The Heat of Caution || Akitaru Obi
author note: I’m down bad for Obi, so naturally I would make it that he’s down bad for you. @rahuratna, @radish-breath, @valleyofwater and I were thirsting hard in the server (JOIN HERE!!) so please enjoy what came of it. I did this while baking so I apologize if it’s rushed at the end yikes.
rating: nsfw/18+/mdni - heavy on the mdni
word count: 2,800 ish
warnings: raw sex (wrap it irl), cunnilingus, I like the word cock a lot, horny obi
@steviebbboi for the banner. thank you ꨄ︎
Akitaru Obi was down BAD for you and desperate for another interaction. Every fleeting touch, every waft of your scent, eavesdropping on every conversation when he was in your vicinity just to satiate his auralism for the time being left him needing more. Don’t get him wrong, he wasn’t necessarily obsessed. Obi would never do anything to hurt you, in fact he wanted to do just the opposite.
He wanted to hear your pretty purrs when his hand dipped underneath your pants and his thick, rough fingers slipped between your slick folds. Wanted to feel how soft and velvety your mouth was wrapped around his cock. Needed to hear his name fall from your lips as he bottomed out inside of you, feeling you claw against his back as he folded your body in half so he could watch every expression that he elicited.
It’s not like you were a stranger to him and that almost made it worse for Obi. You didn't withhold from touching him, letting your hand graze the muscles on his arm every time you spoke. He wanted so badly to forgo the whole dating process and make you his carnally, but alas he was a gentleman. He knew what you deserved and he’d be damned if he didn’t give you the world, he just didn’t know where to start.
On the other hand, you thought you had made it pretty obvious to the Captain how much you liked him. You tried to make sure you excessively touched him, laughed while twirling your hair at almost everything he said and told him how funny he was any time he came in. It felt hopeless though because he just did not seem to pick up on any hints you were dropping.
You knew the Special Fire Forces worked dangerous jobs, but you saw Obi more than anyone. It seemed like almost every week he was coming in for new personal protective equipment because one of his had been damaged or lost.
The large man walked in sporting his orange jumpsuit, tied at his waist with a tight black shirt clinging to his form. “Good morning, Ms. y/l/n! My shield was damaged in the fight in town square last night so I figured I’d come down and get a new one.” He said with a glint in his eye. You looked up from the paperwork you were filling out and gave him a smile, “Sure thing Captain Obi. Go ahead and leave it at the front desk and I’ll send the new one with Lieutenant Hinawa when he comes in for the fit testing for your uniforms.”
He waved his hand at you while chuckling, “Stop with the formalities! Call me Akitaru.” You felt the twinge in your core, “You know, since I’m here we might as well do the fit testing! Save yourself and Takehisa some time.” He said sporting a big, cheesy smile with his hands on his hips.
Narrowing your eyes at him, you pushed the paperwork aside while smirking. “I suppose that’d be a wise decision, and I can’t tell the Captain no can I?” Obi let out a laugh. “No you cannot!”
As you came around your desk, Obi took note of the slim black pencil skirt hugging your curves, a tight white button up top adorning your torso. He turned with you towards your door and felt your finger tips brush against his upper arm, “You know where to go so I’ll let you lead the way, Akitaru.” His brain felt like it was going to short circuit between hearing his name fall from your lips, feeling your fingers against his hot skin and seeing your plump body accentuated by your formal attire.
“Oh- I- uh. Yeah, Yeah of course.” He stuttered before leading the way towards the PPE fitting room.
His breath was hot on the inside of his suit, his dick straining against his underwear after you so intimately watched him get changed out of his jumpsuit and into his infernal fighting suit. Of course it was just for safety purposes. You know, to make sure the fabric didn’t rip or anything in the process.. Totally not to watch his muscular appendages flex without anything to hinder the view.
Durability tests were performed to ensure the integrity of the suit during combat, then came the final fit check to guarantee the suit fit accurately to his body. You couldn’t do this with everyone's suits, but considering they submitted their measurements monthly to accommodate for physique changes you could allow for single suit fit checks every 6 months or so. Luckily for Captain Obi, he got to be the model this time.
After instructing him to T pose with his legs spread, you began checking the crevasses of his under arms to certify there were no tears or significant gaps between the fabric and skin. Obi felt his cheeks heat up when he suddenly realized where else you would have to check; his groin.
You pulled away and gave him an awkward smile, “So, the next part… I kind of have to check,” you pointed downward, “in your uh.. Nether regions.”
Thank Sol his helmet and mask were covering him and you couldn’t watch his cheeks flush further. He cleared his throat and did his best to sound calm and collected though he was quite the opposite, “Y-yeah of course! Gotta make sure the suit is up to par. N- no problem there, Ms. y/l/n.”
You rolled your eyes and smiled for real, “You’re up my ass about formalities but you’re still calling me that? You know my first name is y/n so please feel free to call me by it.”
He nodded behind the helmet and mask, “Sounds good, y/n.” And oh did you feel like your knees were going to give out.
When you crouched down to begin performing the inspection, Obi’s dick strained once again against his underwear. He wasn’t a man who prayed often, but right now he was praying hard that whatever being was out there would make sure you didn’t see or feel his rock hard erection for you. His prayers must have been heard because you didn't hesitate or stutter a single time. Little did he know, you were doing your best to avoid letting your excitement run down your thighs.
Akitaru Obi was a man who had a fairly large rapport with those around him, and seemingly an even larger stature and personality. At a whopping 6’2” tall and 238lbs in weight, he was far taller than your small height. You didn’t weigh too much less than him and you wondered if he was into plumper women, and if he was you pondered how he handled them. His hands and his feet were substantial, it made you fascinated with the concept that his member was just as sizable.
He snapped you out of it, literally, but humorously by snapping in your face. “Hey space cadet, I was wondering if you were free tonight. There’s a bar that does covers of different rock songs Wednesday nights. I know it’s mid week and you totally don’t have to but I think it would be fun!’
You squinted and jabbed your finger into his chest, “Is Akitaru Obi asking me out on a date perhaps?” He smiled at you and lowered his head to meet your line of sight better, “Perhaps I am, if she wants to go out with me?”
There was a moment of silence before you bit your lip and spoke, which didn’t go unnoticed by him. “I would love to. Can you pick me up at eight?”
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A little black cocktail dress may have been a little presumptuous for the occasion, but that obviously didn’t matter when you opened the door to his heart eyes looking you up and down.
He was dressed in black jeans, with a blue button up with sleeves rolled up that hugged his arms, how yummy.
You opened the door and offered for him to come into your quaint little apartment, taking a mental image of how well those pants hugged his ass.
Your walls littered with certificates and achievements from Tokyo’s Health Organization. The entertainment center that sat below your tv on the far side of the room was covered in pictures of you and your family members throughout the years.
Obi paused to admire them while you put on your shoes, “Wow, looks like there’s a lot of love behind these photos.” You smiled gently while adjusting the straps, “Yeah, lots of love and laughter. Kind of cheesy but my moms favorite quote is, ‘Live, Laugh, Love.’ I hated it growing up, it felt so cringy to say but the older I’ve gotten the more I’ve come to admire it.”
You stood up straight and smoothed your dress. “How does it look? Is it too much?”
He came face to face with you, his lips inches from yours and you could feel him hesitate. “No, I think you’re perfect. And I mean that wholeheartedly.” He didn’t want to sabotage the night. He genuinely wanted to take you out and listen to music, have some drinks, enjoy your company but he felt this lewd desire to keep you to himself tonight. He wanted to be the first and only person this evening to see you in this dress.
As Obi’s thoughts tumbled on, you softly pressed your lips to his. As he closed his eyes he could have sworn he saw fireworks. Grabbing the side of your face with one hand, and pressing your lower body into his with the other he deepened the kiss. Sliding his tongue against your lips, begging for you to allow him entrance.
When you obliged he felt his already hardened cock twitch with desire. “I- I can’t y/n.” he gasped as he pulled away from you before kissing you again, “I need you. I can’t wait anymore. I’ve thought about you, fantasized about you for months.. Please just let me make you mine.” “I’m yours, all yours.” You moaned as he began to trail kisses down your neck.
Akitaru was a man of taste, he would never leave hickeys or bite marks where someone could see them, so of course he followed the ‘collarbone and below’ rule. However, that did mean that whatever skin wasn’t visible with clothes on was game for him to do whatever, and oh was he going to.
Dropping to his knees, he ascended to your chest and began to nip and suck for just a moment before dipping below your bra and attaching his lips to one of your nipples. He swirled his tongue over the nub while simultaneously pinching and twisting the other. Your head flew back and you grabbed a handful of his hair, “A-akitaruuuu please. Can we please go to my room?”
Naturally, he picked you up in a firefighter style, “Where to miss?” You giggled as you slapped his ass, “Third door on your right!”
He gently set you on your feet in front of your bed before initiating another heated makeout session. However, when his hands began to wander this time he was slipping your straps down your arms and between kisses asked you, “Are you sure this is okay? I don’t want to move too fast.” You shook your head, “Never too fast. I’ve needed you for so long too.”
That was all he needed to hear from you before he was pushing the dress past your waist and hips as well, leaving you in the strategically matching bright red lacey panties and bra. “All this for me huh?” “Well of course.. I was hoping that at some point I would get lucky tonight” You winked.
Obi groaned as he cupped your tits and unclasped the back. Pushing you backward until your the backs of your knees hit the bed and you were forced to sit, he began groping and kneading your plush thighs. “Can’t decide if my favorite thing tonight is going to be tasting your pussy or getting to shove my cock inside of you.” You gasped at his words as you fell back onto your elbows.
He unbuttoned both his shirt and pants and threw them aimlessly somewhere in the room before making a show of pulling his boxers down, letting his cock spring free and slap his stomach. Your eyes widened as you realized that your assumptions about his length were true. Not only was he a good long but he was deliciously thick.
The wait for him was agonizing as he pulled your panties from your core and down your legs. There was a strand of slick connecting you to them and he let out a deep moan thinking about how sweet you must taste.
He parted your legs and kissed from your knee down to where you needed him most, savoring every little noise you made. He proceeded to lick a stripe from your slit to your clit before attaching his mouth to your little bundle. Swapping between licking and sucking, moving between clit and your sopping cunt he spent close to an hour edging you. Watching you intently, listening closely and pulling away just as your chest began to heave and your words became incoherent.
He just wanted to savour your taste and feed his auralism. I mean, could you blame the guy when you sounded so needy and desperate?
“Please. Please let me c-cum. I can’t handle it a-anymore.” You managed to gasp out, “Need to cum so I-I can have your cock.”
You felt him smirk against you as he hoisted your legs up and dove straight in. He made quick work with his tongue against your sensitive bundle. As you went to grab his hard you looked down to find him watching you and that was it. The coil in your stomach popped as your orgasm came crashing over you.
Kitten licking you gently to prolong your orgasm, but making sure to stop when signalled to avoid causing you any pain from overstimulation.
He crawled up your body, kissing and nipping as he went until he was face to face with you. Lowering himself, he connected his lips with yours and pushed his tongue in your mouth to make you taste yourself, “Delicious, aren’t you?”
He then sat up and spat on his hand before rubbing it up and down his length a few times. Leaning back over you he whispered in his ear, “Gonna stretch your cunt out and ruin you for anyone else.” You gasped and with those words he reached between your legs and spread your folds. He eased his tip into you, resting his elbows on either side of your head and caging you in. The stretch was tantalizing and erotic, both of you moaning, groaning, and gasping together in unison.
You wiggled your bottom to signal you were ready for him to move and he chuckled in your ear, letting his lips graze the shell of it. “Greedy girl huh?” “Mmmm… yess”
It felt neverending as he just kept inching himself in, you swore you were going to split in half from his size. You felt wonderfully full when he bottomed out and let out a lewd groan into your ear.
Another coil began to twist as he began a damn near ruthless pace, ensuring he bottomed out every single time. He dragged one of his hands down your body to find a perch on your hip and pin you down into the bed.
“Come on baby, give me another one before I fill your pretty pussy up.”
Oh he swears he saw the heavens split open when he felt you tighten and spasm around him, letting the cutest and sweetest whimper while digging your nails into his back.
He felt himself getting closer, and his pace became sloppy to mirror it. Pushing himself up onto his hands to watch you, he grabbed your face and kissed you passionately, dirty and hungry. It was teeth clashing, tongues sliding against one another and he could tell you were giving him all you had for that kiss.
The damn broke in his mind and he fell over the edge, spilling himself into your gummy walls.
Sweaty and panting he fell forward onto his elbows once, giving you a big grin. “I think this is the best way I could have possibly finished my day. Literally, ha!”
You rolled your eyes and squished his cheeks between one of your small hands and kissed him, “You’re such an idiot sometimes.. I love it.”
