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looking down the barrel of a gun // aki

cws- aki/reader, semi-public sex, blow jobs, blood kink, finger/hand kink, size difference

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Aki feels half-asleep, limbs heavy, eyelids drooping, but he would sooner die than tap out of his current predicament. After a day that seemed to pass within the blink of an eye, it feels like heaven to be here. He’s so dazed that his senses are dulled, as though he is submerged under water.

You’re on him, sitting lightly on his lap and bruising his neck with little bites and kisses. He doesn’t know your name, he never asked, and you never told him. It’s better this way, a brief encounter ignited by pent-up, neglected feelings, full of passion found at that moment. Aki leans back against the cold brick wall of the alley. You pushed him there, mumbling something about not wanting to waste time heading up to his apartment.

Aki has his broad hands on your hips, still clothed to his irritation. It has been a hard day. From dealing with Denji to having a close brush with death, Aki is not feeling the slightest bit patient.

He takes his hands and runs them up your thighs. You’re wearing loose shorts, perfect for him to slide his relaxed palms up your feverish skin. He stops his fingers when he feels the lacy border of your panties. He may not be feeling patient, but the desire to watch your reaction drowns it out.

“You like that? Huh?” Aki dips his head into the crook of your neck, not waiting for an answer. Of course, you like it, he barely has to touch you for you to start trying to grind down on him. You’d probably be fine with anything he’d give you, his leg, his shoe, his cock.

You don’t manage an answer, only a breathless sigh as Aki mouths at the pulse in your throat. You sound needy and not quite there, like he could hold you too hard and you wouldn’t say a thing. That realization is dangerous, he’s tempted to go further, push you harder, see exactly how much you would take.

He traces your pulse with his lips, wondering absently how your skin is able to feel so supple. The skin there is thinner and smells faintly of nervous sweat. He flicks his tongue out to taste you; salty, and under that, he can feel the blood rushing down as he presses harder with his lips. He can practically smell it, the dark, overwhelming metallic scent. In a moment lost to his clouded mind, Aki clamps his teeth on your heated skin, right above your carotid artery. He’s careful and delicate as he draws blood, but you still let out a weak gasp. Your rich blood fills his mouth and drains over his tongue, further clouding his judgment.

“C’mon,” you breathe above him. “Touch me.”

Aki squeezes your hips, hard, while he reluctantly parts from your wound. It's small, not quite what he expected to see, but it still puts a knot in his throat as he examines the damage he left. Your skin is already bruising around the indentions his teeth made, purple tinted skin mingling with the leftover droplets of blood. He feels like an artist staring proudly at his masterpiece painting, a mottled mess burned on your skin.

“I am touching,” he retorts as he finally leans back. He doesn’t normally consider being immature, but encounters like this bring it out of him. It feels good to let loose a little, let his hair down, figuratively and literally.

You glare down at him and Aki finds it hard to take you very seriously with such a marked-up neck. He has to stifle a sly smile and a string of accusations; You aren’t embarrassed to be throwing yourself at me like this? You don’t feel an ounce of shame, do you? I bet you’re already wondering how to arrange to see me again, I haven’t even properly touched you.

Before you can think to utter another protest, Aki indulges you, sliding his thin fingers under your panties and resting his thumb right under the entrance of your cunt. His other hand snakes back, moving over your shorts to rest right on your tailbone, just above where you’d prefer him to touch. As his palm stills on your thigh, he can feel your skin prickle with anticipation.

“What do you want?” Aki asks, returning his mouth to your neck. This time, he works his way up to the corner of your lips, running his tongue over where they blend into your skin.

“Huh?” You to look him in the eye and he swiftly stops your questioning by sucking your lower lips in between his.

You close your eyes then, question drowned out in bliss as Aki traces your teeth with his tongue. He knows how to shut people up, whether it be at work or at times like this. You make it easier than most though, accepting his tongue with no disapproval, even with your neck aching. He can determine that you’re enjoying yourself, your wetness seeping onto his thumb is a sure enough sign. You take him well, so good and enthusiastically, that he suddenly feels like it would be a crime to not at least acknowledge you.

“You wanna do something for me?” He asks after hesitantly pulling away. The mess of coagulating blood smeared across your throat is calling his name.

You shoot him a curious look, the effect is dulled by your shamefully flushed face, and shrug.

Aki rewards you with a smile and leans back, taking his hand out of your shorts. He watches with thinly concealed amusement as you try and curb your squirming. A small part of him feels as though he’s being too mean, that he should pay attention to you first. That soft voice is smothered by the way you look down on him.

“Get down there,” he clarifies. When you go still on his lap, Aki places a hand on your head, slowly pushing you to your knees as he observes the way his hand covers the majority of your head. He wonders how hard you’ll allow him to go as he chases quick flashes of images of you, choking around him, provided by his arousal-tainted imagination. “You know what to do.”

You give him a strange look as though you almost don’t believe what he’s saying. Then, you seem to take note of his massive hand on your head and the thick tent forming in his pants. Aki can practically see you think, he watches as your eyes move down his body, taking him in. Then, you acknowledge him with a small smile and a nod.

Aki lets his head rest on the brick behind it and he closes his eyes. He enjoys watching, but there’s something addictive in not knowing what will happen. His other senses make of for the loss of sight, every one of them hyper-aware of you sinking to your knees between his spread legs.

First, there’s a gentle, nearly imperceptible touch on his stomach. He can feel it through his itchy suit jacket. Your fingers are wandering, drifting cautiously over the rough fabric. You barely apply any pressure, the contact is so fleeting that Aki briefly wonders if he’s making this all up in his head. As he loses himself to your barely-there touches, he feels himself slowly grow harder in interest. He’s not fully there, but close. Your hand slipping under his shirt does the trick.

Your palms are slightly clammy and warm, but the contact is still welcome on his stomach. You rest your hand just above his waistband, digging your nails into his bony hip as you slide your thumb under his pants. Despite himself, Aki sighs at the touch and arches into it. It’s been a long time. Everything is more intense, your hesitant, testing touches, the way your soft fragrance mingles with the blood in the air. Aki feels dazed and inhales deeply. You cloud his mind, your cloying blood, and the scent of your arousal. Aki wishes he had half a mind to reach down and taste you. But no, he wants to savor this.

You seem to be done wasting time because you ruck his shirt up his stomach and begin messing with the button of his pants. It’s taking you a little too long for Aki’s liking, so he grudgingly opens his eyes to help. The sight of you sitting obediently on your knees, intensely staring at his crotch has Aki fumbling to get his pants undone as quickly as possible. They suddenly feel too constricting, too rough on his sensitive cock.

After a moment, Aki’s pushing his pants down, just enough to free up his crotch. He leaves his boxers on, letting you take over and resume your attention. Aki keeps himself focused on you as you begin to lavish him with those soft, teasing touches that he’s quickly come to love. Your hands feel careful and inexperienced as you trace the outline of his dick. Your eyes shine brightly in the dim light. It's difficult to make out much in the darkness, Aki can only clearly see the wet blood drying on your throat and the glassy shine of your eyes.

“C’mon,” he says, too desperate for his taste, angling his hips a little higher. “Touch me.”

You meet his eyes, smile, then lean down. He didn’t expect you to mouth the concealed head of his cock. Even through the cotton, Aki feels everything. Your warm, inviting breath, the damp of your tongue, the soft way your lips mold to his length. He feels himself pulse hard, the blood is rushing from his head faster than he can process and it has him reeling. Aki feels a twinge of embarrassment, here he is, sitting and squirming around in a dark alley, and you haven’t even touched him fully.

“Here,” Aki grasps your hand, perhaps too rough, and guides it to his waistband. “Get in there. You do something for me, I do something for you.”

You say something and comply, but it’s drowned out in Aki’s blurring thoughts. As you reach in to finally touch him, Aki can’t see anything but the way his hands dwarf yours. It's almost obscene; his fingers are thin and long and spam the length of your palm and first knuckle. Even as you tenderly pull his boxers down, he can’t think of anything but how it must feel to bury his fingers knuckle deep inside of you.

“You paying attention?” You ask and he snaps out of it as quickly as he fell under.

“Yeah,” Aki sighs and rolls his hips, grinding his overly-sensitive cock against your unsure hand. He can see a dribble of pre gleaming faintly in the light, and before he can stop himself, he’s swiped it up with his thumb and pushed it into your mouth.

“How’s that taste, huh?”

You respond by sucking his thumb into your mouth, wrapping your kiss-swollen lips around the digit. Aki sucks in a labored breath as your tongue traces his thumb. It should be humiliating for you to do this to someone you met maybe an hour prior. You don’t know his name, you don’t know who he is, yet you’re here on your knees for him, lavishing his fingers like they’re holy. Your tongue feels feverish and unnaturally wet, though that may be his hazy mind speaking for him. Even with his whole thumb buried in your warm cavern of a mouth, the rest of Aki’s fingers span the entire length of your jaw, coming to rest behind your ear.

“That good?” Aki chuckles and puts his other hand on his cock. Suddenly, he’s feeling far more patient. He could take his time watching you shamelessly worship his hands like they’re his cock.

Slowly, he wraps a hand around himself and has to bite back a groan as he finally stokes the rolling fire in his gut. The combination of your teeth dragging across the pads of his fingers and his hand tightly squeezing his shaft feel sinfully good. It takes everything in him to not give in and pump his hand hard. The amount of pre oozing from his slit is ridiculous, honestly. You’re too lost in bliss to notice.

“You ready?” Aki murmurs and hesitantly removes his thumb.

It’s wet, practically dripping in your saliva. You look rather pleased with yourself, so Aki wipes the smug look right off of your face by pushing your head towards his angry-hard cock. It's flushed a deep red and as he guides it into your mouth he can feel its near violent pulse.

You take it in your mouth, immediately getting to work. You’ve done this before, it’s obvious in the way you hollow your cheeks to take him deeper. Even with tears pricking at your eyes and having to struggle against gagging, you suck him in without faltering. Aki finds himself in a trance as he watches his cock sink into your mouth. He feels so relaxed that he finds himself reflexively reaching for a cigarette that isn’t there.

“Fuck,” Aki lets out a shuddering groan as you take his entire length. He can feel it in your throat, getting sucked in deeper and tighter. It feels intoxicating. Your mouth is velvety smooth and almost too warm, wet to a nearly vulgar degree.

Aki looks down at you, lips darkened with saliva and eyebrows furrowed with effort and he barely keeps himself from coming right then and there. You look filthy, not just because of the way you’re kneeling in a dark, trashed alley, but in the way you gaze up at him without an ounce of shame. Some of your actions are uncertain, but you more than make up for them in the sloppy way you get him off. There’s spit everywhere, your eyes are even watering as his cock rubs the wrong places in your throat, but you don’t seem to mind all the fluids.

As he stares, Aki can feel himself swell with arousal. It’s insane, he isn’t used to being so interested.

“I’m close,” he rasps, slipping his thumb back in your mouth right alongside his cock. The added girth stretches your mouth to its limit and you gag. The motion forces your throat to constrict and tighten around Aki’s cock.

The sensation, along with the profane way you allow your spit to freely spill from your lips, has Aki abruptly trapping your head in a vice grip, tossing his head back, and spilling deep into your throat. It catches him so off-guard that he can’t smother his low moan that radiates from deep in his chest. He looks down, sluggishly, sated, and huffs a laugh at the way you’re sitting there. His come is spilling from your lips and you spit it in a vile puddle at your side.

“Ah, sorry. I would’ve warned you,” Aki winces and leans forward to wipe your mouth with his shirt. Now that his mind is cleared up, he can’t help but think, why did I do that?

Your eyes don’t leave his as he cleans you, they’re dark with lingering arousal and it hits Aki that he has something to do for you now. You’ve more than earned it, he thinks. Before you can ask, Aki pulls you back onto his lap, once again entranced by the way his entire body seems to overshadow yours. He’s just so big, everything from his long, spindly fingers to his lean, powerful legs. As he notes the differences between you two, his dick begins to stir again.

You waste no time as you carefully position yourself on his lap and Aki helps you out of your shorts. He silently breathes a curse directed at the poor lighting, he wants nothing more than to clearly see your cunt as you press it against his cock. Before he can chase that thought further, you’re sliding across him, basically stroking him with your soft pussy. Aki didn’t know it was possible to get so hard in so little time, but you proved him wrong.

“You’re- Fuck,” Aki stutters and his hands hover over your hips. “How are you so wet? I didn’t do anything.”

You grind down harder, letting out a small groan of your own. It sounds melodic in Aki’s ears, and he immediately decides that he needs to do whatever he can to pul more of those sounds from you.

“I can be wetter,” you murmur, leaning in close to his ear. “Touch me, you can’t fuck me, I don’t have a condom.”

Aki nods as you softly mouth the side of his throat, mirroring his earlier actions. You aren’t bold enough to bite him, but your velvety soft lips make his skin prickle with gooseflesh.

Even though his cock is burning to be inside of you, Aki settles for running his hand down to cup your cunt. He keeps his touch so light, just barely hovering above your swollen, neglected clit. He doesn’t relent, even when you arch into him, thrusting your clothed tits in his face. As Aki regards them, you lift your shirt, exposing a lacy bra. It’s too tight for you, your breasts are practically spilling out and Aki can see the edge of your areolas peeking out.

He looks up into your dark eyes and then back down at your chest, murmuring, “What’s all this about?”

You respond with a sly smile, then wrap your hands around his neck and push his face in between your tits. Aki’s instantly lost in the soft, warm pressure of them and he can’t help but finally slip one of his long fingers into you. You deserve it, he thinks, you’re so willing and malleable in his hands. You gasp and grip his hair, tangling the strands right from the root. It draws out a moan, deep and unabashed, from Aki and he returns the favor by curling his finger inside of you while grinding his palm onto your clit.

You’re making a mess, you’re leaking everywhere, your juices defiling Aki’s hand and your panties. He absently wonders if the scent will linger on his hand. In return, Aki tugs your bra down with his teeth and you shrug the straps down. He sets a rhythm, pumping his fingers, pressing your clit, and sucking bruises into your chest all at once. He stays away from your pebbled nipples, knowing that the moment he gives them attention, he won’t be able to stop himself.

Despite his better judgment, your nipples look overwhelmingly tempting and Aki gives in, wrapping his lips around one of them and giving it a light nip. He needs to test you, discern how much you can take. You seem too lost in pleasure to give him valid feedback though. He looks up to gauge your reaction and is met with the sight of your head thrown back as you wantonly roll your hips down to meet the pumping of his fingers. Aki then notices your arousal seeping around his finger.

“Can you take another?”

You nod and breathe out a soft, “Yes.” So he indulges you, pushing a second finger in and watching you greedily suck it up.

You give slightly under his internal touches, so without warning, he slides another in and you clutch his hair like you’re afraid you’ll float away. Every time you tug at his hair, Aki leans back in to shower your chest in little bites and open-mouthed kisses. He can hear your heart pounding furiously and he can’t keep himself from dragging the points of his teeth over your nipple. You arch and clench hard around his fingers.

Aki can’t process anything but the soaked sound of his fingers plunging and stretching you. The way you sigh and groan as he explores your insides. He finds that sweet spot deep within you and strokes it while he smashes your clit into his palm. The wet, sloppy sounds are music to his ears and goad him into full-on sinking his teeth into the meat of your breast.

That gets a reaction out of you, a loud, sharp, “Fuck!” as he draws more blood. You don’t jerk away, so Aki rewards you with a faster pace, fucking you hard with his fingers as he soothes the wound he inflicted.

It’s hard to think, you’re so small and warm and your blood is cloying, stifling the rest of his senses. It tastes sharp and metallic and Aki stops himself before he tears your skin again. It's so tempting though, your tits are so soft and yielding, like they’re begging to be defiled.

As Aki smooths his tongue over the wound, you begin to tug harder at the roots of his hair and grind down with more vigor. You’re heaving, panting unashamedly, and gushing around his fingers. Aki realizes what’s happening belatedly, it takes you clenching around his fingers so hard that they nearly slip out for it to click for him.

You fall limp, burying your face in his neck and melting into his chest. The blood smeared across your tits is getting on his shirt, it will probably stain. Aki can’t bring himself to care though, there’s not much he can think of apart from the sharp fragrance of your arousal and blood. The scents mingle in the air and drift up Aki’s sinuses. They couple in his head, blurring his thoughts together.

Aki is barely lucid as you peel yourself off of him and gather up your scattered things. He watches you, vaguely interested but more focused on his raging, pulsing cock. You glance down at it, standing straight up, all violently hard, and you just smile before walking away.

Aki watches you go, then heads up to his apartment, wondering how he can find you again.

this story is so HOOOOOOOOT ♥️♥️♥️

tumblr authors are slowly making me have a the hots for Aki.... I'm so sorry Denji 😭👏🏽

𝐻𝒰𝑀𝒫 ~ 𝒟𝒜𝒴

𝐝𝐫𝐲 𝐡𝐮𝐦𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐚𝐰 𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬

𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐬: aki hayakawa + kishibe + angel devil

𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: smut (minors + ageless blogs dni!! you’ll be blocked)

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: gn!reader, dry humping, smoking, spanking, daddy kink, nipple play, petnames {more warnings under the cut}

𝐀𝐊𝐈 𝐇𝐀𝐘𝐀𝐊𝐀𝐖𝐀

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: dry humping, cumming with clothes on, smoking, petnames “baby”

sometimes after a long day aki doesn’t want to go through the trouble of getting undressed so he can fuck you. there are days where he’d much rather lay back, still dressed in his work suit, and have you slowly grind against his crotch. he’ll watch you, eyes glossed over with lust as he lazily smokes a cigarette. “look so pretty like this” aki groans as he blows out a big grey cloud. between inhaling the second hand smoke and how good his clothes cock feels rubbing against you, it doesn’t take long for you to start to feel dizzy. eventually you’re cumming and aki follows suit with a low moan. “that was good, baby” aki praises, taking his hair out of the ponytail and sighing at the feeling of relief the washes over him. “let me finish this smoke. then i’ll fuck you properly”.

𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐋 𝐃𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐋

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: dry humping, mentions of angel’s abilities, nipple play, petnames “my love”

there’s multiple reasons why angel prefers dry humping to anything else. one being that he’s on the lazier side and it’s easier to do things through the clothes rather than waste energy stripping down naked. another reason why he thinks it’s better is because it’s safer for you. angel doesn’t want to take the risk of touching you but if you’re grinding in his lap, his clothes will be a barrier to protect you. believe me, it still feels super good. angel’s sweet and dare i say angelic moans only add to the experience. you get bonus points if you tweak his sensitive nipples through his shirt. that will have angel bucking his hips. “you feel good, my love” he stares back at you through lidded yes. “i’ll guess, based on how wet my pants are that you feel good too. so why don’t you cut for me?”.

𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐁𝐄

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: dom!kishibe, dry humping, petnames “sweetheart, little one”, spanking, daddy kink, drinking

it’s hard not to get needy when kishibe’s gone all day but by the time he returns home to you he’s tired. at his age he doesn’t have it in him to fuck you nice and hard how you like it when he’s this exhausted. at the same time there’s no way he could neglect him. so the next best thing is for kishibe to pull you into his lap and let you get yourself off with your clothes on. he helps you of course, placing too large hands on your hips so he can guide you along his clothed cock. occasionally you’ll feel a light yet firm smack against your ass. “pick up the pace a little, sweetheart” kishibe will encourage you to go faster. just feeling his large girth underneath you is enough to have you cumming. he’s full of praises as you come down from your high. “good job little one. now do you mind climbing out of daddy’s lap so he can go make himself a drink. or do you wanna do it for me?”.

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