Chainsaw man Headcanons (Platonic for Denji & Power)
○ Aki Hayakawa ○
◇ Always likes you close. He presses quick kisses to your cheeks and temples to greet you or bid you farewell
◇ Memorizes your orders at various restaurants and convenience stores. When he's grabbing something for himself, he'll get you food as well
◇ Keeps every card and letter you give tucked away safely, rereads them occasionally
◇ Would help dress you and bathe you if you were especially sick
○ Denji ○
◇ Denji is bugging you for advice about everything, but especially girls. At least once a day, he's seeking your sage advice on winning over Ms Makima
◇ Defaults to you if he's having trouble with understanding something that contains too many advanced Kanji- he trusts you not to mess with him
◇ The most appreciative person in the world when it comes to receiving things. If you give him a souvenir from a trip or buy him a meal he'll be in an amazing mood all day
◇ Proud of you- When he sees you handling devils on the job and being capable he's rambling all about it later and telling everyone how cool he thinks you are
○ Makima ○
◇ She gains a twisted little thrill from intercepting men who show an interest in you and watching the hope they had fade from their eyes
◇ Likes to gift you a new piece of jewelry right before you go out, so you just have to wear it
◇ Your cup is never empty for long when you're out with her. She's ensuring you have another of whatever you ordered the moment you run out, until you're close to tipsy
◇ Likes to bring up philosophical debates as conversational topics, smiles a bit too much when you fumble over them
○ Power ○
◇ She swears up and down that she views no one as her equal, but strangely she very rarely insists you're beneath her
◇ Personal space no longer exists, she's leaning over your shoulders, kicking her feet up on your lap, and poking you to get your attention
◇ To Power, Meowy is a litmus test. So when he purrs while giving you a headbutt when you first meet him, she immediately thinks well of you
◇ Competitive about everything- who can make it to the apartment door the quickest, who can finish more work in a given time period, who can get their bubblegum to form the largest bubble? She never seems to let up
○ Kishibe ○
◇ Getting close to Kishibe is a long process that involves several hurdles. First, there's a process of initially convincing him you won't die on the job so easily. Then, the long, slow burn of actually getting close
◇ Consuming an ill-advised amount of alcohol becomes a weekly occurrence, with Kishibe in your life
◇ He's not doting, but he spares a glance and a passing comment to remind you to 'Watch that sidewalk, there's ice', or to caution you of 'Rain leaking through the awning'
◇ Sneezes way too loud if there's dust. Like, throw out your back in the process, hard
◇ Outwardly, she's very considerate. She'll hold doors, help you put on your coat, carry your bags, and do it all with an unnerving look in her eye
◇ Often refers to you as "[Name], dear." When addressing you
◇ Fixes your stray hairs or crooked lapels with precision, and has little tolerance for any part of your appearance being out of sort
◇ Always wears pajamas to bed, but would be very plain that she doesn't mind you sleeping in less. Sometimes she suggests it, on especially warm and humid nights
◇ Listens to older music- Ella Fitzgerald, Frank Sinatra, Etta James, to name a few
◇ She won't tell you to eat healthier foods, she technically won't make you, either. But out at dinner she'll lift a forkful of the vegetables she thinks you're neglecting, 'suggesting' you try them. She relishes the awkward, flustered look on your face as you take a bite of asparagus or broccoli, and another, until you eventually scarf yours down just to keep the scene from continuing
◇ The same goes for your sleeping habits, which she modifies under the same guise of loving care. By 10 p.m. you're herded to the bedroom, electronics powered off and put away. She drapes an arm over your waist to encourage you to stay
◇ When you do go along with her ideals for your diet, routine, and sleep schedule, her praises echo the same tone you hear her use with her pups
◇ Everything is always tidy with her. If you toss your clothes away at night in a fit of passion, you awake to them being laundered and folded neatly
◇ She has a very unique brand of comfort to offer you, if you're unwell or feeling down. It's usually anchored in logic or reason- "Why should you stay so upset when this will pass so soon?"
◇ If you were truly ill she'd be borderline clinical. Ensuring you take cold medicine and fever reducer in shifts, insisting you blow your nose into tissues to breathe easier, and supplying you with plain rice and broth for the duration of your sickness
◇ She displays a sense of pride for your achievements, praising them often in group settings- "[Name] handled three devils this week alone, I found that quite impressive."
◇ You always feel something is off, in quiet moments alone. In the bath if she's busy with something, on the train for an assignment, but the thought goes fuzzy when you see her
Japanese Old Fashion, isnt too bitter but isnt too sweet for his taste either. Its bitter enough to ground him and not allow him to feel too happy but also a little sweet for celebration or social hang outs public safety sometimes has. Hes definitely not getting drunk on this one or trying to take it home for his flask. Just a little happy drink that reminds him hes been alive this long, a bittersweet reminder.
Honjozo Sake, its like water to him. Just a light drink to start the night when hes around others. Or when the bar is too filled up with loud chatty young people. He doesnt mind and is really just ordering to order something. Not getting drunk on this one
Shochu, a spirt served just alone. No water, no ice. Perfect to feel burning in his throat and distract his mind from feeling emotional. Its like a cigarette to him. He sometimes keeps this one in his flask. It doesnt keep him awake or less grumpy, just makes him tolerate things better. He also may drink this when picking up ladies and doing activities with them. He gets frustrated horny drunk on this one.
Awamori, harsh and bitter but sweet afterwards. He drinks this one to feel a little better when he doesnt want to get sad sleepy drunk. Rarely keeps this one in his flask due to the sweet aftertaste. Gets sentimental and a little peaceful drunk on this one.
Asahi, a bitter beer. He rarely drinks beer since he prefers spirts and vodka like drinks but he doesnt mind sipping this one and laying back on his couch watching mindless tv game shows. He gets sleepy drunk on this one.
He drinks every hour of the day or night, he does have preferences depending on mood but doesn't really mind as long as its strong.
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Cigarettes
Seven Stars, charcoal filter, his go to cigarette when he needs something strong aftertaste wise.
Peace, he smokes this one at bars. The vanilla aroma is like a soft fragrance that attracts women hes trying to sleep with. Not his favorite due to the sweet taste but he knows women like it when they kiss him and taste it.
He doesn't go after flavored cigarettes often but smokes them in bed and after he's smoking those harsh menthol ones.
i dont really hc him doing other drugs at this age but he definitely did when he was younger in that mad dog era
Angel is one of the most emotionally closed off devils. Unlike other devils he understands emotions and has the closest feelings to a human however doesn’t know how to show them or process them.
Angel is complex with how he shows his affection, he really doesn’t. He watches you, quietly but not silent. He wouldn’t be able to outwardly say I love you it’s against his nature, he’s not supposed to care for a human. Instead he sets out your necessities, your breakfast, your lunch, Your dinner, set a warm bath.
When you’re not around Angel will hold your clothes because it’s the closest thing he can get second to touching you without the threat of hurting you, well he wants you to die but he doesn’t want to be the one to kill you (totally).
Angel would yearn listening to you, your voice soothes him. He would never dare imagine touching you, the thought makes his body go tense. At the same time though, all he wants is to be able to feel your skin.
He wouldn’t know how to process it if you two accidentally touched, at first he’d yell at you, asking why the hell you got so close, why weren’t you paying attention. Then he’d come to a stage of joy in a manner, he got to feel your skin, he got to feel you, even if only for a moment. You’d catch him fantasying about it all after that.
I love you. Angel would only utter it before your death, the only time he’d allow himself to touch you, to hold you, to feel your warmth, to comfort you, to make your passing peaceful because you’re the only mortal who he doesn’t want to suffer.
denji doesn't know what it means to feel real, genuine love. he thinks you're crazy hot, obviously, but he's initially confused or at the least suspicious of the affection you show him - it's like he's waiting for you to drop the ball and try to snag the chainsaw's heart.
when the sting never comes, when you never betray him, never make a grab for anything other than his hand, he relaxes. having denji's heart means having a constant shadow. he's clingy.
has zero experience and no idea what he's doing. everything he knows about relationships comes from the manga he reads - it leaves much to be desired. he wraps an arm around your shoulder too tight, suffocates you in his warmth when you hug, sleeps stuck to your side with no hope for escape.
denji is clumsy but sincere. his hands are sweaty when he holds yours, he'll bump your forehead instead of kissing you, mumble awkward comments like "you smell good." or "you're cute."
his kisses are sloppy. teeth bumping, hands wandering, he gets caught up in grinning and laughing and then laughs harder when you pull away and act annoyed.
loudly jealous. you can see it, hear it, from a mile away. talk to some other guy and he's all huffing and puffing and "why don't you just date him if he's such hot shit!" give him some time, he's working on it.
movie and video game nights are a must. except, he falls asleep during every movie and breaks the controller when he loses. you can't really complain, though, not when it means having him doze against your shoulder.
he thinks he's the shit, the best boyfriend ever. he'll drape his jacket over your shoulders when it rains, walking with his hands behind his head and saying, "yeah, i know, i'm a gentleman," with a nonchalant shrug (he's eyeing your reaction too carefully for someone so 'confident').
tries to play it cool when he gets flustered. he’ll tinge pink to his nose if you mess with his hair or lean into him and try to save face by saying things like, “come on .. you’re makin’ me feel all weird inside.”
he's broke, so dates are far from fancy. you two find a hole-in-the-wall ramen joint, take a walk down the neon streets of tokyo, or lay on the dewy grass in a park. he tries to pay for your meals, but you're faster (he didn't have the money, anyway).
makes you have sleepovers with him in aki's apartment (much to aki's dismay). drags you onto the futon with him and passes out the second he's got you in his arms, "you're the best thing i got," he mumbles in his sleep, curling around you.
trusts you to fight for yourself, but won't think twice if it looks like you need help. he'd swing in, snag you out of the way of a blow with carefully human arms despite his chainsaw head, "i gotcha." he mumbles, "still with me?"
sometimes he just stares at you with this big, dopey grin, all pointed teeth and shining eyes, like wow, i can't believe somebody likes me.
aki is not one to beat around the bush. he's long since been aware of his .. condition, his fate, it's only fair that you know, too.
he takes you to a rooftop, sits next to you with his loose hair blowing in the wind, "to tell you the truth," he says, "i don't have a lot of time left." he turns to face you then, eyes half lidded, expression simply, but so deeply, sad, "but, whatever i do have, i'd like to spend it with you."
it hangs over you two every day. every touch, every kiss, every shared night, there's the weight of what's unavoidable following you. it's heavy, but it's worth it.
if you ever argue, ever yell at him, he goes quiet, forcefully calming himself down before saying something like, "i don't want to fight with you," so gently it almost hurts.
protective in a 'i have to stop you before you can even start' way. he's always nagging with things like, "don't leave your socks on the floor," or, "don't touch that," or "drink some water." it's his way of saying he cares about you.
you start to adopt his morning routine. you two wake up together, do skincare, make coffee - he's memorized how you like it, then sit on the patio while he smokes a cigarette and you watch the sunrise. your little bubble of peace is precious to him (until it is inevitably broken by power and denji).
lowkey judges your skincare routine. "is that hand soap?" he asks the first time you slide in next to him to wash your face, "that's abysmal. you need to correct that." he buys you new products that same day.
malewife patient zero. he cooks the best meals, folds your laundry perfectly, and keeps the plants alive (plus denji and power!). he likes when you hug him from behind while he cooks, even if he acts like it's bothersome. think 1950's housewife but a man and also hot.
big routine guy over here. he lives for that sense of normalcy. every night, he reads in bed while you scroll on your phone. he'll casually adjust himself if you flop onto his chest, and shut off the lamp he was using to read the second you fall asleep.
gets twitchy if he hears you've been hurt. he insists on being the one to see you first, to patch up your wounds. "be more careful," he whispers, hand clutching yours tightly, "please. i can't lose anyone else."
aki will never stop worrying. but you're the one person who can make his shoulders relax, his voice soften. some nights, when you're half asleep, you catch him just looking at you. like you hung the moon. "i can't believe this is real." he murmurs lowly, brushing hair back from your face before laying beside you.
angel doesn't have a lot to live for. he wanted the quiet life. the country mouse. he said it himself, he'd rather die than keep working.
that was, until you came along. until you kept sitting beside him despite the danger, until you become someone he thinks about when he's looking for a reason to get up in the morning, until you became the one he looks for first when he enters a room.
he acts detached at first, "don't touch me," he'd warn, "you'll drain your lifespan." but then he becomes the one that lingers, the one that leans closer when he knows now more than ever that he shouldn't.
doesn't help with chores, or work, or anything, really, he just sits nearby, "you know, human," he says, head casually tilted to the side as he watches you with lazy curiosity, "you make living a lot less awful."
chronic napper. anywhere and everywhere. slumped against a wall, standing up, your lap, he'll take whatever perch he can find. you've become his preferred pillow.
if you fall asleep beside him, he stares at you, tracing your face with his eyes because he can't touch you. sometimes he hums, old hymns, soft lullabies, something to fill the silence and bring you sweet dreams.
touch is complicated. he wears gloves so he can hold your hand, but even then, he's cautious. you'd be lying if you said you weren't cautious, too. even though you want, more than anything, to caress his face, to feel his lips without a barrier between, each time, one of you pulls away. he can't do that to you. and you can't brave the consequences.
if you try, if you reach for him, he recoils, stepping back, "stop. it's not worth it." he says every time, though his eyes harbor such intense longing; it looks like tears will spill over any second.
never says 'i love you'. it's too much, too serious. if he admits it, he worries he'll lose you the next second, he'll get to close. you, instead, get a feather trapped in the pocket of your coat, a gloved hand closing over yours, his quiet voice when he says "you keep me tethered." but not 'i love you', never 'i love you'.
angel's wings get in the way of literally everything. it's like he doesn't have control over them. "oops." he mumbles when they flap against your side. "my bad," is all you get when they knock your work from the table.
talks about death like he's talking about the weather - calm, detached - it's never been anything but inevitable to him, a simple countdown. but, he turns to you mid-sentence, catches your expression, and falters, "ah, well," he shrugs, eyes moving skyward, "now that i have you, i'll at least die happy."
if you get hurt, it shakes him. he hovers nearby, never too close but not far, either. "don't touch me," he says, "but stay alive."
you kissed once. only for a second, maybe two. a fleeting, too short press of his lips to yours. he pulled away like he'd been burned, wings fluttering and twitching as he averts his head, "that can't ever happen again."
kishibe didn't mean to fall for you. he was never supposed to fall for anyone. but he kept showing up where you were anyway, cigarette in his mouth, smirk on his lips, pretending it's nothing but coincidence.
never officially calls himself you're boyfriend or says you're 'dating'. "we're just .. spending time together." he says, but his hand brushes the small of your back and his lips press against your temple that same day.
dates are far from normal. he takes you devil hunting with him, teaches you to throw a knife or shoot a gun. you ask if it counts as a date and he shrugs, "why not? you're here, i'm here. what else do ya want, huh?"
used to only refer to you by your name, but one night, while drunk, he calls you 'sweetheart' and you never hear your name from his lips ever again.
old fashioned in the way that he offers you an arm while you walk down the streets, compliments you - "wow, look at you, sweetheart" - when he sees you, holds the door for you. he'll wave you off dismissively if you try to thank him for anything.
he says 'i love you' in the most unceremonious way possible. like, a slip of the tongue after he says goodnight followed by a "don't make me repeat myself," before he promptly walks off with a heart that's beating just a little bit too fast.
sometimes he's a little too reckless. he'll come home bloody, still half-grinning, "you should see the other guy," he winces as he speaks, collapsing against the couch. if you patch him up, he watches you, something unreadable in his eyes, "you've got good bedside manner, doc," he chuckles roughly and takes a long swig from his canister.
kishibe is used to violence. you bring a warmth he thought was long off the table for him. he grumbles when you kiss his scars or clean his wounds, but he secretly loves it.
won't let you drink from his flask or smoke one of his cigarettes, he nudges you aside with ease, holding the canister above your head where you're hopeless to reach for it, "nope," he smirks, playfully stern, "don't need you gettin' hooked on this shit, too."
the kids - being power and denji - treat you like you're their parents. they tease kishibe about you til he's angry enough to hit them across the head and send them both running, "damn kids," he'll grunt, adjusting his coat, "thought i taught 'em when to quit."
dreams about settling down with you. marrying you, starting a family. he'd never thought himself a father before meeting you, but he'd be lying if he said he wasn't considering it now.
he doesn't really get your apparent infatuation with him. on late nights, he'll lean against the balcony railing, turning to you with a thoughtful expression, "you really want to waste your time with an old man like me?" he asks. assure him that you do, and he's laughing - a gruff, breathy sound - "well," he says, "you better not kick the bucket before i do. deal?"
a/n: I can't stop thinking about aki.. what has my life come to (˚☐˚”)/ oh also lmk if you guys like this type of format or should i just die
aki
kisses are always slow and deliberate. he rarely initiates in public, preferring quiet, private moments.
aki is usually calm and composed, but when it comes to kisses, he gets slightly shy if it’s unexpected.
he tends to kiss softly, like he’s trying to communicate a sense of reassurance rather than passion.
if he is embarrassed, he might clear his throat, look away, or mumble something awkward, but he’ll always linger close to you.
he sometimes shows his affection through small gestures: holding your hand, brushing your hair from your face, or resting his head against yours.
the rain had been tapping softly against the window for the past hour, a rhythmic lullaby that made everything feel still. you sat curled up on the couch, a blanket draped over your shoulders, while aki leaned against the armrest, watching you with quiet attentiveness. there was something comforting about his presence—steady, calm, like the storm didn’t touch him at all. you shifted slightly, and his hand reached out instinctively, fingers brushing against yours.
“you’re cold,” he murmured, voice low, and without waiting for an answer, he tugged the blanket over the both of you. you could feel the heat of his body radiating through your arm, and a small, nervous smile tugged at your lips. aki’s gaze flickered down at your face, hesitation in his eyes. then, slowly, he leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead, soft enough to make you shiver.
you looked up at him, cheeks warm. “aki…” you whispered, unsure if you wanted him to stop or keep going. his lips brushed against yours this time, tentative, almost shy. it wasn’t rushed or urgent, just… quiet. thoughtful. the way he stayed just long enough to let you feel the care behind it, but not so long that it became overwhelming made your heart squeeze.
when he pulled back, he rested his forehead against yours, exhaling softly. “I like being close to you,” he admitted, voice barely audible above the hum of the rain. you reached up, threading your fingers through his hair, and he allowed a small, unguarded smile. in that moment, nothing else mattered. the storm, the buzzing traffic, seemed so small; it was just you and him, in the quiet intimacy that felt like home.
denji
denji is impulsive and passionate; he’ll kiss you when he’s feeling excited, nervous, or he just can’t help himself.
he gets flustered if you kiss him first, often scratching the back of his neck or mumbling awkwardly.
loves messy, hungry kisses—sometimes biting your lip—but also enjoys soft, lazy kisses when he’s just relaxing with you.
shows affection through physical closeness: draping himself over you, holding your hand, hugging you from behind.
likes teasing you a little, but it’s always affectionate; he’ll grin when you scold him after a bold kiss.
the evening air was sticky and thick, the kind that made every minute feel slower than it actually was. denji sat on the edge of the rooftop, legs dangling over, while you perched beside him, trying not to fidget with the hem of your shirt. he kept stealing glances at you with a wide shit-eating grin. finally, he broke the silence. “you’re really quiet tonight.”
“I’m… thinking,” you responded, looking at the city lights sprawled below. denji scoffed softly, more amused than annoyed. without warning, he grabbed your hand, lacing his fingers with yours, and tugged you a little closer. “you think too much,” he muttered, brushing a strand of hair from your face. then, before you could respond, he leaned in and kissed you—full-on, no warning, teeth bumping yours slightly, as he grinned against your lips.
your eyes widened, cheeks burning, and you tried to push him back—just a little—but denji wasn’t letting go. “what gives? you don’t like it?” he teased, voice muffled against your mouth. you could only squeak a flustered “denji…” as he laughed softly, pulling you into his chest. he kissed you again, slower this time, yet still a little awkward, his hands settling around your waist like he wasn’t planning to go anywhere.
when he finally pulled back, just enough to rest his forehead against yours, his smile softened. “you’re warm,” he said simply, shrugging like it was the most casual observation in the world. but you could see the way his eyes shone, the faint flush on his cheeks betraying how much he cared. and when you rested your head against his shoulder, he muttered, almost shyly, “don’t leave me, okay?” you nodded, heart racing, because deep down all you could think was ‘how could I ever leave you?’
angel
physical contact is dangerous due to his power as a devil, so he avoids direct skin-to-skin touch. he prefers kisses with barriers—like over clothing, gloves, or sometimes using objects like a scarf to press your lips against his.
he’s emotionally intimate, often expressing care through words, eye contact, or hovering close, just out of reach.
angel gets nervous if you try to hold him, embarrassed but secretly loving the affection.
he enjoys teasing with kisses near your lips or brushing his forehead against yours.
you leaned against the wall of the dimly lit room, heart hammering against your chest as angel hovered just inches away. his eyes flickered nervously to your face, lips parted slightly as if he wanted to say something, but the tension between you was palpable. the air felt thick, the kind that made you acutely aware of every shallow breath, the faint scent of his hair, the rustle of his clothing as he shifted. you reached out, wanting to brush your hand along his cheek, and he flinched slightly.
“I can’t,” he whispered, voice low. “not like that. you can’t touch me.” you nodded, swallowing hard, understanding the danger but longing for the closeness anyway. angel stepped a fraction nearer, stopping just short of touching you. instead, he leaned forward, brushing his forehead against yours. the contact was fleeting, safe, but enough to make your stomach twist with bittersweet ache.
then, carefully, he pressed his lips to yours over the fabric of your scarf, the barrier dulling the kiss. you felt the warmth of him seeping through the thin layer, every second drawn out with longing. his hands hovered near yours, tense but never touching—he wanted to hold you, to pull you close, but the risk was too high. you gripped the scarf tightly, pressing back just enough to let him know you understood—it was enough.
when he finally pulled back, his eyes met yours with a sense of relief. “I wish I could do more.” you tugged at the edge of his sleeve, and he let out a breath he didn’t realize he had been holding in. “it’s enough,” you whispered, and he nodded, leaning close again, just barely close enough.
whispers in your ear while he fucks you slow. Always close. Always quiet. Always in that low, smooth voice that ruins you.
“You're taking me so well… that’s it, baby. Just like that.”
loves it when you ride him. His head tilts back against the pillow, hands gripping your thighs tight, letting you set the pace until he suddenly snaps his hips up, making you cry out.
“Thought you were in control, huh? Keep going then.”
eye contact kink. He wants to see you come undone.
He’ll hold your face with one hand, his thumb stroking your cheek as he murmurs,
“Look at me. Want to see how pretty you are when you come.”
aftercare is silent but overwhelming.
Lighting you a cigarette while you catch your breath.
Pulling you into his chest, resting his chin on your head, whispering,
“You okay? …Good girl.”
this chapter will also contain nsfw content so 18+ only. content: morning sex, edging, free use, exhibitionism
It’s the morning after and you wake up to Makima staring at you.
“Good morning, sweetheart,” she says stroking your face
“Y-you stayed,” you say surprised
“Yes, I felt tired after the events of last night and decided you wouldn’t mind if I stayed,” she says shrugging her shoulders
“O-oh, yeah, I don’t mind one bit,” you say honestly
You stare at each other for a moment and Makima leans down and kisses your lips softly. A strong juxtaposition to how she treated you last night.
You melt into her form as she pulls you closer.
You both get more into the kiss and Makima gets on top of you.
She moves down your body, placing small kisses from your neck, down the valley of your breasts, your stomach and your thighs.
She lifts your legs over her shoulders as she had last night, only this time she was placing slow, sensuous kisses on your inner thighs. Never going for your most intimate place. She gets close to it, building up your anticipation, but never gives it attention.
You stare down at her, lightly biting your lip as you feel that swelling feeling building in your core.
She meets your gaze and a small smirk makes its way across her lips.
Her focus goes back to your inner thighs and kisses, then lightly sucks at the skin, up and down, going from one thigh to the other.
Your back arches and you lift your hips. You graze her lips a bit and she lets out a small chuckle.
“So eager, y/n”, she says, then laughs
“Okay~ I’ll give into you.”
You feel the warmth of her mouth as she approaches to savor your taste. She lets out a small breath causing you to jolt a bit from the sensation.
Her tongue explores you while moments of last night flash through your mind and you become more aroused with every lick, suck and nip that she does.
Unlike last night, she lets you grind into her face and you feel yourself grow closer and closer to your orgasm. She knows it’s coming too and she stops.
“M-Makima…p-please..I’m s-so close,” you say through heavy breaths
“I know~, but it’s time we get ready for work,”she says and leaves you in the room by yourself
She comes back for a quick moment and pops her head in the doorway.
“Oh and don’t touch yourself,” she says and heads to the bathroom to get ready
You get up and head to the bathroom, still feeling yourself throbbing. Your body basically begging for more pleasure.
“Mind if I join you,” you say to her
“Not at all, I mean I have seen every part of you already,” she says before getting in the shower
You admire her while she has her back turned to you as she faces the water. Scanning down her body, you take in every curve. She was so perfect you just couldn’t take it.
“Y/n” she says and it causes you to come out of your trance
She turns to face you.
“I can feel you staring,” she says
You grab her face and start kissing her passionately. She pulls you closer, hands running up your waist and back slowly as she deepens the kiss. Small moans escaping from both of you.
She grabs your hair, pulling you away from her. Heavy breathing filling the air. She looks in your eyes and lets out a small, breathy laugh.
“You’re so fucking precious,” she says and kisses you again
Her hands move back down your body, making her way to your clit.
She starts making slow circles with her fingers and moves up and down the slit of your lips, never entering you. Pleasure taking over your body, you tilt your head back and Makima starts kissing and sucking your neck and collar bone.
She finally enters you and a gasp escapes your mouth. The sounds of you squelching around her fingers fill the shower along with your moans.
“You feel so good, baby~,” she says
She joins your lips again, her fingers still pumping in and out of you. She slips her tongue in your mouth, deepening the kiss.
You feel yourself getting close again…and she stops.
“Time to get out,” she says and then shuts off the water
She gets out of the shower and leaves you standing there speechless. You take a moment to register what just happened.
You get out of the shower and wrap a towel around yourself. You head to your room to get ready and you see your clothes for the day have been taken out of your closet and placed on your bed, only in place of pants there was a skirt and a note placed on top.
“Wear this skirt and don’t you dare put on any panties.”
A blush creeps across your face and then you bite your lip. You’ve never done anything like this before, but something about Makima made you want to take risks like this one.
You get dressed and head out into your living room where Makima is playing with your pet, while waiting for you.
She notices you enter the room.
“Ready,” she’s asks, standing up from the couch
“Y-yes,” you answer shyly
“Well, let’s go then,” she says and leads the way out the door
You say bye to your pet and lock the door. You both enter the car and make your way to work.
Once you reach the office, everyone notices that you and Makima enter together.
“You and Makima have a night cap,” Himeno asks
Before you could react, Makima steps in.
“No, I happened to see y/n on my way in and gave her a ride. Even if I did have something going on with her, it’s none of your business,” she says and walks into the building
You all watch after her.
“Are you all coming or not,” Makima asks
You all rush to the door of the building, as to not irritate Makima further. You all follow her to her office where she assigns everyone to their jobs for the day, you on the other hand were told to stay because she needed you.
“Ms. Makima, what do you need me to do,” you ask from across the room
She places her elbows on the desk and rests her hands under her chin.
“First, I need you to come over here,” she says
She watches as you make your way across the room and stand in front of her desk. She gets up and stands behind you.
“Bend over,” she softly says in your ear
“E-excuse me,” you say taken aback
“Bend. Over. Now,” she says, more assertive
Reluctant, you bend over her desk. She smiles.
“That’s a good girl~,” she says
She bends to lift your knee length pencil skirt over your ass to reveal that you’re not wearing underwear.
“Such an obedient little thing~”
She smiles while admiring you.
“Spread your legs,” she instructs
You do as she says, feeling yourself spreading open slightly.
Makima inserts her fingers into you cause you to jolt and release a small moan.
“Mmm so warm.~ Wish I could bury my face in there, but we’re gonna have some fun today,” she says, then walks around her desk and reaches into one of her drawers
Although you’re bent over the desk, you can’t see what she pulled out.
She stands behind you again and you feel something small enter you. She pulls down your skirt and walks back around her desk to sit in her chair.
“Stand up,” she instructs
You follow as you’re told.
“Ms. Makima, w-what did you put in me,” you ask
“It’ll be your best friend for the day~. Something I can use to keep edging you whenever I want and when I want you, I can have you~,” she says
You feel the pressure inside and watch as Makima picks up her phone. A surprised look is now on your face once you feel the pulsing vibration coming from your lower region.
“I very well couldn’t have you out in the field like this and seeing you struggle to hide your pleasure would be such a delight to watch,” she says
She takes a seat in her chair and picks up one of the files on her desk to read.
“M-Ms. Makima, h-how am I-”
“Supposed to work like this? You’ll figure it out,” she says cutting you off
She’s about to go back to the files on her desk when she turns her attention back to you
“You may leave now,” she says
You turn around and take your leave, heading to your desk. You feel the vibrations stop.
You had your own paper work to do from jobs you had done but had yet to finish with the amount of work you had outside of the office.
An hour passes once you’ve finished your paperwork and you sit up to stretch your back when you suddenly feel that buzzing sensation again. It was bad enough you had been squeezing around this vibrator all morning, but now to feel it buzzing again, you couldn’t take it.
As you’re about to reach your peak, the buzzing stops and you could just feel the smirk going across Makima’s face. You try to control your breathing, as it had quickened, but even taking deep breaths was hard as you were afraid you might cum right in your chair.
Makima stands in the doorway of where all the desks are for the team and watches your flushed face.
She knocks on the doorway and everyone looks.
“Y/n, come with me please. We have some errands to run,” she says
You slowly get up and walk over to her.
Once you get to her, you say breathlessly
“How long have you been standing there?”
“Just long enough to see you collect yourself, I would’ve loved to see you squirm though. To see you try and hide the fact that your cunt is full and you can’t stop thinking about me,” she says in your ear
You stand there speechless
“Come along now y/n,” she says as she walks away
You follow after her and join her in the staircase.
She keeps a steady pace ahead of you, until you’re outside. She opens the passenger door to her car, allowing you to get in first.
She gets in, puts on her seatbelt and takes out her phone. She opens the app for the vibrator and starts it up again, only this time she turns up the vibration.
“M-Ms. Makima p-please…how long w-will you keep me l-like this,” you say
“Until I’m ready,” she says coolly
“A-and h-how long will that be,” you say shakily
She picks up her phone and plays with the vibration controls, up and down and up again.
You let out a moan and then the vibrations stop again.
“Undo your seatbelt,” she commands
You do as your told
“Lift up your skirt,” again, she commands
You’re hesitant, but again, you follow directions
“Now, open your legs and show yourself to me,” she says
You’re a little more apprehensive to do this, so you hesitate
“Ms. Makima, w-we’re in a parking lot,” you say nervously
“I’m aware,” she says
She gets closer to you
“But I didn’t ask you to tell me where we are, I asked you to show yourself to me, so be the good girl I know you can be.~ Spread your legs. Show me your cunt,” she says
You move your hands down to the hem of your skirt and your nerves almost take over, so you slowly lift your skirt until it meets your hips and you spread your legs as you’re told.
Feeling how wet you were made you even more horny, if that was even possible.
Makima lets out a small laugh of satisfaction.
“Look at you~ soaked and clenching, aching for pleasure,” she says
“M-Ms. Makima, I’m not sure how much longer I can hold out,” you say
“Aww, my little lamb is so needy…show me how bad you want it. Show me how bad you want to cum,” she says
You see the look in her eyes and you know exactly what she means.
“R-right here? I-in public,” you ask
“Mhm,” she says seductively,“show me baby. How bad do you want me?”
You know this won’t stop unless you do what she tells you or at least you hoped you would stop being edged and finally experience the release you’ve been craving since this morning.
You slowly move your hand down to your center and you feel how wet you’ve been. You needed to touch yourself.
You adjust yourself and put your foot on the center console of the car to give yourself more room to play.
You start slowly teasing your clit and a moan releases from your mouth.
“Finally. FINALLY,” you thought to yourself
It felt so good that you couldn’t help, but crave more.
You move down to where you had been filled and replaced the toy with your fingers.
Release. Sweet release was so close with each stroke of your fingers. You wanted to desperately to cum that you didn’t care about where you were or how you’d be punished later if you came right now.
Makima let out a small, cunning giggle
“My needy girl,” she said with a smile,“keep going.”
You saw the glimmer in Makima’s eyes and could feel her excitement as she watched you. Watched you squirm and bite your lip and throw your head back.
Your movements become more desperate the closer you get to orgasm.
Makima takes your hand and sucks on your fingers, savoring the taste of you.
“Get in the back,” she says
You climb in the back seat from the front and lay down. Makima moved to the back as well and placed one of your feet on the floor, while one was on the seat.
Makima spread you open and latched onto you. Eating you like you would be her last meal. Your moans filled the air as she tasted you and teased you clit with her thumb, making slow, calculated circles.
You needed her deeper…harder.
You put your hand on the back of her head and grind yourself into her. She pulls you closer.
You let out more moans and small, desperate yeses and finally you cum.
“Mm,” Makima says with a small giggle at the end
“You’re shaking…exactly how I wanted you. You look so beautiful when you’re a mess,” she ends
You’re still heavily breathing and trying to recover when she says,“Don’t think that was the end, there’s plenty more for you to experience later.”
“Get yourself ready to go back inside,” she says and then kisses your forehead
“You did so well for me, doll.”
I took WAY too long to finish this, BUT it’s finished and I hope you all enjoyed. If you guys want more of this series, just let me know!
