um so the aki thirst i've been working on has turned into a full blown smut thing so like, here's a little blurb so yall understand the grip this man has had on me all week
oh no.
this can’t be happening. you’ve come out of your room in a plain black tank top and grey shorts and aki always thought that chasing the gun devil was going to do him in but it might be you that gets him first.
you’ve changed into a sleek black tank top that clings to you. the v-shaped neck is tastefully deep and trimmed with lace that perfectly highlights your now very exposed sternum. that would be enough to have aki turning tomato red, but you’ve also slipped into a pair of loose grey cotton shorts. aki catches a peek at the soft skin of the tops of your thighs before he’s tearing his eyes away. he feigns interest in your drapes and tries to get a handle of his hammering heartbeat before you notice.
you’ve probably just changed into your pajamas to get comfortable, he tries to reason with himself. he’s overreacting, probably. the thought that you’ve put on such revealing clothes for him would be too much for him to confront, slightly tipsy as he is.
you breeze past where he’s sat, heading straight for the kitchen. as you bend over to rummage through your fridge, aki takes advantage of the opportunity to stare at the unbroken line of the back of your legs. he takes in the shape of taut skin over your hamstrings, the curve of your calf, the taper of your achilles. it’s shameless, he knows. he’s so attracted to the sight of you it feels sinful.
you find your ice cream, hidden behind a bag of frozen veggies, and cheer as you wave it at him. aki jumps, broken out of his state of hypnosis. he stares at his hands hard, trying to be respectful and quit fucking ogling at you. he hears you root through a drawer for a bit before you’re flopping next to him on your little couch. you plop your bare legs into his lap, and he barely manages to pull his hands out of the way (even with his devil hunter reflexes). he shores up his courage to look up at you and oh, this won’t end well.
you’ve only brought one spoon back with you. it’s hidden in your mouth, concealed by an unfairly pretty smirk. you pull it out of your mouth and lick the remaining sweetness off your lips like the cat that got the cream.
“wanna bite, aki?” you’ve pressed the edge of the spoon against his lips before he has a chance to say anything. he opens his mouth and accepts, hoping that whatever devil you have a contract with doesn’t allow you to read minds. he doesn’t want you to know that every cell in his body is sizzling with anticipation over the innocent act of sharing a spoon with you.
you lean in close, and study his face. “good, right?”
aki nods, and swallows. you tuck another spoonful of the sugary confection into your mouth, batting your lashes at him. enough.
aki’s speaking before his brain has a chance to catch up. “this is a date, right?”
you smirk as you dig at a chocolate chip in your pint. “well, i thought so. you don’t want it to be a date?”
“i thought, you know. you didn’t want to date me.”
“i don’t think i ever said that.”
“well you were very clear. about not dating anyone from public safety.”
you shift, until you’re nose to nose with him. aki feels like a little dog, staring into the drooling maw of a wolf he never saw coming.
“aki,” you call him like a stray, “i wanted for us to be on equal terms.” one of your hands comes up to brush his cheek, light as a feather. your fingertips are cold from the forgotten ice cream container. “you’re not my coworker anymore, are you?”
he speaks without thinking, eager to please. “no.”
“did you want tonight to be a date?”
“yes.”
your hand presses against his face, cradling one side of his jaw. you tilt your head, just by a few degrees. he watches as the corners of your lips quirk up again. “would you like to kiss me?”
all he can do is nod. the anticipation is heavy in his throat. if he tries to speak, he knows all he’s going to be able to manage is an embarassing whimper.
“okay then,” your thumb rubs at his cheek affectionately, “go ahead.”