as he felt himself unraveling. His body pulsed with need, his erection straining against the confines of his pants. God damn, it hurt.

With a frustrated growl, Aki turned abruptly and retreated into his own apartment, shutting the sliding door with a resounding thud. He paced back and forth in his living room, grappling with the overwhelming surge of desire that threatened to consume him. He knew he had to find release, to quiet the burning ache that clawed at him. But his thoughts were clouded, his focus scattered under the weight of it all. He needed to regain control and find his center once again. But in that moment, desire won out.

He had suppressed his urges too many times in the last few weeks for anything to work this time. He just kept getting harder the more he thought of you, so he stopped pacing and just stood in the middle of his living room looking down at his crotch. Groaning for it to go away. Flashes of his neighbor’s body, your tits, your ass, your mouth, your pretty face, the way you rolled your tongue, the way you said his fucking name. It was all too much, and Aki had half a mind to start touching himself.

It was over.

Aki hurriedly moved to the bathroom in his room, turning on the cold water with the intent of splashing his face. Instead, he braced himself on the sink, letting the water run, the cold ceramic helping alleviate his rising temperature but it wasn’t enough. He closed his eyes to breathe, only to prove a mistake. Because all that played in his head, over and over again, was your interaction this morning, and without even realizing it, Aki started to unbuckle his pants.

Your words played in Aki's mind over and over, along with your face and body in his head repeatedly. The way you looked at him—the way you had been teasing him—fucking with him—it was just too much.

He let out a little groan as his pants began to loosen, his brain barely registering the movement as his eyes closed and he fell into this trance. Aki’s hand slid into his pants to grab hold of his angry, needy cock. The touch instantly gave him relief. He breathed out shakily, his hand moving against himself a couple times to the thought of you in that satin slip. The way it hugged all your curves, the way it pressed up against your tits...

How would they look getting fucked by him?

“Fuuuuck…” He breathed out.

He couldn't help but moan softly, pleasure pinpricking across his skin as his hand moved faster and firmer. His mind filled with vivid images of you, and every stroke of his hand brought him closer to release. He could almost feel your presence, as if you were there with him, encouraging him to let go of his inhibitions and give in to his carnal desires.

God, what would you say if you knew what he was doing to the thought of you.

He imagined what it would be like to plunge his cock into your mouth, letting your tongue run along the underside of his cock and down his balls; hot and wet saliva coating his length.

What it would sound like if he fucked that mean, intimidating act out of you. Imagining how pretty your pussy must be—as pretty as you were? And how pretty that pussy would look clenching around him.

And then he replayed the way you had said his name. Trying to envision all the ways he would try to get you to scream, moan, and cry his name.

“F-Fuck Aki! Give it to me! Please more! Aki!”

Aki’s breathing grew heavier, his movements becoming more urgent as he neared the edge. His body responded with an intensity he had never experienced before.

And then he imagined your face.

With a final moan and a few more sloppy strokes, he came. His body shuddering, knees nearly buckling, as one of the hardest orgasms he’s had in so long consumed him. Ropes of hot, thick, white cum splurged out into the sink and swirled down the drain with the running water.

As he stood there, panting and spent, Aki couldn't help but feel a mixture of relief and shame. He had succumbed to his desires; let them consume him in the most perverted way possible. This wasn’t him. It was nasty and disrespectful... But deep down, he knew that the battle wasn't over. The allure of his neighbor still lingered, as did the pent-up lust that threatened to consume him later—again.

After cleaning up and taking a cold shower, Aki lay in bed annoyed and angry, to say the least. Still disgusted with himself, but also disappointed. Not only for giving in to his lustful temptation, but ultimately for letting you have this power over him. Worse was the fact that he touched himself to the thought of you, and he didn’t even know your fucking name.

If only he knew that just across his balcony, in the building over... you were still knuckles deep to the thought of him.

ꫂ ၴႅၴ𝐑𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝

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pepperyduck · 1 month ago

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“mile high” with aki hayakawa

this is part three of my kinktober event!

word count: 1.4k

warnings: nsfw, high sex, drug use obv, protected p in v, casual boyfriend sex with aki. (18+ mdni!)

notes: i love aki, thank u

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“aki.”

“hm?”

“my eyes burn.”

a fit of giggling overcomes your body, throwing yourself back into the couch and clutching your arms around your stomach. you fall into your boyfriend’s lap, head rested against his thighs and he looks at you. and there’s the sweet eye contact that never fails to make you melt. aki’s glossy eyes make your smile fade, but not in a bad way, just in the way he made you lose yourself by just looking at him.

even sober, he makes your heart speed up and pound in your chest and your fingertips numb. he gives you a tingling sensation like no other. but now, after smoking just a little too much—those feelings were a million times more intense. that’s no hyperbole, genuinely, every vein in your body coursed love throughout for aki.

you turn your head over on his lap, paying attention to the movie you picked out to watch tonight, trying with all your might to remember how it goes. aki had always had a habit of being just a bit more touchy when he was fried; he always ran his fingers over your shoulder and down your side, or pet your head softly. just as he was doing now.

“hey, aki?”

“yeah?” his voice is lazy and raspy, barely audible in your ears.

“wanna fuck?” you giggle again, eyes still focused on the television.

aki’s motions come to a halt for many minutes. his head was buzzing, each blink of his eyes felt slow and manual…but damn, did he wanna fuck.

lengthy fingers drag down your side again, this time just a little further than your waist, stopping to lightly grip the skin of your love handle. then his hand trails back up, then down again, slowly, over your hip and very slightly over the curve of your ass, then back up to your waist. each trace of aki’s fingertips linger on your skin, heightened senses from the smoke you inhaled earlier allowing for each tingle to be felt minutes afterward. you sigh and roll over to look up at your boyfriend, whose lazily lidded eyes and staring down at you in pure adoration.

you intertwine your fingers with aki’s, and begin to slowly drag his hand to in between your thighs, begging for him to touch the aching that was just too intense while high. he watches, entranced, fingers moving with only the muscle memory he’d built up in your relationship. the man he is, aki goes above and beyond—you wanted just a little pressure on your core, and here he is, snaking his hands under the stretchy band of your – his – pajama pants. you cling your arms around his bicep, holding and anticipating his next move. you can feel each pulse of your heart inside the cavity of your chest, your eyes still burn, and everything seems so…

surreal.

aki’s fingertips dip into your wet folds, greedily coming to circle around your sensitive clit, in the perfect way to immediately overwhelm you. your legs slightly twitch and kick, yet open up more to invite aki’s touch, drinking him in like water. nuzzling your head into aki’s growing bulge, he lets out a deep sigh and hums appreciatively, showing his thanks by speeding up his skilled middle and ring finger.

“fuck me, aki,” you purr, in the most honeyed, seductive voice you can muster up.

tension fills the air between you and aki, it’s raw, passionate, and you can feel your heart pulse faster. he leans down to plant a kiss on your forehead—making you squeeze your eyes shut and let out a pathetic whimper. he’s sweet and slow with you, always. so, he sweetly and slowly pulls his hand out of your bottoms and raises your head from his lap to stand up.

aki leans down to give you another forehead kiss, whispering, “take ‘em off.”

you hastily oblige, pulling your bottoms down along with your panties, watching your boyfriend as he walks over to a drawer in your shared kitchen. you pay attention to every detail, when he sniffles as he fishes out a condom from the drawer, and how he walks over to you to drop to his knees, spreading your thighs apart with his shoulders alone. tenderly, aki presses a few light pecks to your inner thighs, soon connecting his mouth with your awaiting heat. he lazily laps at your cunt for a few seconds, swirling his tongue around your sensitive bud, the pleasure conceived bursting through your body into each nerve. the whole time, aki slides the condom down his shaft, shifting it around before disconnecting his lips from your clit.

aki comes up to card himself between your legs, inching his length towards your pulsing entrance without his hands. he balances his knees on the couch, becoming more comfortable in the position, leaning down to press his lips into yours. his hands rest on either side of your head, trapping you below him. aki thinks you look so pretty like this, the both of you in the clouds, blue led lights casting a hued shadow on your face. the television – now long forgotten – illuminated your face and body even more, too. his hair lazily hangs around his face, and his expression changes when he tries to slip inside—and he only grunts when all he feels is a wet warmth on the underside of his cock. but god, when you reach a hand down to wrap around him and guide his throbbing length inside – poor boy almost loses his mind.

all sensation in both of your bodies is absorbed by where you and aki become connected, as he slots himself inside, like a never-ending pressure growing inside of you. although you were separated by a thin layer of latex, every nerve in your body felt aki – just as every nerve in his felt you. aki keeps lazy, sloppy thrusts, only pounding into you when he was almost all the way in. his hair tickles your face when he leans down to kiss you again, barely swiping his tongue over your teeth before pulling away to rest his forehead against your neck.

“rub your clit for me, baby,” aki coos against you, hot breath fanning against your neck. just by the way he talks, you have it all memorized—he’s already so close, growing more sensitive each time he thrusts his hips into you.

“o-okay—okay, aki,” you mumble, brain beginning to go blank as you rely on your muscle memory, coming down to toy with yourself in the way you liked. aki had learnt it, too, but his arms shook impossibly as he used all strength to continue fucking into you. he sucks air through his teeth when your walls clamp down impossibly tighter, sucking his length in more. “feel—so good, aki, love you…so much,” you try and pant to communicate, and aki only grins against your neck. he finds it downright endearing how much you just love taking him, going dumb in the process.

“shhh, don’t talk,” aki shushes you of your stuttering, “just keep taking it. i’m close, baby.”

“cum—ming, aki,” you babble, his words sending you over the edge immediately. the crashing waves of your orgasm snuck up, making you squeeze aki tighter, cunt prettily fluttering around his cock.

aki continues to dig into you, fucking through your coming undone, going just a little faster when you whimper about how sensitive you are. your hands come up to dig into his biceps, trembling because of the intense overstimulation of your poor pussy. aki takes a few more deep, gut-rearranging thrusts before stilling all the way inside of you. he fills up the latex with his seed, crumbling on top of you as he rides it out.

the room around you is stuffy, you and aki’s bodies warm and sweaty, and aki gives you a quick peck before leaning back and sliding out of you. you moan at the feeling of him slowly slipping out, insides still overly-sensitive from the night’s previous activities. aki leans down to grab your panties and throw them at you, commanding a simple, “put them on,” before standing up to waddle over to the trashcan. he slips his boxers on as he walks back over to you, plopping into the couch next to where you were now sat up and kind-of clothed.

“we can clean up in a minute,” aki huffs, grabbing the throw on the back of the couch and draping it over the both of you. you curl into his side, under his arm, warm and sexually fulfilled for the night.

you love your boyfriend.

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