aki's a bit jealous. 18+ ᶻ 𝘇 𐰁
original ask... 2.3k wc , f!reader
your breath was hoarse, like you were contemplating if this was really worth it between each pause of your chest rising. a soft, ghost smile that you huffed as dozens of foamy—empty beer cups counted for you how many times you drank. you could barely keep yourself up, himeno and aki’s heads already laid on the table being outbested.
himeno drooled in content, not even worried that she dropped out of the race, whilst aki blushed from the alcohol, half-lidded eyes that yearned to dream—kept awake by a thought.
makima raised her hand again to the bartender asking for another, as you sat there with your hands fisted at your thighs, body barely in sync with your mind as you wobbled in your own thoughts. her same lifeless smile and eyes devoid of real light, grinning for more.
your head circled, tasting your own lips and using the back of your hand to wipe off drool, raising your hand for another one and stealing a breaded, bite-sized piece of chicken off of power’s plate as she protested. makima’s eyes lingered on you, watching you almost fall apart before the next round of alcohol came.
you ate another piece, the two fingers used to place it in your mouth still outlined at your lips as you talked, hiccuping between sentences, “i just.. really–hic— feel like.. winning today.”
face and body buzzing with warmth, only left with your dress shirt and tie from public safety, suit folded in your lap. you weren’t one to exactly keep your alcohol, but you weren’t horrible at it.
something about you ticked aki off.
he doesn’t usually dislike anyone, unless they're coming to public safety for reasons too ambitious and bigger than them. he tried his best to keep people away from this type of work if he saw that they had a bright future ahead of them.
maybe his reasons were a bit selfish, but he wouldn’t wish this line of work on anyone. aki couldn’t stop them, but the most he could do was warn or prevent it.
aki was different, though. he didn’t mind if he died as a result of it, as long as he could touch his goals.
now that he’s saying it out loud, it sounds a bit contradictory.
you took a big swig out of the massive glass in front of you, pondering if you could even make it out without passing on the spot.
you’re not really ill-mannered, he actually finds you a bit kinder than most, even if you don’t show it.
you exhaled loudly as the glass slammed on the table, body satisfied, but your mind—barely.
he doesn’t even know why you’re doing this, either.
you hummed softly, eager to go straight home, even if you were going there stumbling.
you raised a hand to your mouth, eyes relaxing as you let out a slight burp, “i can’t, anymore. i’m more than done,” raising your flag defeatedly as makima nodded and asked for the bill.
does the sight of you make him feel so irritated?
the sleeves of your suit were held up as your arm slid through. countless amounts of empty beer glasses filled the table, showing the share all of you competed for.
he knew it was wrong to stare at you, even if you didn’t notice, at your own drunkenness. but no one has made him feel this stumped, and his curiosity peaked.
a part of him wishes you weren’t.
aki’s face flushed, in annoyance and out of his drunken state of mind, pout forming. your slurred voice, delayed hands. it just made him feel so ticked off at you, and he felt a bit guilty he didn’t have a proper reason why.
he grumbled lowly to himself, letting sleep get the better of him rather than his own thoughts as his eyelids slowly flickered in and out of reality, still staring at your direction as a blurry image of you standing up became his last memory before slumber.
aki’s vision gradually regained as he looked down at the pavement, being slumped over someone’s shoulder as low voices came back into his mind and became ambience.
his first thought crept up on him, “have i really been asleep for that long?”
before he knew it, he was already being dragged the opposite direction, and those voices and several footsteps faded away into the night. all he could do was embrace the person holding him up, letting his heavy eyes glide shut.
aki couldn’t even escape you in his dreams.
there you were again, same stupid smile like always, as he just sat there and observed in his own dream. you were just his subordinate, nothing else. yet you haunted him like you were some vengeful spirit.
he could count the number of times you’ve bugged him without doing anything, but do you even know he exists?
he pretends like he doesn’t care, he pretends that what he sees doesn’t bug him. how you smile so gleefully to others yet treat him so formal. aki joined public safety for an entirely different reason, but he can’t help but think..
are you the type to like him back?
are you the type that likes being fingered slow and painful, or fast until you're dumb?
his breath collapses, teeth grit.
your hand squeezed urgently on his wrist, enough to make him comply—as you watched him fondle your plump breast. light squeezes being tested over tense fabric like if what he was doing was real. soft eyes hidden with something sinister and vulgar as you made him test the waters, slowly as your composure brittled at each squeeze that was from him.
aki’s hand slid unwillingly from the hem of your shirt and upwards, hiking and wrinkling your shirt to reveal your bra—with a generous amount of cleavage. breast spilling out of his hand as he witnessed the sight firsthand. your breast responds to the force, squished and examined with soft, yet stern fingers.
“i don’t like waiting too long.” you bit your inner lip lightly, letting his hand free as his fingers brushed the surface and held your cup, earning a soft whine—“you know that, right aki?”
his eyes widened as he snapped back to reality, almost shaking the bed with his sudden wake. pants suddenly feeling tighter than ever, sweating from head to toe as he couldn’t shake the hot feeling that stung his face. aki liked sleeping on his side for the most part, so then what felt so soft?
your hair stared him in the face as his arm wrapped around you, his position being stuck in place as he couldn’t help but lightly feel what he was grappling at.
soft, plush, warm skin directly cupped in his hands—globe-like. too familiar with what he had experienced in his own dreams.
he holds his own breath as yours stutters at the unusual movement, blinking yourself awake as the stiff presence tried to conceal themselves as your drowsiness made him subtle, but not enough.
your bra strap flipped down, an unknown hand making itself company and resting between your cup and acting as its replacement, pervertedly shying itself away in hopes you’d just forget about it.
your voice soft, body tense, like you’re afraid to comprehend it,
it’s slow, almost lazy, yet so rewarding when he slammed the deepest he could. like he was trying to pound his shape into you.
your top bundled at your stomach as his needy hands worked for something to play with from behind, grazing your nipples with a fingernail—aki’s breaths, exhausted from being so held up in ear shot as he forced you to look at what was in front of you.
nothing. the floor, the walls, he really didn’t care. as long as your cunt made him pulse so snug into you he just wished he could make you his.
you can’t be formal with him anymore after engaging with him like this.
aki did all the work, just letting you sit on your side and take it all.
your head lost balance, only focusing on the shoulder it let carry its weight as you drooled with your mouth open. you couldn’t even keep it closed, for god’s sake.
his hand gripped on your breast for support and for clarity. your breast felt softer, realer, warm than his dream. aki could feel each gasp for air you took when he would unexpectedly change pace just to see you react. the ripples of your ass when he made harsh contact, his wandering fingers giving a slight pinch just to see you flinch at it. it was all so unreal to him.
yet aki couldnt chase away the feeling of jealousy that spiraled in his mind,
did he really have to drill his name onto you, just so no one else can even try with you?
it didn’t seem like such a bad idea, after all.
he pressed you down, your leg sprawled as his hips remained in brutal contact, his eyes silk and gentle as he drew breath on your ear—hot air and the slight graze of his teeth. velvety walls clamping him at each slap that filled the room and made it hot, his breaths rapid and choked as your mixture of arousal began to slick and pool at his abdomen.
your dry mouth could barely find the words, “aki, hnnm—”
soft cries came from your mouth, the corner of your lip still drooled as aki let you hear your own moans without intervention. he was so unnecessarily quiet, like he let his actions speak for themselves rather than smother you with dirty talk.
shameful possession, like he didn’t know what to do with himself having all of you. aki knows he shouldn’t be this greedy, but he was incapable of snapping himself off of this addiction.
he flips you over, harsh, on your stomach as he spreads the inner side of your ass. your puffy cunt glistens, a dollop of slick sits at your entrance and drips down— waiting for his arrival. you look back at him, his thumb still spreading you apart, whining at his leaky tip lining itself up and throwing your head down.
“was this real?” aki’s mind begged for answers, savoring the sight,
cool air kisses his cock, and languidly slides itself like it belonged there.
“shit,” your voice cuts off as your tiny hole accommodates for his length all over again. pulsing dick being sinked deeper and deeper until it disappears like it was never there, having you scrambling at the mattress.
you could feel him nudging himself in you, eyebrows scrunched and concentrated like he could fold at any moment.
your legs, split at his hot body—aki’s arms looming over you, serving as a reminder that you can’t go.
he can’t let you, not like this.
his pelvis rocks at a tedious pace, drilling himself into you—soft moans being earned at every spot he achieves, your head couldn’t even keep itself up, being buried onto the bed.
aki’s head hangs low, tossing and turning at the crashing pleasure, bangs drooped down at gravity as his shoulders flex unconsciously. knees deep as your legs bend at his thighs, shadow dropped over you with his arms pin straight.
your nails dug into the sheets, balance wobbly as your back arched to connect him, thrusts pushing your body in waves—pussy being rigorously trained to obey. each slap rocking the bed as your legs quiver and limp, hands grasping the sheets, a desperate attempt to ground yourself.
up until now, aki had been pretty quiet for someone who was feverishly rocking his swollen tip until you’d go numb.
he felt like he could explode at the stimulation, no less speak.
but your name just rolled off of his tongue, is all. your sweet, sweet name that imprinted in his head until that was all he could think of.
“is this what you feel like?” aki’s cheeks burn, unable to see your face directly—beginning to regret the position he chose.
his legs shift, pinning you down and locked at your hips, bent, as his head almost kisses yours—startled cute whines crawling out of you as your own body tried to do the same at the stimulation.
aki’s arm flexes at your neck, almost like he was intentionally keeping you in place to take it correctly, squeezing at your throat as he holds your head up with that single arm. buring himself at the hilt at an alarming rate, streaking the sheets wet with your own fluids.
“don’t look at them like that.” aki talks the same way he always does, calm, collected, he never wastes his breath.
you cry at your own orgasm and his guiding praise, a bolt of pleasure electrifying your touch—you knew it was coming, yet it crashes the same way you couldn’t get used to. his flushing tip digs hard, the slight curve of his base hooking.
aki freezes, a choked groan, as you're held still until your cunt lets out beads of cum and feels every last sappy, hot spurt that pulses out. he lets go of you, sticky rivulets of seed still linked as it snaps in an instant, the rest spread all the way down his base—you reflexively arch up for more, legs twitching and basically begging for more.
aki relinquishes the sight once more, your dewy, shiny pussy acting on its own and milking at nothing, barely remembering what it was like without him stretching it out until it felt raw.
it was so wrong for him to think of you like this.
but at least now he has a reason to never let go.
@cybrhellz : i'm having intense writer's block so sorry couldn't write once a week like i used to, enjoy this longer version of reader getting put in a pronebone headlock by drunk aki
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