sunday mornings where you’re still hazy and half asleep and aki’s pulling the quilt back up, getting into his side of bed after a quick cigarette on the balcony, his hands warm on your hips while he pulls in closer to you, his breath hot on the nape of your neck. he’s all kisses against your skin and smells like faint tobacco and fresh cotton. “go back to sleep, princess,” he soothes and even though you were kinda awake anyway, his voice is gentle and lulls you back into rest. it’s nice feeling like this, aki’s fingers pressing lightly around your hip in comforting circles. you sleep best when Aki’s with you ♥︎
(.｡*☆) --synopsis mean!aki despises you, so he decides to shut you up for once
(.｡*☆) --warning fem! reader, mean! aki, kinda dub-con? pressing a lit cigarette on someone's skin, smoke play?, pain kink, hate sex, tough sex, choking, overstim, aki gets hella pissed...
(.｡*☆) --authors note NOT PROOF READ yall need to give my CSM drabbles some more love.. man fuck gojo.. yall hyping up his drabbles too much... aki needs love too tf??? :(((( imma be honest this shit is ass
—(“𝐅𝐔𝐂𝐊, 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐏 𝐅𝐔𝐂𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐑𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐆.” Aki sneered, flicking the ash off of his cigarette before taking a long drag. his long and coordinated thrusts became erratic, unpredictable almost. his cock dug deep into you, your gummy walls squeezing tight around him; milking him perfectly as the base of your ass slammed against his stomach.
a harsh slap came down on the meat of your ass, you hissed in pain, your grip on the kitchen counter; tightening. the room was filled with the sound of wet slapping and shrill moans that seemed to almost echo. surely your neighbors were pissed off.
aki’s cock seemed to fit you perfectly. the way his cock filled you up, rubbing up against your ribbed walls that you can’t get enough of. his tip rammed against the entrance of your cervix as your defeaning moans began to silence. your mouth hung open as pathetic whimpers came out— unable to form a full moan.
“God, you’re so fucking annoying,” aki’s cock thrusted into you deep, making you emit a hearty wail, “if I could just have you like this twenty-four- seven, then maybe, you wouldn’t be so frustrating.” his bucking hips slow down to an agonizingly slow pace as his palm strikes the skin of your ass again, forcing a yelp passed your lips. his rough hands grab a chunk of your ass to grip onto as his slow thrusts managed to hit every nerve in your bullied pussy.
“akiii…” you whine, trying to push your ass against his stomach to gain for friction, “pleasee…go faster.” your slurred words were laced with desperation as his cock slide in and out of you at a terribly slow pace.
his palms dug into the meat of your waist—bouncing you on his aching cock. aki watched as your tight walls swallowed his length, over and over again, relishing the sight. his teeth dug into his bottom lip as he attempts to hold back a string of groans.
“shut up already, slut.” aki scoffed, taking a puff of his cigarette, tapping the ash off onto your ass, and burning you in the process. you hiss from the pain, the hot ash digging into your skin.
your head turns to the side, attempting to look at Aki through your peripheral vision, "be more careful, will you? I don't need your cancer stick to fucking burn me." you sneer, staring daggers at the man behind you, who only looked at you in amusement.
"oh really?"
a grin stretched across aki's pink lips, a mischievous one. his slow strokes began picking up speed again, ramming into you at an insatiable pace. aki took another drag from his cigarette, letting the ash burn down to his fingertips before flicking the rest of the ash onto your ass.
you jerk your body as a reaction to the hot embers, making aki's member slip out of your wet hole, the cold of the winter air brushing against your exposed genitals.
you crane your head to the side again, "Aki I'm fucking serious, you do that shit again--" your voice was cut off as aki's hands wrapped around your throat, positioning his cock at your seeping hole, rubbing his angry tip against your arousal. his stomach molded into the arch of your spine, pressing up completely against you as his nails continue to dip into your nape.
"Stay still." he seethed, stuffing his cock back into your needy cunt, feeding deep and fast strokes to your aching core, "You might just get burned again."
his grip on your throat tightens, as he lights another cigarette, his second one tonight. unlike the first one, he doesn't let it burn down to his fingertips, he takes a long drag before turning your head to the side. Using his free hand--keeping his other hand on your throat-- he parts your lips, placing his lips against yours, blowing in the secondhand smoke.
you sputter into a coughing fit, "what," you say in between your heaving," the fuck aki?" he cuts you off with a deep kiss, his teeth biting into your bottom lip as he attempts to keep up with sloppy thrusts leaving you a moaning mess, the knot in your stomach tightening.
the taste of smoke is fresh as he explores your mouth, and your tongues completely developed with each other. this wasn't a meaningful kiss filled with love but a kiss filled with hatred and possessiveness. aki pulls back, sweat sticking to his forehead: breathless. a hateful yet fulfilling kiss.
"Youre. Mine." he groans, ramming into your insides as he takes another hit, letting the ass burn down to the tip of his fingers again, pushing the hot red embers into your skin. you screech, outstretching your fingers as a dark burn mark forms on the backside of your ass.
he presses the cigarette into the meat of your ass again, singeing the skin beneath it. your scream is a mixture of pleasure and pain, your tight hole clamping around him. the pain, just felt so good. the only thing you could do was moan at the burned embers as they dug into your skin.
"fuck," you whimper, barely able to get any words out from his tight grip on your neck, "you." you spat as your eyes rolled into the back of your head. you could barely muster any type of reaction; you were practically speechless.
aki laughed, "I am." his hips, rolled against your tight cunt. his pace slowing down to long and deep strokes that sent you over the edge.
you hate the way your body reacts to him, you hate the way that you'll be on your knees any time he asks. you especially hate the way that he always makes you cream on his cock, without fail.
your pussy gushed around his cock, your arousal dripping down your legs, leaving a thick ring of cream behind on his cock. a barrage of whimpers and screams leave your mouth as your body shakes from your intense orgasm, your grip on the kitchen counter deteriorating completely. your knees buckle from exhaustion as aki picks up your numb legs, flipping so you're now finally facing him.
aki's normal up kept black hair was disheveled, wet with sweat and other bodily fluids from a few minutes before all this. the rising winter sun peaked from through the blinds behind him, illuminating his figure,
fuck, you hate how good he always looks.
aki places you on the counter, his cock still embedded in your womb. his rough hands move to your thighs in an attempt to keep you from falling over. without warning, he rocks his hips into you, kissing the far corner of your cervix.
you whimper from the overstimulation as your eyes focus on his thick cock sliding in and out of you with ease. you couldn't help but throw your head back from the pleasure being too much for you.
aki's heavy breathes grew ragged and short as his cock continued to position in and out of your sloppy cunt. his cock twitched inside of your gummy walls before painting your inside white with his cum. you about came again yourself as his cum filled you up to the brim.
he shudders, pulling out his now limp cock as his cum seeped out of your red hole. you lay there, breathless, as your chest rises and falls rapidly, desperate to catch your breath. you are completely and utterly, fucked out. so you lay there on the counter, watching the man in front of you with hatred.
aki pulls up his clad black boxers from his knees, zipping up his dark blue jeans. he turns to you, his chest heaving from exhaustion, his baby blue eyes starting daggers at you—but for one moment, you see a hint of adoration in them.
Hookups weren't your thing. But, when you'd been met with the intense blue eyed gaze, black hair falling to frame pale skin, you'd decided that maybe, tonight would be different. With drink warming your body and friends encouraging you, you'd found yourself sharing small talk, his airy personality evident as he'd drifted focus a few times, though his stare always seeming to return over your lips, watching as each syllable had been formed.
Closing the bathroom door with haste, your mouths met one another's, hands over his chest while you'd pushed him backward, his body meeting cold tile. Clumsily caressing over the cotton, your fingers dropped to the button of his jeans, slipping the cool metal through the hole and pulling the zip downward, dropping to your knees. The actions you'd taken had been swift, so when your lips had met with his hardness, he'd been quick to gasp, hips bucking forward to push into you further.
The walls of your mouth had been warm, wet tongue sliding over the skin of his cock causing his tired eyes to roll back, weight fully supported by the wall behind him. He'd been uncertain of where to place his hands, but ultimately decided on lacing the lengthy fingers through your hair to tilt your head backward, guiding your mouth over his dick and sliding it through to the back of your throat. Your gaze met with his, a tingle over your cheeks in embarrassment as he'd watched you with half-lidded eyes, jaw relaxed and mouth parted only slightly. There had been small pants through pink lips as you'd flicked over his shaft, or went a little deeper, stomach tightening. Guiding you further, your nose had finally met with his abdomen, cock wedged deep within the tight confides of your neck. A gag over him had his member twitching, a grunt being ripped from his chest, legs wobbling while he'd felt the vibrations of your desperate convulses. Pulling back to allow yourself air, you'd still been connected to his swollen tip with a long, thick string of spit, one that had him needily humping the space between you as he'd waited for the heat of your mouth once more.
A smirk had been painted across your cheeks before taking him back in, gentle groans as he'd felt relief, finally aiding his throbbing cock once more. With time, you'd become a little more vocal between you, Aki allowing hushed moans through the atmosphere, wet chokes breaking through your own hums as you'd added a little more effort, hand eventually meeting with shaft to pump over him while you'd taken him to your throat. You'd slowed over him, taking time to brush over his head with your tongue, suctioning around it with your lips before steadily sliding fist and mouth downward. Aki could only bare witness to the bobbing over his cock, pleasure radiating through his body as you'd rolled over him again, and again.
Through teary eyes, you glanced back upward, meeting with the blue orbs once more. He'd peered at you differently now, with admiration, features relaxed. You were sure this was the most comfortable and focused you'd seen him, receptive to every touch you fed to him, small jolts across his body when your nails ran over the flat of his stomach, or over his half-clothed thigh, jeans gripping against the skin above his knee. Pulling back, you moved his cock to the side, placing tongue to the base, licking up to the tip. His breaths were ragged, body desperate, but his face had remained still, eyes locked to you as he'd anticipated your next move. You smiled, another lick upward, letting go of the member all-together, instead placing both hands over each thigh and taking him into your mouth, pushing him through your neck while you'd maintained the eye contact with him.
Aki moaned, loudly. Anyone stood outside would've surely heard the noise and understood the meaning, but you'd continued on, eager to hear another sound to compliment the last. There had been a surge of confidence as you'd watched his features slacken, intimacy within his eyes acting as your applause. His fingers trailed from your hair to your cheek, thumb pressing onto your puffed lips, rubbing across the spit that had accumulated at the corner to run it across the skin.
When you'd moved over him again, his hand fell back into place at the base of your head, as if he'd been in need of gripping something to bring him back to earth. You'd moved your hand back to pump over him, motions speeding steadily as you built him back up. Aki had leaned forward slightly, another trembling hum as your maneuvers didn't falter this time, intention of allowing him to finally find release clear, and exciting him. His hips were eagerly rolling toward you, hands once loosely placed at the back of your head now clutching tightly at the hairs, moving your head with some force. You'd become a little less in control with his edge growing closer, bucking hips and hands thrusting you forward to meet his groin - though you hadn't minded.
He called out your name, left hand quickly moving to grasp at the sink to hold himself up while he'd come undone, knees close to bucking. You'd felt his seed hitting the back of your tongue, a salty residue over the inside of your cheeks; proof of his pleasure. Aki's stomach had risen and fallen with haste as his breaths had become uneven, sucking in deeply before dispelling the air he'd held within his lungs.
warnings: fluff! 2k words, kissing, mentions of drinking and being drunk, nudity (reader bathes aki, it's fluff i promise), clingy!aki, gn!reader
a/n: i have only watched the anime saur... no spoilers whatsoever. made for @limitlesshq
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Your phone is buzzing with a slew of text notifications- millions of them, to be exact, and you don’t even need to look to know who it is that could be contacting you at this hour. Yet, you find yourself reaching over to unlock it anyways, immediately noting Aki’s contact, fondness spreading in your chest at his messages..
He was invited out by a bunch of work friends to a bar and although you received the invitation as well, you declined the offer. Where he wanted you to come along as well, you weren’t feeling a night of loud laughter and socialising.
However, at the lack of your company, you then had yourself a temperamental and pouting Aki in your arms. In order to quell his moodiness, you promised that you would pick him up and take care of him when he was done.
Judging from the many typos, premature sentences, and random keyboard smashes, you’re inclined to say that your boyfriend is a little beyond gone, completely ruined by the alcohol. You don’t know what mess he got himself into this time, all you know is that he’s pleading for you to come pick him up through a series of jumbles.
He didn’t even make it to the midnight mark.
Regardless, you shoot him a ‘be there soon <3’ text and shut your phone off before it can overheat from spam.
Pulling up at the bar, you’re pleasantly surprised to see Aki already waiting outside, seemingly put-together as he leans against the brick wall of the pub, head down. Naturally, your feet take you out of your car and towards him like a magnet, not stopping once despite the biting chill in the air and the snow that’s falling ever so gently, landing in your hair and clinging to your clothes.
“Aki,” you whisper, stopping just a few feet in front of him, the lingering smell of smoke and beer engulfing your senses. There’s snow in his hair too and although the clothes he’s wearing are enough to protect him from the harsh winter, you can’t help but be concerned for how long he’s been possibly standing outside.
Dazed, he glances up and squints to make out your figure. “Y/N?” He greets, a small smile playing along his lips.
“Correct,” you huff when he engulfs you in a large embrace, slumping most of his weight over you. His parka and scarf is cold but his face is very very flushed, it’s almost amusing how red his face is and you can only imagine the burn he feels from it. “How was your night, big guy?”
“Good. Better. I’m with you now.”
A part of you warms at the sentiment. You push him off of you, ignoring the little grunt of protest that escapes him because he then is placated by looking into your eyes, softening upon meeting your gaze.
Unable to resist how adorable he looks, you lean in to place a brief peck on his nose, causing him to close his eyes in delight whilst a small smile forms on his mouth. “You’re such a sap. Would you like to go home?”
“Jus’ wanna hold you,” he murmurs.
“You can do that better at home.”
“Let’s get going then.”
You can’t help but chuckle at the newfound determination that Aki has as he stands upright on his own two feet and begins walking in a perfect straight line towards the passenger seat of the car. He kind of looks like a penguin, you note, immediately tucking the thought away as you too, scramble back inside your heated car.
The ride back home is quiet and comforting but you can feel Aki’s gaze on you the whole time, very apparent in your peripheral vision when his whole upper torso is turned to face you. Whenever there’s a red light, you’ll turn over to look at him and he’ll reach for your hand, placing a kiss on the back of it before moving it back on the wheel for you.
Sensible as ever, your lover is.
Reaching the parking of his apartment, it takes little effort to get Aki up and going to his threshold. You’ve always admired his ability to remain stable, no matter how much alcohol his system ingests, he doesn’t fumble, protest, or vomit very often, making him a very tolerable drunk to look after.
Grabbing his keys yourself, you unlock his door with the correct keys on the first try and Aki kind of lugs himself in, grabbing you by the arm to pull you with him, giving you barely enough time to properly shut his door before you find yourself on his couch. With how far the living room is from the front door, you admire your lover for his enthusiasm and accuracy.
Then, the moment you’ve been dreading (partial lie) arrives, because he then flops on top of you. Both of you are still in your winter clothes, meaning many layers of thick clothing separate the two of you, but dark-haired is not complaining about the lack of contact. In fact, he sighs in content as he sinks into you, which, is not all that pleasant of a feeling, no matter how much you love Aki Hayakawa.
After a few moments of allowing him to cling to you, you pat him three times, mimicking surrender. “Love, can we get up now?”
“Why?” He slurs.
“Because you’re heavy, I’m getting crushed-” He easily manoeuvres the both of you so that his back is now against the cushions of the couch and the only thing preventing you from falling off is his grip- which, is surprisingly sturdy for being drunk. To be fair, it’s been a while since he last had a drink, meaning that some of the alcohol must have worn off already.
“Better?”
“Yes, but we still need to get you changed and ready for bed. It’s late,” you tell him, perfectly paired with a yawn. He grunts, shuffling a little.
“We can sleep on the couch.”
“Yes we can, but you’re all gross. Plus, I prefer the bed.”
“Don’t be picky.”
“I’ll bathe you?”
“Why not with me?”
“Gross,” you joke, brushing a strand of fallen hair away from his beautiful face as he glares at you. “But seriously, I’ll help you wash up, brush your teeth, tuck you into bed, otherwise you won’t get your goodnight kiss.”
He whines very non-seriously, “but I love my goodnight kiss.”
“I know, so go get ready whilst I prepare the bath, okay?” You grin when he nods, shuffling over to his bedroom. You, on the other hand, strip off your outermost layers, readying the warm water for him, getting it to a desirable temperature before pouring bath gel into the tub.
Your lover walks in not too long after, stripped down to the first layer of clothes he wore underneath as he takes his topknot out. Paying no mind to his naked form stepping in the water, you splash some warm water in his face, causing him to flinch a little before shooting you an unimpressed look.
Mumbling a sorry, you pour some water over his hair to wet it before rubbing in shampoo. The process, though tedious on your arm muscles, is methodical and Aki’s expression of content as you work through his scalp warms your heart just a little. He deserves this and more for everything he’s done.
You wouldn’t mind living the rest of your life like this, you think to yourself. Although, that isn’t the first time you’ve thought so and sure won’t be the last.
When the last of the conditioner is washed out of his hair, you tell a drowsy and barely conscious Aki to get out, but not before he retaliates with a ‘the water’s still quite warm for you to join me’. You splash more water in his face to wake him up.
A few minutes pass and the two of you find yourself curled up in Aki’s bed, now clean and ready to fall asleep in the warmth of each other to combat the freezing cold of Japan’s winters. He holds you against him tightly, arms circled around your waist whilst he presses a little of his weight onto you .
“Goodnight kiss?” requests Aki. You faux annoyance before leaning in, meeting his puckered lips in a gentle, affectionate kiss, one that has both of you smiling into it. The taste of mint toothpaste was far better than beer and smoke. “Thank you for taking care of me,” mutters the Devil Hunter, low and quiet, his words unable to penetrate the silence of the dark lest he disturb the moonlight’s dance.
“It’s okay,” you pause when you feel a kiss on your forehead. “You’d do the same. Besides, you’re easier to handle than I am.”
He laughs at your comment, “true.”
With a final peck on his lips, you bid your goodnights and surrender to your dreams in the safe embrace of your lover.
When morning comes, Aki finds himself alone in his bed, but there’s a fading warmth in the very obvious yet vacant spot beside him. Remembering the events of last night, he’s about to wake up and search for you in his apartment when the harsh, stinging pain in his head stops him, rendering him incapable. Still, a little bit of concern for you whereabouts linger but it’s with a grunt that his head falls back on his pillow, surrendering just in time for you to walk through his door with a glass of water and some pills.
A look of surprise glasses over your expression when you see the dark-haired awake.
“Good morning,” you greet, placing the contents in your hand down on his nightstand table.
“Hi, my love.”
“Got you some painkillers, would you like to have it now?”
“Yes please.”
“Anything else I can do?”
“Stay with me?”
“Of course.”
Slipping under the covers once more, you’re very happy to feel Aki’s warmth engulf you again as he quickly takes you in his arms. With an appreciative, wondrous look, the dark-haired finds himself admiring your features in the earliest hours of the day where you’re struggling to open your puffy eyes, your lips are slightly chapped, your hair is all messy and mussed, but he can’t help but adore you all the same.
Glancing up at him, you shrink at the softness in his expression. Aki wants to keep you with him for as long as you’ll allow him- which will hopefully be forever.
“You really need a bigger bed,” you grumble, moving around a little to get comfortable.
His hand manages to sneak under your shirt, rubbing circles on the now exposed skin of your back. “I think the size is nice. Easier to hold you,” he mutters, pressing a delicate kiss to your forehead.
You try to suppress the smile that threatens to appear and you hide from the dark-haired by pressing your head into his chest. “Cringe.”
“You love it.”
“I love you because you’re pretty, otherwise you’re a piece of shit,” you joke.
“Well what a coincidence that I love you too,” he retorts, no hostility at all in his tone. How could he harbour any towards you? Having played the beam of hope in his life, there is little else in the world that he would trade you for. Loving and being loved by you have been momentous occasions of his life and he doesn’t want this routine to stop any time soon.
When he watches the way you curl closer in his space to avoid falling off the bed, Aki is even more certain that a bigger bed is unnecessary.
Warnings: None, sfw. Pure fluff, established relationship, and just Aki being soft to reader. Gender neutral reader as always.
Notes: A very short little drabble I made to get Aki shower thoughts off of my chest. =,
Enjoy the brainrot.
10:00 am.
You felt the soft sheets as you slowly awoke, attempting to regain full consciousness and see fully through your blurred vision and sudden light. Cheeks squished against the pillow. A pair of arms were wrapped around you, as they came closer to you when they saw you were awake.
“You awake?”
“Mhm...
The arms continued to snake around you, nothing but warmth taking you over as they came around you, slowly pulling you into the man named Aki’s chest.
“You must be tired since you stayed up so late.”
“Eh, just lazy right now...”
You said, as you nuzzled your head into his chest. You and him had the day off, and you two would do nothing but enjoy it together.
You felt a finger go up, when more long fingers began to touch your cheek, and then pinched. Aki pinched your cheek to admire the adorable view he had of your pretty face, pure love was all he felt whenever you were wrapped in his arms like this.
“We can sleep together for a bit longer if you want, go ahead and rest sweetheart...”
Sweetheart. You felt a flutter in your chest as he said that.
“Mm...”
You merely nuzzled your head into him more, letting his smell and touch overtake you. All stress, anxiety, and panic had been washed away whenever you woke up to mornings like these. You were washed in an ocean of bliss, floating on clouds as you feel nothing but Aki. Nothing but the warmth of the man who you knew for sure loved, cared, and understood you...
As you buried your head deeper into him, he chuckled at how cute you were to him. He felt like a fire in his chest went off, and pure happiness, awe, and fluff filled his heart and stomach when he saw how adorable you were to him.
He hugged you once more as his soft voice spoke.
“Alright babe, I’ll sleep with you here for a bit longer...”
You had a feeling this day off would be the best you’ve had in a while.
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Plot twist: Aki and reader are waking up the night after they fu-
summary: On your walk home from class, Aki kinda sorta saves your life.
content/warnings: college au, HURT/COMFORT, first kiss, so soft, NDE
wc: 1.4k
After classes for the day are over with, you always look forward to meeting Aki outside his building and strolling back to your shared apartment almost as much going home by itself. You know each other so well that these walks are often spent in comfortable silence—they're simply the beginning of your evening routine.
No one ever believes that you and Aki just friends after they've seen you together (sometimes, even based on the way you talk about each other), including yourself from time to time. Aki seems to like giving mixed signals, and it's not like he's an open book.
Today isn't unlike any other day so far, save for another mixed signal.
Snow dusts the ground, and the cold makes attempts to penetrate the scarf wrapped snug around your neck. Every inhale feels like ice, and leaves in a puff of fog. You even have your arms crossed and your hands buried in your armpits in attempts to warm your hands. Rubbing them together does nothing.
Aki speaks for the first time since you met up. "You forgot your gloves."
"I forgot my gloves," you confirm gravely. "It's so fucking cold..."
Aki's long puffy coat makes him look like a penguin. He suddenly stops, and begins to work one of his woolen gloves off.
"Aki—" you chuckle nervously. "It's only a couple minutes."
"Yes, I know, but you've gone all day without them." He's grumbling almost to himself, frowning troubled. "I'm sorry I didn't notice earlier."
He's apologizing?
On Mondays and Wednesdays, your schedules align so you can have lunch together, and on Mondays specifically, you both leave the apartment at the same time. Today is Monday.
"I forgive you," you assure, still joking, but he isn't. He seems to give something some thought, takes his left glove off, and gives it to you. You're relieved he doesn't give you both, or god forbid the clothes off his back, but that relief is blown away by shock as he takes your hand.
One of his gloves on your left hand, his one on his right. That leaves you the perfect opportunity to—
"Now we'll both be warm," he says quietly, but he sounds unsure. He's watching you. "It's only a couple minutes, so."
"Yeah. Okay, let's go," you agree quickly. How is that disappointing now? Only a couple minutes...
But walking the winding path to your apartment feels like it takes longer today. You hardly pass anyone. Your heart pounds, and your cheeks feel hot despite the chilly wind. You can't help the butterflies fluttering inside you that this is how Aki would hold hands with you if you were together. His are much bigger than yours, so besides the fact that you're forced to keep your gloved hand curled, lest the glove falls off, the hand which holds yours almost engulfs it. It's still warm from the glove... and very soft.
You treasure these last few minutes before you have to let go as you arrive at the last street you have to cross to get home, the kind with a path down the middle that cuts the asphalt in half, with pedestrian signs, but no lights.
Normally, you'd look. You're so taken with your thoughts, and the world has been so still and quiet, that the crossing doesn't even occur to you. Aki barely hesitates.
It happens before you can even blink. A roaring engine blasts from your left, and it feels like your right shoulder leaves it's fucking socket as you're yanked backwards, nearly stumbling to your knees when you're hit with a bunch of hot exhaust. Forgotten leaves from the autumn season take off around you like drunken birds.
Aki curses, ripping you back another few steps before you're literally left in the dust of a truck whose hood must've been taller than your head.
What just happened? you try to ask, but your eyes are wide, still in shock.
Breathing hard, his arm hooks over your shoulder and protectively reels you to him. You find yourself pinned to him in a tight embrace, your cheek squished against the chilly puffiness of his coat. You're shocked by his proximity, the way you suddenly feel so safe, and the remnants of adrenaline still running through your blood.
"Are you okay??" he asks breathlessly over your hair. "That—That fucking idiot, almost..."
The sound of his voice snaps you out of your stupor. You hug him back, but you get the feeling that you're both shaking. He says your name urgently.
"I'm fine, I just wasn't paying attention... If you weren't holding—my hand..."
"Don’t say that," he snaps. "Surprised if he—if he hasn't already killed someone. Fuck," he whispers. His hold on you hasn't slackened at all. “I’m glad I…”
You feel the same. Letting go somehow scares you now. It's true—if Aki hadn't noticed your lack of gloves and insisted he hold your hand, then that could've ended... another way.
Neither of you so much as squirm for the longest time, and as time marches on, this hug begins to feel like something else. You're in the middle of deciding whether to say something—and if you did, what you'd say—when he suddenly lets go of you, tears out his phone, and immediately begins to type something. Aki is more furious than you've ever seen him.
"License plate," he says flatly at your stare, without looking up.
Your first instinct is to dismiss him from going through the trouble, but you immediately let it go. Besides, he looks scary right now. You wish he'd hold you like that again.
Instead you look around. Streetlamps illuminate your surroundings, but at dusk, no one appears to be around. It's as if nothing even happened.
Still not looking at you, Aki takes out his cigarette pack, and then struggles with his glove for his lighter. He seems panicked, and once he finally gets the cigarette and lighter in his hands, you noticed it's shaking profusely. He can't even light it.
"Aki, I'm okay, it's okay." You step closer, but his expression only turns more conflicted. "Seriously! It's over now, so just."
You take his shoulders, forcing his attention towards you. His deep blue eyes still look anxious.
"Here." You pluck the lighter from his hand. "Let me."
The lighter hisses as the flame is born, and you get the cigarette lit. You slide the lighter back in his pocket for him.
"Th...Thank you," he says quietly. His eyes flutter when he inhales, and he inhales deeply. Still. Neither of you start walking again.
"Are we... Are we going?"
Aki stares down at his cigarette for a moment. He moves aloofly, like he hasn't decided what he's going to do even as he does it. And then he's hugging you again—carefully, with his lit cigarette held over your shoulder. You melt against him.
“That was dumb luck," he remarks bitterly. "If... I don't know what I'd do if, if..."
You pull away just enough to look up at him. "Me neither... But it didn't. We're safe. Thank you."
Aki holds your gaze until you could swear his eyes are glittering. Then he scoops up your chin, pulls you close, and kisses you.
Your heart jumps right to your throat when you feel his lips press to yours. They're just slightly chapped from the cold, rich from the tobacco. In moments you kiss back and sling your arms around his neck. His hand slides down, cupping your nape to keep you close.
Suddenly, he pulls away by inches. You still feel his breath on your face. "I should’ve asked first. Can I kiss you?"
You don't know whether to laugh or cry. Smiling widely, you slam your lips together again. You enjoy him too much to feel the cold at all.
Aki kisses you with an intensity that's still somehow careful, like he's worried you'll for some reason pull away and take back everything. Your lips smack. It last for so long that nearly half of his cigarette has burned away on its own when you finally pull away.
"Maybe we should go on a date," you remark, laughing breathlessly. "Kind of a shitty memory for a first kiss."
He takes a fleeting drag, his hand still not having left your waist. "Yeah." Then he looks around. "Let's just get you home first."
Warnings: explicit language, mentions of blood, tension
A/N: wasn’t sure if I wanted to continue this so I figured I’d post this and see if anyone wants more :)
Word Count: 1.1k
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“You’re a fucking moron.”
You blinked, wiping the blood dripping down from the cut in your brow. Your face was bruised and splattered with blood — only some was your own. “I’m a fucking moron? Do you even hear yourself? We would have died if it wasn’t for me saving your ass.”
Aki wasn’t as bad off as you were, some blood had splattered along his skin and suit but unlike you none of it was his own. Actually some of it was likely yours. “Save me? You didn’t save me. I could have handled it just fucking fine. If anything you nearly died because you couldn’t hold on for a minute.”
His voice was much calmer than your own, blue eyes as cold as ice as he glared at you. All you could do was roll your eyes, slightly annoyed that he couldn’t be bothered to see things how they were. Hell, you’d likely have a scar on your face because of this and he couldn’t even pause to ask if you needed a handkerchief.
“Yeah, whatever Hayakawa. Some fucking partner you are, I don’t know how Himeno deals with you.” You turned to leave the alleyway, not quite willing to continue the argument that you were destined to lose for a multitude of reasons. There was never any winning against him anyways.
“Watch your mouth.” It was sharp, just as sharp as his nails digging into your forearm to keep you in place. “What the fuck is your deal?” You whirled, not even hearing him close the distance in the first place. He just stared at you, jaw clenched tightly. “I was worried for your fucking welbeing. I spilled my blood for you and you can’t even offer me a fucking handkerchief to clean my face.”
His grip tightened, face morphing into annoyance. “Don’t go treating yourself like a martyr for my sake. It’s a good way to get yourself killed.” His grip was unwavering, surely at this point you’d find five indents along your forearm from where his nails dug in with no mercy. You scoffed, not bothering to try and yank your arm from his grasp.
“Don’t start acting like you care all of a sudden.” He was silent again and you couldn’t quite figure why he wouldn't let you go. “So…” you started, lips curling into a scowl “Are we just going to stand here all day and stare at each other? Because honestly I’d have a better time watching paint dry.” You reached up to wipe your eye again, the bleeding from your cut was refusing to slow.
Even after bitching at him, he still couldn’t offer you a godforsaken handkerchief when you knew he had at least two in his pocket. What he did next could only be equated to you imagining things from blood loss, at least that’s what you told yourself as he pulled you towards him and used his free hand to cup your bloodied cheek. “I’m not acting like I care, I really do.”
Your brow quirked before immediately falling back into place, you had so quickly forgotten that you’d injured it until a spark of pain shot through you. “Wha-“ he cut you off, lips meeting yours in the gentlest kiss you’d ever experienced. And one you couldn’t even reciprocate from shock. He pulled away a moment later, gauging your reaction since you had remained frozen.
“D-did you hit your fucking head?” Was all you could muster, but there was genuinely no malice in your tone. Your eye has shut again as blood continues to slip through the cut at a rapid rate. Finally, Aki yanked a handkerchief out of his pocket with a click of his tongue. “This fucking cut…” was all he could mutter as he quickly wiped your face and then applied pressure to the wound.
You were still frozen in shock, especially since he was opting to suddenly ignore his bizarre action. Your mouth opened and closed a few times as you stared up at him. The close proximity wasn’t exactly unwelcome in your eyes, hell you had been quietly hoping someone would baby you over the wound on your face. You just didn’t expect it to be Aki. “You’re still a fucking moron, you know.”
“Well, way to ruin the moment, asshole, here I was thinking you’d slapped your head on some concrete and knocked some kindness into yourself.” You moved to grab the handkerchief but Aki was forever quicker than you. “Jesus Christ, could you let me finish before you put your two cents in?” His nose was scrunched as he lifted the cloth, seeing if the pressure had helped at all.
“That was a full statement dumbass, I didn’t cut you off.” Aki ignored you, pressing the hanky back to your brow. “You may need stitches. You’re a fucking moron for marring your pretty face in attempt at saving me. Especially when I didn’t need saving.” This time, he looked at you when he spoke. “Think of the kiss as an apology for the trouble.” He seemed satisfied with that.
You however… “No fucking way! If you want to apologise for the trouble.” You made air quotes as you spoke, glaring up at him. “I expect more than a fucking kiss, Hayakawa.” You wanted a thank you, or even to be asked if you were alright. Hell maybe even a trip to a cafe for a sweet for being brave. Maybe Makima was right about you being easy to please…
“What? You want me to fuck you or something?” This time you couldn’t help your eyebrows from shooting upward, eyes wide and mouth slightly agape. “Not…what I was thinking. But I mean… if you’re offering.” You slapped a hand over your mouth a moment later, not quite sure how that slipped past your lips. Now, you both sat in silence. You had no intention of breaking it, either.
After what felt like an eternity… “Fine. But it has to be at your place, only after we get this stitched because it’s not slowing.” It wasn’t a question, nor did it leave you room to interject. So, you nodded, reaching up to apply the pressure yourself so you could get out of this alleyway and to the hospital. As quickly as his facade broke, it returned. The perfect picture of formality and professionalism.
As if he didn’t call you a moron at least three times and then have the audacity to kiss you. You couldn’t even blame him for the other predicament because you did unintentionally insinuate that you wanted more than a kiss. Though, the warm pit in your stomach didn’t exactly have you complaining about your miscommunication.
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Please let me know if you’d like a part 2 with actual smut <3
it breaks your heart a little more each time aki comes home from work.
his eyes are always just a little sadder than the day before. always bloodshot, sometimes his dark circles are so prominent they appear purple like bruises. it’s like the closer he gets to his impending fate, the more exhausted he gets. he almost seems to lean into the idea of eternal sleep, and it scares you when he mentions the future devil so casually, like it doesn’t affect him.
the apartment is silent, and you’re sitting atop the kitchen counter, knees parted just enough for aki to stand between them. you’re mirroring the grimace on his face when you press a cotton pad soaked in alcohol to a particularly bloody cut. and you’re holding back tears, because you know he deserves a normal life. one where he comes home and you’re making dinner, music from the stereo filling the room as he’s greeted with a wide smile. a life where his alarm going off in the morning doesn’t make your heart squeeze with anxiety, because he’s not going to hunt devils. you want to put on a strong persona, be tough and stick it out for him, but you’re tired too. nothing you do can tear your mind from the fate decided for the person you love.
“you don’t have to do this, y’know.” his murmur is barely heard over the screaming in your head. you shake your head and ignore him, peeling apart a bandage and avoiding his gaze. “i don’t mind.” your words are barely above a whisper.
“i can take care of myself.”
aki’s statement is the nail in the coffin, the crack in the dam, and tears sting at your eyes. his words come off almost cold. almost like he’s trying to push you away, like this horrible thing would be easier for you if you weren’t so close, didn’t care about him so much.
you reach up to cup his face in your hands, tears already sliding down your cheeks. his body relaxes a little into your touch and aki lets you hold him, eyes fluttering shut and drowning in the irreversible tiredsadangry, pulling you under unknowingly alongside him.
i’ll expand on this later but i read a sad aki fic last night so this is the result of that. wrote this at work lol hopefully this will be my only sad aki post but who knows how i’ll feel tomorrow.
