aki writes poetry for you. but hell will freeze over before he lets foreign eyes breach his works. he doesn’t know a thing about poetry and he truly doesn’t believe he’s good enough for the moon to see his heartfelt sentiments, but he simply loves you too much. he loves you too much to keep all of those feelings bottled up deep inside. he can’t bear the way his love for you claws at his chest, beating within the vessel that is his heart as he stares at you, admiring the way the stars twinkle in your eyes.
he can’t help it. there’s so much he wants to say to you but he simply can’t find the words. aki believes there are not words worthy enough, soft enough, sweet enough to convey the way he feels about you. so he does his best under the guise of pen and paper. aki writes poetry for you, and although he hates how sappy each and every word seems, he knows they’re no where near the truth when it comes to you.
Hayakawa Aki loves watching you put on your lip gloss but rolls his eyes when you complain that its “too windy” and your hair gets stuck on your lips. His solution?
“Here, since you clearly need it more than I do.” He takes off the elastic that holds his hair into place and winces at the slight pain on his scalp from having it up all day.
“Aww, thanks, Aki~” you take the hair tie from his clammy hands and use it to move you hair out of your face before taking his hand in your and swinging it between you two with a smile on your face.
In the distance, Denji watches with squinted eyes and wonders how Aki is as smooth as he is and mentally takes notes while Power lightly kicks the back of his knees and folds him inward.
you need a cigarette but he won’t let you have one | Aki x Reader
warnings: smoking, kissing, Aki and the reader enemies if you squint, but the reader is eager to gain his recognition too, the reader is a lil’ naive, lil’ bit of a brat, lil’ bit of a crybaby, and sucks at smoking.
synopsis: Takes place during the mission in Chapter 15. Aki is your partner on said mission. While the others are away, patrolling the halls, you find that you need something to ease the stress, so you take one of his cigarettes. And he doesn’t like that.
song: none.
photo cred (left to right): 1 2 3
You and Aki have been paired up on a mission. Forced to chase down a devil that won’t stop running. And now, it has led you to a floor in which you’re trapped in some kind of labyrinth. And try as you might, you can’t seem to find an exit.
To make matters worse, you and Aki decided to stay behind while the rest of your unit patrolled the halls. Gradually, it began to feel like hours had passed and none of them had returned. Had you known it would take this long, you would’ve gone with them.
Of course, this situation is weighing heavy on your shoulders. It has been hours—or at least that’s what you think. You can’t be sure now that the clock has stopped. Aki has left the room momentarily to check the hallway, and you notice that he’s left his pack of cigarettes on the table.
So you casually stroll up to the pack and decide to take one, feeling no guilt as you doubt he’ll miss a single cigarette. You bring the cigarette to your lips, peering around to see if you can find what you need to light it. Unfortunately for you, he hadn’t left his lighter behind. And before you can find a lighter, Aki comes rushing in through the door.
And he is quick to ruin your attempt at finding some kind of relief.
“No.” He says, snatching the stick from your fingers and tossing it to the ground. He stomps on the tobacco with his foot, grinding it into pieces and staining the carpet below. “M’not letting you smoke that. It’ll rot your bones—”
“But you smoke it!” You whine, throwing your arms out in exasperation. You were stressed and needed something to take the edge off. Surely, a smoke wouldn’t hurt; even if it was your first. “You smoke all the time, and I—”
“I don’t care,” he cuts you off coldly, glaring at you from out of the corner of his eye. “If I say you’re not smoking, then you’re not smoking.”
You sit in silence for a moment, pouting some as you glance up at him from under your lashes. He has his back turned, looking out int the hallway to see if he can find your co-workers. You decide to take your chance then, reaching out for the pack of cigarettes and taking another.
Just as you’re about to put it between your lips, he grabs you by the wrist. His grip unyielding as he yanks you closer, “I said, you’re not smoking.” He grits out through bared teeth. “Why won’t you listen to me—?”
“You’re not my dad,” you say childishly. And before you can pull away, his grasp on you tightens to an extent that has your knees buckling. You crumple, hissing in pain as he works the stick from your fingers yet again.
“Don’t argue with me, stupid.” He spat, eyes blank as he took the cigarette from you. He pulls it to his lips, tugging a lighter out of his pocket and lighting the cigarette. He shows no remorse or guilt as you sit there, on the floor, rubbing your wrist as though the pain will go away.
He catches your eye for a brief second, causing you to look away. You despise him. You don’t want anything to do with him. He’s selfish, he’s crude, he’s mean, and he just overall doesn’t treat you very well.
You hate him.
But you have no other option as all the devil hunters have been paired up or assigned to someone else. You and him are a team now, you just wish you weren’t.
“M’supposed to be your partner,” you grumble under your breath. You don’t intend to cry, but you feel a lump forming in your throat and the backs of your eyes are burning. “Yet, you don’t even treat me like an equal.”
He takes a long drag of the cigarette, parting his lips to let the smoke swirl and curl in the air before his eyes. And you’re envious. Tobacco must serve him well if he has a habit of smoking. It must make him feel good or something. You want to feel good too.
“I’ll treat you like an equal when you start acting like one,” he says, quietly and calmly. He always seems so nonchalant about things, never feeling strongly about anything unless it concerns his past or the Gun Devil specifically.
Your nose burns as the room begins to fill with lingering smoke and the scent of tobacco. You try not to make a disgusted expression; trying not to prove his point that you don’t need a cigarette. But you can’t help it as a frown appears on your lips.
He notices immediately, an eyebrow raising and a subtle tug of his lips. But it disappears before you can see it. He approaches you, steady and fast. His waist bent as he sank to your level, “Wanna smoke that bad, huh?”
The smell is enough to make you seriously regret your decision. You try to shake your head, or voice that you’ve changed your mind. But he is already grabbing you by the arm and tugging you to your feet.
“Don’t act shy now,” he says, the cigarette wiggling between his lips. One hand clutches your shoulder, the other working the lit cigarette out of his mouth. You pull back but he doesn’t let go, his fingers holding the cigarette and pressing it to your lips.
You jolt, attempting to push him away. He doesn’t budge, pressing harder until you relent. And you have a split second to note that the tip is damp with what you suspect is his saliva.
“Breathe in,” he says.
You turn away, trying to escape the sudden burning of your lungs. He shows no mercy, clutching your shoulder harder and practically shoving the cigarette into your mouth.
“Breathe in,” he repeats. “Do it now. Show me that you’re my equal.”
His equal. So, that’s what this is about. Your lungs burn as you inhale, taking too quick of a breath and doubling over as he removes the cigarette from your mouth. You cough and gag, spitting up as you try to rid of the taste it left behind.
He again shows no remorse or guilt. He simply takes another drag from the cigarette, seemingly uncaring that the same cigarette was just in your mouth. He taps the end of it against the table, letting the ash fall as he watches you cough and sputter.
“You wanna be treated like my equal, right?” He said, eyeing you from the side. He watches your eyes become glossy and wide as you finally catch your breath. Cruel and inconsiderate and he pushes on with the one-sided conversation. “Then take another drag, and don’t cough it all out this time.”
He holds his hand out, the cigarette balanced between his long fingers. His expression is blank as he waits patiently for you to make a move. You can feel your eyes burning just at the thought of having to take another drag. You don’t even want to entertain his cruelty, but you desperately want him to treat you fairly.
… should you…?
You gulp thickly, throat itchy as you slowly reach out. But before you can touch it, he pulls the cigarette away.
“Uh uh,” he says quietly, no emotion present in his voice. “...C’mere.”
You blink back tears of discomfort, still trying your damnedest not to choke over the remnants of smoke left behind from the first drag. You bite your lip, hesitating. But eventually you come to him. And he beckons you closer and closer until you two are only a breath away.
“Here,” he mumbles. “Do as I say, okay?”
You nod, your eyes on him the whole time. And he feels a strange shudder run down his spine. Something about the way you’re looking at him and how obedient you’re being. He likes it.
“Open your mouth”—you part your lips for him, and he gently places the cigarette on the curve of your lower lip—“Now breathe in. Slowly.”
He watches you take another drag, your chest trembling as you fight back the urge to cough. And you succeed in taking in the smoke. A small smile tugs at his lips as he instructs you again. “Hold it…” his eyes rack over your face, focused intently at every little twitch and jerk. “Now let it all out.”
You rush the exhale, coughing and sputtering again but not as much as before. You don’t notice the hint of admiration in his eyes as he looks at you. There’s something he likes about you—something he never noticed before.
He could’ve sworn he disliked you before. He always thought of you as lazy, ignorant, and overly passive. But something had changed in the last couple of seconds. He liked you.
“Have I”—the rasp of your voice draws his attention—“Have I proved myself yet?” Your eyes are watering, one squeezed shut as you gasp and swallow. Smoking clearly wasn’t for you. But you were desperate to please.
Maybe that’s what he liked. How you seeked recognition. Or maybe, how you fought so hard to prove yourself to him when he was no one special. You must respect him then, if you serve to please.
The corner of his lips twitched, but he didn’t smile. He couldn’t, not with you looking at him. So close, mere inches away from your lips brushing his. And you seemed unbothered by the lack of space between you two. He would take advantage of your naviety to social cues later, but now he had something else in mind.
“No,” he said.
“No?” You repeated, having to clear your throat after hearing how ghastly you sounded. “Whaddya mean ‘no?’”
“I mean, no.” He said, shrugging as he walked past you. Only one or two steps away before he turned to you, having to bite back a cruel grin. He liked toying with you like this. It was nice, and it took the stress of the situation away.
Maybe, he would do this more often. You could have his cigarettes in turn, and he could play with you instead. He wouldn’t need the sticks if he had you.
“One more.” He said quietly. “One more drag and I’ll consider you my equal.”
You stood in silence for a moment, unsure of whether or not to believe him. What little you knew of Aki hadn’t brought you to believe that he was a bad guy. He didn’t seem like the type to toy with others, not that you knew of. But you didn’t know much it seems. Foolishly agreeing with a curt nod of the head, “Okay.”
You tried to snatch the cigarette from his hand, far too confident in your ability to do as he asked. But like before, he dodged you. Eyes narrowing as he gestured you to come closer. His fingers curl as you follow his lead.
“This one’ll be different.” He said.
“What?” You muttered. “Well, that’s not fair. Why should this one be different if the other two were—”
“You wanna be my equal or not?”
That shut you up. With a huff, you glanced over at him, waiting for further instruction. His heart stuttered at the sight of your obedience. You were listening to him and without fuss. He found it intriguing.
“C’mere.” He said.
You wanted to argue, to say that you couldn’t get any closer considering you were already as close as could be. But you didn’t bother, knowing he would likely just shut you down and cut you off again.
You pressed closer, your bodies brushing against each other. And for a split second, you thought about how bad of an idea this was. The devil could show up at any moment and you would be unprepared if you kept messing around with Aki. Or even worse, Denji and the others could walk in and you’d never hear the end of it. But you found yourself justifying the action with the simple thought that you could win Aki over like this.
You and him would be a team for real this time. And he would treat you as an equal and you could work so well together. Wouldn’t that make all this worth it?
You decided that you were going to go through with it, no matter what he asked of you. But you hadn’t been expecting it honestly—what he said next.
“I’m gonna take a drag, and then feed it to you, okay?”
You froze, eyes blown wide and brows furrowing. What was this, some kind of joke? You choked, and not on the smoke this time. “Very funny,” you spat. Your defenses coming up quick, you didn’t even think twice before saying it. “I’m not doing that—”
“Don’t you wanna be my equal?”
You stammer and stutter, unsure of what to say as he takes a drag from the cigarette, closing the space between you both quickly. You put your hands up as though to push him away. But you freeze again, body stiff as he grabs you by the jaw. He tilts your chin, working his tongue into your mouth with ease.
And you find yourself clutching onto his arms, as he tugs you closer. The smoke swirling out of the spaces where your lips don’t quite meet. Your lungs burn and your eyes itch, but you don’t pull away. Whether because of your eagerness to please or because of how good his tongue feels against your own, you don’t know.
But when he pulls away, your head is hazy and it’s hard to breathe.
“Breathe,” he reminds you, his large hand placed on the space just below the base of your neck. “Come on. Breathe.”
And you let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding. You can feel the blood rush to your head, your face heating up. Why had you done that, why had you followed him so mindlessly?
What were you thinking? What if he told someone, or if someone found out? Would you be fired? He’s your mission partner, you can’t just—
“So? Now that you’re my equal,” He says suddenly, causing you to flinch. He raises a brow before continuing without much care. “Did that ease your stress or do you need another smoke?”
Your moans and whimpers were background noise along with the static of the tv. Arms wrapped around the back of his neck, pulling him as close as possible to you, hot breath making your skin sweaty, baby hairs sticking to your forehead.
He knows how dangerous it is to be this attached to you, to love you. But he couldn't help it, the way your eyes lit up every time he looked in them, melting his cold exterior. The proof on his body, scars residing from putting his life on the line to save you and the ones he didn't even call friends.
"You're so pretty sweetheart, so beautiful." he muttered out mid thrust, and you whimpered at the praise. Scrambling your hands to his chest, pressing against it as his eyes meet yours, locking them in place. His hair down and messy, falling in front of his face. Contrasting his eyes perfectly, so handsome.
Whining at the loss of contact as he adjusts his body, quickly easing you by resting his head on yours. Clenching at the sudden movement, the feeling of affection getting you more worked up than ever.
"K-kiss” you choked out, voice cracking at the feeling of him stuffing you full. Slick running down your thighs and onto his balls, finger gently rubbing your clit as he kept whispering sweet words into your ear, desperately trying to lean your head up to him. “please”
His lips meet yours, so gentle and sweet, still touching yours as he mumbled out a “of course angel”, melting as his tongue pushed its way into yours. Thrusting softly, hitting all your right spots, kissing unrelentingly as his hips hit yours just right.
A knot forming in his throat as your hands ran through his hair, slightly tugging at it while you whimpered into his mouth. Quickening his pace, moaning at how much deeper he felt inside of you now.
Moaning louder, voice muffled by his mouth still attached to yours. Grabbing your legs and pulling them farther apart, now wrapped around his waist. Leaning down to bury his face in your neck, leaving wet sloppy kisses behind, thrusting into you harder and faster, still feeling the care ooze out of him.
Crying at the new pace he had you in, hands flailing around, legs jerking as you moaned out his name like a mantra. Resting his head on yours again as he can feel you clench around him, foreheads together.
"g-gonna cum, aki please." you sobbed out, gripping your nails into his skin as his pace stuttered, silently screaming his name, shoving himself deeper inside you, fucking you though you're high.
Your orgasm triggering his at the feeling of your cunt tightening around him insatiably, his cum filling deep inside you, resting your head on his arm as he lays his head on your chest, weakly rubbing his back in circular motions.
“A-aki.” you croaked out, trying to gain his attention once again. Feeling so safe in his arms, paying with the strands of his hair, wanting him to feel how you felt. “I, i lo-”
“Shh'' he mumbled out into your arm, cutting you off, scared of those three words, knowing that hed die by them. Trying to hide his face as he wrapped his arm around you, pulling you closer to him, placing a final kiss on your forehead whispering out. “I know”
