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Tobacco Sunburst (18+) Chapter 2

Pairing: Aki x f. reader A/N: I refuse to think back to the horror of 1997 and the ill-equipped lack of technology therefore this fic WILL be using some current tech. Sorry not sorry. Also how many of us are obsessed with this gorgeous man? Because honestly.

Synopsis: A random encounter is the start of a friendship that turns to something more.

Word count: 9,307 (so damn smut heavy with plot I hadnt intended on in the beginning yet here we are)

Chapter: 2/?

Content: fluff, mentions of smoking, (legal) alcohol use, first times, f! loss of virginity, oral sex, penetrative sex, and shenanigans in general, hint of spoiler, mentions of blood

Link to my Ao3

A dull, throbbing pain in your arm makes you wake up. You realize that arm is tucked beneath you while the other is slung across Aki’s middle, and you’ve been using his shoulder as a pillow.

“What’s wrong?” he mumbles sleepily when you sit up.

“My arm hurts,” you explain while looking at the window. It’s still dark. “How long was I asleep for?”

“Not long; maybe like an hour or so.”

“And I left you hanging. Sorry about that.”

“It’s okay.”

“No, it’s not. There’s more I wanted to do.”

“So do it.”

“Okay, but let me take off your shirt first.”

He sits up just enough for you to tug off the sleep-warmed shirt and you set it behind you. It’s dark and you can’t see everything clearly but being this close to Aki while he’s half undressed feels incredibly intimate, especially after you move in to wrap your arms around his neck and kiss him. His skin feels as soft as his lips and you’re easily distracted by the feel of his muscled back beneath your fingertips.

Soon you nudge him to lie back down and straddle his waist. It seems that Aki likes being intimately touched just as much as you do. He’s quiet as you stroke his face and kiss the prominent knot of his Adam’s apple, just like he’d done to you, but you can hear him inhaling sharply when your tongue licks a tiny stripe over his pulse. There’s a slight hitch in his breathing as you kiss your way down the firm contours of his chest and abs. You don’t need to look far to notice the obvious bulge in his sweatpants; besides it being very close to your face, it’s hard to ignore that very much prominent part of his body.

“Can I?” you ask, hands positioned at his waistband.

“Yeah,” he replies, lifting his slim hips and allowing you to tug his sweatpants and boxers down his legs.

It turns out you were sort of right; beyond a dark thatch of groomed hair shows that Aki is well endowed in the cock department, but it’s actually thicker than you realized. Likely too thick for you to get your hand completely around, veiny and slightly curved upwards.

As much as you want to grab it, you need to work up the nerve to do so and you try to emulate the way Aki massaged your thighs. Almost immediately he relaxes beneath your touch and when you look up, you see that his eyes are closed. He inhales softly when you finally take hold of his cock and just like you suspected, your fingers don’t touch.

The idea of taking something so big is daunting to say the least. Add to the fact that you’ve never given head before but common sense tells you to get your mouth as wet as possible. It seems like your theory is correct because the moment you enclose your lips around his pale, slightly leaking tip, Aki swears and involuntarily thrusts forward. His precum is slightly salty but not unpleasant, and you lick it away before going lower. The deeper you go the wetter everything gets, and it soon reduces Aki to a writhing, moaning state. Sometimes he accidentally thrusts too far into your throat and you do your best to not gag, but soon you both find a rhythm that works.

Letting Aki fuck your mouth is probably one of the hottest experiences you’ve ever had, and you find yourself not caring when your cheeks, chin and lips are completely soaked with saliva. You don’t realize that you’re rocking your naked hips into the mattress, eager to garner friction against your clit. Things get so heated that your scarf falls off at some point, and Aki reaches toward your head but pauses.

“Is it okay?” he asks.

“Yes, just don’t pull too hard. My hair isn’t like yours.”

His fingers are surprisingly gentle as they slide into your hair and settle against your scalp. He gives it a light massage and his touch feels so good that you almost forget about your task at hand, but his cock twitching between your lips is enough of a reminder. Aki is finding it hard to remain still and soon warns in a rough voice that he’s about to come. You keep going, wanting him to fully lose control the way he made you do. His moans have you aroused all over again, and you keep sucking as he jerkily thrusts into your mouth while shooting his release onto your tongue. It doesn’t taste horrible but you swallow what you can while the rest spills down his shaft.

“Fuck,” he wheezes once he’s able to catch his breath. “That was too fucking good. Just give me a minute to catch my breath and clean up and I’ll get you some water, unless you want something else.”

“Water is fine.”

Your eyes are treated to the sight of Aki’s naked form when he gets out of bed and clicks on your floor lamp to find his underwear. When he leaves your room, you’re struck over the fact that him standing in your little kitchen barely dressed is incredibly intimate, but it’s an idea you could get used to. More scenarios are running through your mind when he returns, and you pause them to take the glass and drain it in a few gulps. When you lean across Aki to put the empty glass on your bedside table, the position leaves your crotch pressed against his thigh.

“Oh shit, you’re drenched,” he murmurs, steadying a hand against your hip and bringing the other between your legs.

“Which is entirely your fault,” you bite out, flailing a bit when his fingertip glides across your stiffened clit. “I had no idea I would get turned on from giving you head.”

Aki brings you closer by slipping an around your waist. You have the idea that he’s staring at your face, eager to see your reaction as he titillates that sensitive nub but you’re too aroused to directly focus.

His touch manages to bring your own method of masturbation to shame; the little circles drawn around your clit have you clenching and rocking against Aki’s hand. There’s no warning as he quickly brings you to the brink of going over again while you struggle to remain kneeling upright with both arms thrown around his neck for support. He continues rubbing throughout your orgasm, easing up his touch as you slowly come down. You’re still dazed from coming so hard and slump against Aki when his hand shifts. What feels like his ring and middle finger are teasing your entrance and you push back against his hand, letting him know you want more. But there’s a tight burn when he gets his fingers halfway inside and it makes you jerk away from his hand.

“Sorry, does that hurt?”

“Yeah. Can you just use one for now?”

“Sure.”

His middle finger inside you while the heel of his palm presses into and massages your swollen clit is enough to leave you delirious. Aki twists his wrist while thrusting into the heat of your body, marveling at your tight wet walls clamped down on his digit. It’s enough to easily send you over the edge, and your scream gets lost in Aki’s open-mouth kiss. Once your cries taper off into whimpers, you tell him to try two fingers again. The resistance is still there and he doesn’t move his hand while allowing you to set the pace. Eventually there’s a pleasant fullness beneath the slight burn and it’s almost enough to make you want to grab his hand and shove until his fingers are knuckle deep in your pussy. Yet Aki’s fingers are too damn thick for that, and your focus is shot to hell anyway when he curls them into your g-spot. A low whine escapes your lips as Aki starts the process of bringing you to the edge all over again. Moments later you come so hard that Aki’s wrist and forearm are dripping with your juices and there’s a puddle of clear fluid lying in his palm.

“Fuck, I could watch you do that over and over and never get tired,” he comments, staring down in awe at his hand.

“You might never get tired but I would pass out,” you reply, falling to the bed as your weakened legs give out, feeling as though you actually could pass out right now.

Yet Aki isn’t done and by the sixth orgasm, your cunt is puffy and there’s a weird muffled sound in your ears that makes you feel as though you’re underwater. Your body is stuck in a half-reclined position and you can’t move even if you wanted to. Your limbs turn to jelly only after Aki decides to let you rest and slips his fingers from your body.

“Your hands and mouth are dangerous,” you tell him, still panting after collapsing onto the pillow. “Do you see my scarf?”

“Let me dry off and I’ll look.”

Aki’s hand as well as the spot beneath you is drenched, and he apologizes while getting a clean towel for you to lay on.

“Now I see what you meant about it not being fun to sleep in a wet bed,” you tell him through a yawn.

“We should probably get a waterproof sheet,” he replies, rooting around the bedding for your scarf and holding it up when he finds it. You could kiss him after he ties it on for you because you’re still too weak to move, and kiss Aki again when he covers you with the blankets. “I’ll be right back; going for a smoke. Want me to bring you more water or anything?”

“Nah, I’m good. I’ll be here waiting for my cuddles.”

Aki kisses you before standing up, and you watch him slip on his sweatpants and shirt. You’re cold and look for your own shirt, which you see neatly folded and left atop your bedside table. As you slip it over your head, you wonder when he managed to fold it. You close your eyes and began drifting off the moment you lay back down, and when you open them again Aki is settling himself in bed next to you.

“I didn’t mean to wake you,” he says apologetically.

“I tried to wait for you,” you murmur, sighing contentedly when Aki aligns his body with yours and settles an arm around your waist.

“You didn’t have to.”

“I know, but I like to make the most of our time together.”

“Well I’ll be here when you wake up in the morning, so go to sleep.”

“You’re so bossy. Goodnight.”

“Goodnight.”

You and Aki spend another evening watching television, him sitting behind you on the sofa while you recline partially against the sofa and his knee. You’d brought out your little bottle of jasmine-scented camellia oil and Aki took it from you without a word and directed you to sit between his legs. He’d watched you oil your scalp enough that he knew how to do it, though you had to admit that his fingers were way better than yours when it came to massaging it in.

“I never want to do this on my own again,” you told him in a voice that was slurred with relaxation. “Sorry not sorry, but I’m never letting you go.”

“Is that all it took?” he replies dryly, although by now you know when he’s amused. “I’m a cheap date who would have done it for less.”

He never stops gently moving sections of your curls aside to get to your scalp, where he points the dropper and dispenses the perfect amount of oil each time.

“And you say I’m just like a cat,” he comments when you sigh and go limp as his fingers massage your parts.

“Your hands feel good,” you reply unrepentantly, leaning forward so he can get your nape. “Haven’t you ever had someone else wash your hair? It’s almost the same thing.”

“Yeah, probably when I was a kid,” he replies. “Can’t remember if it did anything relaxing though.”

“One day you have to let me I’ll wash your hair for you.”

“Fine, if you insist.”

Some nights end with you two going to bed fully dressed in pajamas, too tired to do anything besides sharing a few kisses and holding hands while falling asleep. Tonight, however, isn’t one of those nights.

You’re completely naked and Aki is still dressed in sweatpants while his weight gently presses you into your futon.

“You know, the idea is a little scary but I keep wondering what this would feel like inside me,” you muse, reaching down to cup his erection through his sweatpants. He pauses to stare at you, as though considering something.

“You really want to do that with me?”

“Is it that surprising? But yes, I do. Why, do you have wings or something hidden in your back and you didn’t tell me?”

“No, no wings or anything like that,” Aki replies with a tiny smile. “Do you have a condom?”

You shake your head and watch as his face turns from mirthful to serious. Despite being half-naked, he still manages to cut an imposing figure by lecturing you. “Hey, you should still make your boyfriends use them even if you’re on the pill.”

“Oh, I’m not on the pill. And I’ve never really had a boyfriend before…”

“That’s worse. You shouldn’t let anyone take advantage of you.”

“Sorry, I’m explaining this badly. I don’t have any condoms because I’ve never needed them. I haven’t…before.”

The situation was sort of embarrassing, having to confess such a thing while having a gorgeous half-naked man kneeling between your splayed thighs. Although you reasoned there was no reason to be ashamed considering that his hands and mouth were already well acquainted with your body.

“Oh, you’ve never…”

“No. The furthest I’ve ever gone was everything I’ve done with you. Although even if I was active, I still wouldn’t be able to afford the pill. I wanted to get on it before so I didn’t die from cramps every month but it’s too expensive here. I hope that’s okay.”

“I don’t mind,” Aki replies nonchalantly as he begins kissing his way across your chest. “Let me know how much you need when you get the chance.”

“How much I need for what?”

“Your medicine.”

“Aki, you can’t pay for that every month,” you protest, and he shrugs.

“If I die, I can’t take my money with me. Might as well be of some use while I’m here.”

“You’re awful. I don’t suppose you have condoms back at your place.”

He shakes his head. “I couldn’t tell you the last time I needed any.”

“I take it it’s been a while.”

“Yeah. Though I still want to make you come.”

“As if I’d say no to that.”

“Mind if we try something different this time?”

“Nope.”

Aki kicks off his sweatpants and directs you to kneel over his face. He spends an inordinate amount of time kissing and sucking on your inner thighs, and soon you’re so worked up that you’re trying to aim your pussy at his mouth. It doesn’t help that his pretty cock is right there in your face, and you find out that it’s easy to deepthroat while in this position.

All the while, Aki is massaging and lightly smacking your ass while playing with your pussy lips, gently kneading and spreading them open to reveal your increasingly slick flesh. The air is cool against your slit and you know you’re likely in danger of wetting Aki’s face, but he doesn’t seem to give a damn. He’s content with taking his time and it feels amazing, yet at the same time you’re desperate for more. Finally you feel his fingertips caressing the outskirts of your entrance while his other hand pulls your ass further into his face, and his lips and tongue capture your clit and gently suckle. The sudden rush of pleasure makes your walls reactively squeeze shut and you moan around Aki’s cock while rocking your hips back and forth, eager for him to go faster. That finger slowly makes its way partly inside your body, lightly and teasingly rubbing your g-spot. That little massage has you bucking your hips against Aki’s face, and you’re caught off guard by an orgasm that comes out of nowhere.

Your cries are muffled by his cock yet makes you suck with more fervor, and soon Aki is straining up towards your mouth. It isn’t long before he’s moaning into your inner thigh as his cock pulsates between your saliva-slickened lips and shoots his release down your throat. He ends up begging for you to stop, claiming that he’s too sensitive. Your brain is still addled with pleasure when you fall onto your back. A quick glance at Aki shows him to have a face shiny with spit and come, just like yours.

“I need a cookie but I can’t feel my legs,” you murmur as you lay motionless with your head close to Aki’s feet.

“I’ll get it when I get your water,” he replies, sitting up and moving you to lay properly in bed.

“Two cookies please.”

Aki returns with your water and cookies as promised, neatly wrapped in paper towel. You take care to not get crumbs in the bed and then stuff the paper towel into your empty glass.

“That was good, thanks. Hey, if you aren’t busy tomorrow want to see a movie?”

“It’s a date,” Aki replies through a yawn, and you know it’s seconds before he’s going to be fast asleep.

Aki gives you money for the birth control pills as promised, yet work keeps him so busy for the next month or so that you barely see him. He still calls you, even if he can only talk for a few minutes but you’ve become spoiled by now and find it hard to sleep alone.

Your only consolation is Aki calling you later that week to tell you he should be home in another day or so. Then two days pass and you don’t see or hear from him. Then a third day. When the fourth comes and you call Aki off and on only to repeatedly get his voicemail, a block of ice forms in your stomach. You don’t get the idea that he got cold feet about you two; Aki was nothing if not honest, and knew he would have said something even if it risked hurting your feelings.

It’s hard to eat, sleep, or merely focus on anything. By the end of the week, you’re going stir-crazy from being in the dark and in need of a distraction. You finish work early and head out to go shopping for groceries. Nothing is out the ordinary when you go outside, and you’re moving on autopilot the entire time. When you’re on the way back home, you pass a few police officers who are clearly talking about some incident, but the words ‘fatalities’ and ‘Devil Hunters’ cause you to nearly drop your bags.

Everything is hastily dumped atop your counter when you make it inside, and you immediately rush to turn on the news. Just as you expect, there was an incident in the middle of the city where multiple citizens as well as Devil Hunters were injured, and a few were reported to be dead.

You knew this was a risk of being with someone in this profession. How many times did Aki point out that he might not make it back home? That was the reality and while you accepted it, it didn’t mean that it didn’t hurt any less.

You feel numb, at the same time you want to scream at the top of your lungs. The only thing you’re able to do is sit dazedly on your sofa and watch the news, wondering if you were going to get a glimpse of black hair in a topknot. You were so distraught that you hadn’t noticed the knocking on your door for the last few minutes.

“Sorry I didn’t call. We were literally trapped for the last few days and one of those fuckers ate my phone.”

“You asshole! Get in here,” you all but cry, snatching Aki past your doorway and throwing your arms around him. He winces yet tries to hide it and you loosen your grip.

His jacket is gone and there’s a purple stain covering the front of his shirt that smells so awful you don’t dare ask what it is. Beneath it all you get a whiff Aki’s sweat, mint gum and cigarettes, a scent you hadn’t realized you missed.

“Should you be a hospital right now?” you ask, wondering if he’s hurt beyond a host of bruises that are hidden beneath his suit.

“I’ve already been checked out,” Aki replies. “I’m just a little banged up but there’s no serious damage.

“You need a bath,” you tell him, angrily wiping away tears once you finally release him from your clutches.

“Sorry. I would have showered before leaving work but I just wanted to get out of there.”

He bends to remove his shoes until you fuss at him to stand still, and stoop down to untie his laces. His trainers are filthy yet you shove them into your shoe cubby in your genkan anyway. Aki then allows you to lead him through your apartment and in the direction of the bathroom.

“Where’s your jacket?” you ask as you stand in front of Aki in the sink room and unbutton his shirt.

“Half-digested and likely disposed of by the cleanup crew by now.”

“Fucking hell. Okay, I need to fill the tub. Think you can get off your pants?”

“Yeah, I can manage.”

It takes you less than a minute to rush to the kitchen where you press the buttons on the little panel above your sink that controls the bath. Aki is completely nude when you return, and his dirty clothes are in a neat heap at his feet. His chest and torso are littered in bruises as you suspected, and white bandages are covering his wrists and forearms.

“I can help you shower,” you tell him, peering at the bandages. “I’m guessing you shouldn’t get those wet.”

“I’ll manage,” he replies, though his blue eyes widen when he sees the apoplectic look on your face.

“So you can get an infection?” you snap, stepping out of your own clothes and pointing to the shower room. “Get your ass in there.”

“Yes ma’am.”

Aki is surprisingly agreeable as you carefully yet thoroughly soap and rinse his body. Now that you’re both in the light and close up to his naked skin, it’s easier to see all the old and new scars mapping his pale flesh and upset is an understatement as to how you feel. Yet you don’t want to put the burden on Aki and force him to give emotional labor when he’s already had yet another hellish ordeal, so you guide him to sit on the shower stool and stand behind him.

“Close your eyes,” you instruct, placing a hand beneath his chin and tilting his head back. You keep a hand against his forehead while wetting his hair, despite Aki telling you that he doesn’t care if his eyes get wet.

“Who’s doing the shampooing here, you or me?”

“You are.”

“Exactly.”

The first dollop of shampoo you use on Aki’s hair is just enough to loosen the dirt and muck, but the second forms a fluffy lather that you take time to massage throughout. You use the pads of your fingers to massage his scalp, slowly dragging them and making little circles at his nape and temples.

“Fuck, that feels amazing,” he practically moans, letting his head fall against your belly.

“See what happens when you listen? I can do this to your back too, just so you know.”

Once you’re done, Aki gets in the bath while you toss his clothes in the wash. After changing into an old tee and sweatpants that he’d left at your place and eating dinner, Aki is sitting on the floor between your knees while you brush his hair. His head keeps bobbing forward despite him telling you that he isn’t tired.

“It’s okay if you go to sleep,” you insist. “It’s obvious you need the rest.”

“But it’s still early.”

“So? Aki, close your damn eyes. By the way, I hope you don’t mind but I want to braid your hair.”

“Go for it,” he mumbles, leaning forward when you begin using a comb to give him a middle part.

You gently guide his head against your knee so you can begin French braiding the right side, and you’ve barely started when you hear a light snore. He’s dead weight against your knee by the time you tilt his head to the other side, and you let him sleep for a bit.

“Aki? C’mon, your neck is gonna hurt if you stay like that.”

Aki stumbles to his feet and allows you to lead him to your bedroom, and he keeps an arm around your waist when you both lay down. You can tell that he’s fighting to stay awake again, so you began toying with the loose hair at his nape that’s come undone from the braids. When your nails lightly scratch his scalp, Aki melts into you and his breathing is deep and steady after a minute.

It feels as though a heavy weight has been lifted from your chest ever since he knocked on your door. He’s alive and safe and in your bed, smelling of your soap, shampoo and toothpaste, and yet a nagging feeling at the back of your mind reminds you that his safety is a fleeting notion. Aki’s life is on the line every time he fights devils, and you don’t want to think about the possibility that each time you see him might be the last. You wish he’d quit that damn job or at least find something that doesn’t involve using his life as currency, but you tell yourself that you have no right to ask such things.

Knowing that still doesn’t stop you from worrying, and it makes you hold onto him all night.

“You can come to my place Friday night for dinner if you aren’t busy,” Aki tells you the next morning over breakfast. He’d been given the week off to rest and recuperate, and you had to force him to stay in bed while you cooked. You relent only when he’s adamant about not drinking his coffee or smoking in your bed, and you hand him a mug along with a lighter and the fresh blue pack of Wild Raven cigarettes you’d bought for him while running errands earlier that week. “Power and Denji are going to be away for the weekend for some video game thing.”

“Oh good. I’ve been curious about your place.”

“I promise you, there’s nothing remotely interesting there not counting my two feral roommates.”

“Still, I’d like to see where you rest your hat. Or katana, rather.”

Aki’s place looks very similar to yours, although you think he might keep house better than you. The kitchen is tidy with jars arranged by size on the counter, and a glance at the fridge shows a shopping list as well as what look like multiple reminders to Denji and Power. All his belongings are neatly tucked away, and you wonder if you’ll see hospital corners on his bed when you go into his room.

“So what do you think now that you’ve seen it?” Aki asks.

“It’s very you,” you reply with a grin. “I think it’s tidier than my place.”

“I’m sure yours is. You don’t have two brats raising hell at any given moment. Do you want a drink? Tea? Beer?”

“Tea please.”

You’re waiting at the chabudai when something fluffy brushes against your arm, and you look down to see an adorable white cat.

“Oh wow! You have a cat? She’s so cute!”

“I don’t have shit,” Aki says in a faux aggravated tone. “That’s Meowy, Power’s furball.”

“Hello, Meowy. Nice to meet you.”

The cat mrrows at you before butting their head against your hand, and you assume she wants to be petted. Your assumptions are right, because Meowy immediately closes her eyes and leans into your hand when you begin stroking her head. When she’s had enough she trots over to Aki and winds herself around his ankles while purring loudly.

“Power’s furball, huh?” you laugh, watching as Aki frowns down at the persistent feline.

“I take it that means you want dinner too,” he says as though he’s talking to a person. In the end he takes out a can and empties it into a dish, stooping to stroke Meowy’s head a bit as she eats.

“That cat has you wrapped around her little paw.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Sure you don’t, Mr. Hayakawa. Unrelated question, but did you get the condoms?”

“Yes.”

“Okay…”

“You seem a little on edge.”

“Probably because I keep thinking about what we’re going to do.”

“I wasn’t planning on jumping on you the moment you got here, you know. I did make us dinner and figured we’d relax for a while. Besides, we don’t have to if you aren’t ready.”

Aki tugs you closer as he speaks and you bury your head against his chest. He smooths a hand over your hair and when you look up at him, he kisses your forehead.

“Whatever you want to do or not do is fine with me. We can watch a movie after dinner or listen to music or just go to sleep.”

His fingers are at the back of your neck, toying with the short curls there and he knows it’s your weakness. It’s enough to soothe your jittery nerves and you’re so relaxed that you go limp against his chest.

“Or I could do this all night,” he suggests and you can hear the mirth in his tone. “But at least let me feed you first.”

“You don’t have to tell me twice.”

Dinner is amazing and you have to threaten Aki with a fight when he tries to block you from washing the dishes. After that he goes onto the balcony to smoke, and you go out with him just to get some fresh air.

“That was the most peaceful dinner I’ve had here in a long time,” he muses while blowing out a plume of smoke that casts a grey shadow against the navy-blue evening sky.

“Are they really that bad?”

Aki draws hard on his cigarette while staring you in the eye. “You don’t know the half of it. Denji is a hormonal teenager who just has tits on his mind, and Power is the equivalent of a five-year-old who lives on a diet of sweets. Eh, they’ve gotten better though but still.”

“They definitely sound lively.”

“That’s an understatement. They made me take them to a hobby shop so they could buy a game. We weren’t home for more than an hour before the board was ripped in half and those damn little pieces scattered across the floor.”

“Is that what that little blue thing was I found under your table? I put it by the tv so Meowy wouldn’t eat it, though I’m not sure if cats eat weird shit the way dogs do.”

“Well she is Power’s cat, so anything is possible.”

Now you’re on the sofa, tucked into Aki with your back to his chest. The television is playing in the background but you’re too focused on the sensation of Aki’s fingers toying with your hair to pay attention. At some point you tilt your head to the side to make him touch your nape again, only this time you feel a warm gust of air brush against your skin and it immediately sends shivers down your spine.

“What’s the matter?” Aki asks when he feels you tremble against him.

“The back of my neck is sensitive too,” you tell him, trying to control your slightly hastened breathing. “I knew the sides were but not the back.”

“Yeah? Let me check.”

Aki neatly gathers your hair in a gentle fist and eases your head forward, and you feel another warm gust only now it feels more deliberate.

“I can smell your cigarette,” you gasp out, back arched and fingers gripping Aki’s thighs from the burst of pleasure.

“Sorry about that. Want me to brush my teeth?”

“Nah, I don’t mind it on you; it’s kind of sexy.”

Aki hums and blows again, and it makes you fight back a moan. You want to press yourself against him while also pulling away, but he tightens an arm around your waist to keep you close. When his tongue darts out to brush against the bit of skin beneath your nape, Aki’s name falls from your lips.

The movie is now forgotten by both of you. Somehow you find yourself on the floor, head cushioned by a zabuton and body weighed down by Aki’s aligned with yours. Your arousal is swiftly climbing and you grab at Aki’s lower back, pawing at his shirt to move it out the way so you can feel his warm skin. He’s all muscle and scars and heat and you eagerly clutch at him, wanting to feel everything.

“Aki, where are the condoms?” you pause to ask between kisses, and he answers with his lips pressed beneath your jaw.

“We’re not doing this out here but they’re in my room, to answer your question.”

“Well I was going to suggest a change of surface anyway; my butt is starting to fall asleep.”

You and Aki waste no time in going to his room, falling to his bed and resuming your make out session. His lips never stray below the neck but you’re dying for him to go lower. He keeps you pressed against him and soon you’re begging him to touch you.

“Can I take off your shr—“ he begins to ask, stopping himself as he watches you sit up, tug your shirt over your head and then hastily go for your bra. You’re in such a hurry that you forget about the tricky clasps on the back of your bra, and Aki puts his arms around you and easily unfastens the thing. “I keep telling you there’s no rush. We have all night.”

You watch him drop your bra atop your shirt beside the bed, and then comply when he nudges you to lie down. The only source of light in the room is a dimly lit floor lamp, and you can see just enough of Aki’s face as he lays alongside you.

“I know you’re nervous and that’s one reason why we can take our time,” he tells you while smoothing his fingers along the tops of your breasts. The sensation is more soothing than enticing, and you easily melt beneath his touch.

“Aren’t you nervous?” you eventually ask, leaning your head closer to Aki’s.

“Yeah, sort of,” he replies hesitantly. “This probably sounds bad but I’ve never really done anything that wasn’t, well, casual. Or rushed, for that matter. Then I met you and for the first time I don’t want to rush; I want to take my time.”

“What about the casual thing?”

“I think we can both agree that this is anything but casual. For starters, I’ve never had a woman in this bed or in this apartment.”

“We have that in common.”

“You’ve never had another woman in your bed or home?”

“You know what I mean, jackass.”

“Yeah, I get you,” he murmurs through a chuckle, still idly tracing his fingertips across your skin.

Aki threads his fingers through yours while leaning down to kiss you again. This time you wrap your legs around him and he ends up with a handful of your thick, denim-covered.

“Aki, take off my pants,” you murmur pleadingly, annoyed by the layers of fabric between you two. “My panties too,” you add when he leaves them in place.

Aki has you stripped naked in seconds and wastes no time dipping his hand between your legs.

“I still can’t believe you get this wet just from us kissing,” he murmurs, peering down to look at the slippery fluid that clings to his fingers in clear strings.

You’re embarrassingly drenched and the sound of Aki sliding his fingertip through it all is audible. Then he slips in a single digit, dragging it along your tender walls and making you cry out. Aki chances a second one and slides them all the way to the third knuckle, but it feels like you’re being pinched and this time you flinch while reaching down to grab his wrist.

“Aki, wait—"

“Hurts?”

“Yeah, could you…” you trail off, tugging his wrist until his fingertips are just beyond your entrance.

Two fingers are still a bit much for you to handle, but when Aki’s thumb finds your clit as he massages your insides, you quickly forget about the discomfort. His mouth is on your tits, teasing your nipples into two stiff points with his tongue in between sucking on your collarbone. All the combined stimulation has you writing and it isn’t long before you’re shrilly moaning while coming apart around Aki’s fingers.

He has to use a tiny bit of force to pull out his fingers, and you’re mortified when you hear the sucking noise. You almost forgot that Aki was still dressed until he stood up from the bed and slipped his shirt over his head. His sweatpants and boxer briefs were next and he rejoined you on the bed. You watched as he withdrew a small box from one of the drawers beneath the shelf to your left. It was obvious what the box contained and that was enough to make you nervous all over again. The sight of his thick cock bobbing in front of him, nearly resting atop your mound was enough to leave you equal parts aroused and anxious. You did your best to control your breathing while listening to the quiet rustle of cardboard followed by the tearing of a wrapper. By the time there was the sound of latex being rolled on, your hands were shaking and you had to grab the sheets to still them.

“Are you cold?” you hear Aki ask, and feel his hand resting atop your knee.

“No,” you tell him, shaking your head. ��Why do you ask?”

“Because I can feel you trembling.”

“I think I’m just nervous again.”

You hear Aki set the box atop the shelf and then his body is aligned with yours. His skin feels hot against yours and you realize it helps quell some of your fears.

“It’s okay if you want to stop.”

“No thank you,” you reply immediately, slipping your hands around Aki’s back.

“So damn stubborn,” he murmurs though his voice is absent of ire. Aki strokes your temple with his thumb while softly pressing his lips to yours and it helps even more. Soon you take the initiative to reach down between you two and angle the tip of his cock at your slick entrance, and you force yourself to keep breathing while waiting for him to move.

That first push forward is gentle enough but the stretch hurts too much, a lot more than you anticipated and it makes you suck in air while throwing your head back and scrambling to grab onto the sheets.

“Sorry,” Aki murmurs, pulling out of you and dropping a soft kiss to your throat. “Do you want to stop?”

You definitely don’t want to stop. Yes, the barest pressure had you shrinking back in pain but at the same time, you’re so aroused that it’s also painful. There’s a nagging sensation of needing to be filled and that need takes precedence over your brain and good sense.

“No,” you murmur in an unsteady voice while trying to ignore the way your mouth is dry with fear. “But can you—I mean, what if you just went fast to get it over with?”

“Won’t that hurt you more instead?”

“I don’t know. I’ve never done this before, remember?”

“Right, dumb question.”

“I just figure it’s like pulling off a plaster; the quicker, the better.”

The false bravado tactics gets you nowhere, because you can tell that Aki remains unconvinced. But he kisses you anyway and begins slightly grinding against you, causing his latex-encased shaft to slide against your slippery cleft. The tip nudges the underside of your clit and feels so good that you relax momentarily, but you flinch when you feel Aki reach down again to align himself with your entrance.

“Easy, pretty girl,” he says, going completely still. “I meant it when I said we could stop.”

“No!” you protest again, throwing your arms around his neck in an effort to quell your shaking hands. “Fuck, I’m scared but that’s why I said to do it fast.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes!”

You’re trying to focus on anything else to distract you; Aki’s soft hair brushing against your cheek, his heart that feels as though it’s beating as fast as yours, his slim yet muscular body pressed against yours. His kiss breaks that focus but then you’re acutely aware of Aki hooking his forearm beneath your knee and guiding it high around his waist.

“Take a deep breath,” he tells you, and you do but you also go rigid without realizing it. “I’m not going to do anything just yet. You were holding your breath and I didn’t want you to pass out.”

“Shit, I didn’t realize.”

“If it’s that awful and you hate it, we’ll stop. Okay?”

“Yeah, okay.”

One minute you feel Aki tilting your hips up against his and bracing himself before surging forward, and the next you experience a fiery, stabbing pain that cuts so deeply you’re unable to breathe for several seconds. You’ve literally ensnared Aki with both arms and legs and don’t realize that you’re sobbing until he’s apologizing while easing his weight to one elbow to wipe away your tears. It takes some time for your eyes to stop watering because the sensation alone of being deeply penetrated is enough to leave you overwhelmed, and the lingering burn has your trembling body wrought with tension.

At the back of your mind you tell yourself that you’re sure you love this man, because he’s repeatedly telling you sorry while calmly guiding you to take deep breaths. He’s started moving again and you can tell he’s taking extra care to move slowly. And while his words don’t have the ability to take away the pinched sensation that lingers whenever he pulls back, they do help you to relax.

“How is it now?” Aki asks when your forearms are no longer threatening to rip off skin from the back of his neck.

“It still hurts a little but it’s also starting to feel good if that makes sense? Though it stings when you pull all the way out.”

“Shit. I’ll be careful.”

Aki is trembling from the effort of keeping his motion in check, and you’re trying to focus on breathing steadily as well as not clenching unnecessarily because it hurts more when you do so. But soon your breathing grows slower and deeper, and your body is becoming tense for new reasons. You cling to his back with unsteady hands, partly because you want him to keep the same pace while at the same time wondering what it would feel like if he were to speed up.

“Can I go faster?” Aki asks, as though he’d heard your thoughts. You tell him yes and he begins thrusting into you at a speed that leaves the tip of his cock nudging perfectly beneath your cervix and causing your thighs to shake. Any lingering pain quickly bleeds into pleasure and it’s almost too much to handle. Moaning while in the throes of climax was one thing, but every glide of Aki’s hips has you crying out uncontrollably to the point where you try to smother the sounds against his chest. That works for a short time, because pleasure takes an unexpected sharp turn and your head tilts back as your body reactively grows tense. You’re squeezing down on his pistoning cock without even trying, and the sensations from the friction is amazing.

However, it’s still not enough.

It feels like you’re on the precipice of something but you’re still learning your body as much as Aki is as well. You know you need more of something, only putting a name to said thing is difficult.

Aki stops moving briefly and you want to whine at the loss, but he remains kneeling upright between your legs. He hooks one forearm beneath a thigh and pushes the other towards your chest. This position is a little too revealing and you want to protest only Aki is reaching down between your legs and stroking your sensitive clit with his thumb. That coupled with the view of his chiseled torso is enough to make you squeeze around him again, and that time it’s enough to send you flying over the edge. This orgasm is deeper and more intense than anything you’ve ever experienced, and you feel it all over your body. You’re coming and crying and Aki keeps fucking and rubbing you throughout that climax.

Everything feels extra sensitive after that, and it’s easier to come again and again. You’re still trying to catch your breath when Aki fluidly rolls onto his back while keeping you against him. You want to protest and point out that you don’t know what the hell to do on top, but he’s inside you again before you get a chance. Despite the change in position he’s still doing all the work, and all you’re able to do is hold on and try to not burst Aki’s eardrums with your screams.

If you come again it just might be the death of you, and that theory is tested when Aki grips your ass and begins plunging into you harder and faster than you can handle. It triggers an orgasm almost immediately only your voice is too worn out, and your mouth is open as if to scream but there’s no sound. Your hands are above your head, threatening to tear Aki’s pillow into shreds as your clenched walls pulsate around him, and he fucks you through it all until he can no longer take it. His hands are threatening to leave bruises on your butt and his too hard, too deep thrusts are making your insides cramp, but it’s worth it when you hear him groaning and cursing into the side of your neck while his cock throbs and empties into you.

You lay panting and clinging to another for a long time, waiting for the after effects of the rushing endorphins to fade from your sweat-covered bodies.

“You okay?” you hear Aki ask as he rests a hand on the back of your head.

Your mouth is dry and you’re exhausted, and all you can do is nod. The sound of Aki’s heart is thumping away beneath your ear and it’s comforting.

“Hey, are you falling asleep?” he asks.

“Yes, and it’s your fault.”

Aki chuckles and runs his hand across your upper back. “You can’t be comfortable like that.”

You are comfortable and emphasis it by burrowing further into him. He realizes it’s pointless to try and get you to move, but reminds you that he’s still wearing the condom. You move long enough for him to take it off and dispose it.

“Damn, we did a number on this bed,” Aki comments, bending down to straighten the sheets that had become twisted and kicked down into the foot of the bed. You take your place back upon his chest when he’s done, and then realize you don’t have on a scarf when Aki begins smoothing a few curls away from your damp forehead. You know you’re going to wake up with a head full of frizz but you’re so relaxed that it’s worth it.

The surface your cheek is pressed against is hot and you sit up and cringe when you realize how hot and sticky you feel. Then you notice it—an ache between your thighs and a sensation in your complete lower half that feels as though you’ve run a marathon.

“Sore, so damn sore,” you groan, wincing at the pull in your muscles.

“What’s the matter?” Aki asks around a yawn, having woken up upon you moving off him.

“Nothing, I’m just a little achy,” you tell him.

“Sorry about that.”

“Not as sorry as I am,” you murmur, now looking down at the bed. “I got blood all over your sheets. I’ll wash them with mine today.”

“Do I look bothered over some damn sheets? Besides, I’ve already bled on them more times than I can count. I have experience getting blood out of almost anything.”

“That doesn’t sound good, Aki,” you tell him with a frown.

“I’m used to it,” he replies dismissively. “Want a bath?”

You’re still sleepy but at the same time you’re in desperate need of a shower.

Aki’s hands are gentle as he gathers your tight curls into a bun atop your head in his shower room. His palms might be rough but they still delicately move over your body with a soapy sponge, cleansing you of sweat and blood. Then he directs you to sit on the shower stool and nudges your sore thighs apart.

“Is that too hot?” he asks, stooping in front of you to hold the shower sprayer over your vulva.

“No, it feels good actually,” you murmur when the warm water soothes some of the ache.

Once he’s done you get in the tub and watch as Aki washes himself. When he’s finally settled behind you in the bath with his arms around you, you sink back into his chest and rest your head on his shoulder.

“I’ve never taken a bath with anyone before,” Aki says, apropos of nothing.

“Me neither,” you reply, nudging his feet with yours beneath the hot water. “Seems like I’m sharing a lot of firsts with you.”

Aki remains quiet as you reach for his hand and begin toying with his fingers.

“You’re remarkably soft for someone leading such a hard life,” you tell him, tracing your fingertips over his calluses.

“My fingers are rough as hell,” he comments, resting his chin in the dip of your shoulder. “I tried to get them softer so I wouldn’t scratch you.”

“I didn’t mean physically, but thank you. And you’ve never hurt me,” you tell him, kissing his wet fingertips. “But I was talking about you in general. You’re prickly but at the same time, you’re…gentle.”

“I’m not.”

“You are. It’s a good thing, Aki. Never let anyone exploit that.”

“I’m the elder one; aren’t I supposed to be giving the sage advice?”

“You still can if you like,” you laugh.

“It’s funny that you mention not to let anyone use me; it’s as though you’ve known me for a long time.”

“Why, did you have a bad experience with someone? An old girlfriend?”

“Yeah but she wasn’t a girlfriend—she was my boss. I thought she was kind but turns out she was just the opposite, not to mention using everyone as her little pawns in a fucked-up game of chess.”

You vaguely remember the news a while back mentioning some scandal with the Devil Hunters and a higher up who turned out to be an enemy and wonder if that’s who Aki is talking about.

“is she out of the picture now?”

“For the most part, yes.”

Aki falls silent and leans back in the tub, bringing you with him. There’s more you want to ask but the moment is so peaceful that you refuse to spoil it. Between the heat of the bath and the coziness of laying against Aki, you began dozing off.

“Damn it, I don’t feel like moving but I need to get out and make the bed,” Aki gripes, exhaling hard as he sits up in the water. “Okay, I’m going. You can take your time.”

“I hate to see you go, but I love to watch you walk away,” you tell him with a leering grin as he shakes his head while crossing to the other side of the room to get a towel.

When you get out the bath, he’s loading the washing machine with the old sheets. You catch a glimpse of red and feel bad all over again when you see there’s more blood than you realized initially.

“What a massacre. Definitely explains why it hurt like fuck at first.”

“Sorry. I still feel bad about that,” Aki replies. “As for the blood, I told you this is light stuff. By the way, there’s a bottle of water for you on my dresser and I left you a shirt and a pair of boxers on the bed.”

“Thanks. Do you mind if I just use the shirt for now? I think I’m too sore for underwear right now.”

“Are you seriously asking me if I mind the sight of your naked butt in my bed all night? Because you know I don’t.”

“Hayakawa Aki, is that your dirty talk?”

“Maybe. Don’t tell anyone.”

“Oh don’t worry, that part of you is just for me. Who would have though beneath that stoic exterior lies a dirty man with a sense of humor.”

“Who was it that had their eyes glued to my ass when I got out the bath?”

“And your point is? You have a nice ass, and I have no regrets.”

You’re still cackling at the exasperated look on Aki’s face as you walk to his room.

At the back of your mind part of you always considered that things would change between you and Aki if and when you were to go all the way. But now as you lay in his arms in the quiet dark of his room—on fresh navy-blue sheets that smelled faintly of detergent—you realized that yes, things had changed but you were okay with that. If anything, you felt closer to him and hoped he felt the same.

“Did you have plans in the morning?” he asks.

“I didn’t. Why, preemptively kicking me out already?”

“Hah, funny. Normally I set my alarm but I don’t give a shit about waking up early right now.”

“I’m so tired that I probably couldn’t wake up early even if I wanted to.”

“It’s fine. I’ll make you breakfast whenever you do wake up.”

His fingers are tracing along the curve of your cheek in between tugging on your earlobe as he talks, and the sensation is leaving you pleasantly drowsy.

“Do you really have no regrets?” Aki then asks in an oddly quiet tone, and it leaves you confused.

“What is there to regret?”

“Me. Us, this. Not just choosing someone so fucked up to be your first, but dealing with me and all my baggage.”

“I accepted all of you when we first started this,” you murmur sleepily. “Besides, who isn’t a little fucked up in this world? But as it goes, you’re not as fucked up as you believe.”

“I’m not?”

“Not at all. Now stop overthinking everything and go to sleep so you can make me pancakes tomorrow.”

“Pancakes? You’re easy to please,” Aki chuckles, kissing your forehead as you drift off to sleep.

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mrskurono · 3 years

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a/n: AHAHAHAH YAH THOUGHT I WAS ONLY GONNA WRITE ONE THING FOR MY BABE. SNAKE ANON YOU HAVE NO ONE TO BLAME BUT YOURSELF FOR THIS word count: 1.1k tags: pwp, age gap, MILF fucking, cougar/sub relationship, unprotected sex, slight voyeurism if you squint, fucking in a half bath, needy Kourai, long time coming, fucking at a family get together?, unedited character(s): Korai Hoshiumi (hq) synopsis: Long time friend of the Hoshiumi family, when Aki invites you and your kid over to celebrate Kourai’s first ever line up in the Japanese Olympic Men’s Volleyball Team you jump at the chance to celebrate with them. All find and dandy when Kourai’s childhood feelings mesh with his adult ones and suddenly he’s not the same little kid following around his brother and your kid anymore.

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“Fuck being little. I’m not little anymore everywhere it counts Ms. L/N, I can promise you that much.”

Cornered in the twenty six year old man who no longer just came up to your waist line. Maybe you didn’t have to look up to meet his golden eyes boring into you. But it certainly made you feel smaller than ever before with his broad shoulders keeping you pinned to the wash basin as Kourai blubbered on.

“Please.” He pleaded, unsure where to put his hands as he looked your familiar frame up and down. How it hadn’t changed all these years and Kourai was certain he could feel his cock twitch in his shorts just from being crammed in the little bathroom together, “Please! I’m not a little kid anymore! I promise I can make you feel good!”

“Kourai I-” Heat rose up to flush through your chest and face. Swearing you could feel his breath on your neck this close to him. You swallow hard as your hips press into his and the clear outline of his cock presses to your inner thigh, “Your family...they’re right outside....we shouldn’t-”

He quickly shook his head, “They’re fine! We’ll be quiet! Kiss me and we can be quiet no one uses this bathroom! Please Ms. L/N I love you- I- I’m so nervous-”

This was too sad for you not to help the poor man. Outside the bathroom was a celebration for Kourai’s success. But here he was begging you to really make it special. Undoubtedly you fold into his needs unable to not give him what he wants.

“Of course Kourai lets-” Barely any time to give him the green light and his lips are mashed onto yours. Stealing your words for a lewd moan as Kourai’s hands grip your hips and pull you into him.

The amount of times he’d laid in bed. After visiting your house. Smelling your perfume. The same one you wore now. Thinking about how soft your skin would be or how amazing your lips would feel. Every thought Kourai stole away about you over the years now blossoming at the forefront of his mind like he was a horny teenager again.

No kiss had ever felt this perfect. Pushing up against you as the kiss became heated. Fingers through his short cropped white hair. And his own fumbling with the waistband of your bottoms. Yanking them down as he goes to kneel as well. You stop him quickly.

“Fuck me- Just- Fuck me already Kourai-” Your voice sends a shiver down his spine. All the years he’s heard you say his name. Hearing it like this though. It’s all he ever wanted.

Struggling to rid himself of his shorts. All he can do is get them down past his thighs before Kourai is grinding up against you. Slipping his fingers against your slit. Juices coating his fingers as he relishes the feeling of your cunt against his fingers. No one he’s ever been with even coming close to how badly he’s wanted to fuck you.

Slimy juices coating his fingers. Kourai rubs his wet fingers all over the head of his cock before he grips himself and tries to position himself at your entrance.

Hot and heavy breathing between the two of you. You can only help by hiking your leg up on the toilet seat right next to you both. Edge of the counter digging into your lower back but none of that matters as you feel Kourai’s cock press against your entrance.

“Fuck- Y-Your so tight Ms. L/N-” Kourai groaned as he had to grip his cock harder and dip his hips up under you trying to stuff every inch of himself in you.

Fingertips digging into his broad shoulders you can’t believe to hear such a thing after having a kid. But the second Kourai has all of himself in you. Gripping your hips to rut deeper in you. Every nerve in your body is on fire with pleasure.

“ ‘s big-” Gulping down the moan bubbling in your throat. You’ve never had someone so big in your life. And little Kourai of all people. When he catches your lips back on his and the lewd string of moans leave both your lips.

Countered only by Kourai’s heavy breathing. Hot breath against your lips in fleeting kisses. He doesn’t ask before he starts thrusting into you. So much more than you’ve ever been use to. When he pulls all the way back and slams his cock deep inside you, your glad his lips are against yours.

“Fuck-” Kourai groaned against your cheek, “Fuck- Your so tight- Ms. L/N I’ve wanted to fuck you so bad- You’re so pretty- I-”

“Y/N- Just call me Y/N-” Panting against his ear as Kourai forces you to nearly bounce up and down with each thrust. Leaving you to cling to his shoulders as your hips feel like jelly with his cock splitting you open.

Something about hearing your first name drives him crazy. Kourai can hardly contain himself. Feverishly fucking you against the counter in his own family bathroom. Lost to the pleasure of the way your cunt tightens around him. Paired with your lewd noises. Lost in it all before he realizes something suddenly feels different.

“Cumming! Oh god Kourai! Fuck I’m cumming!” Your pleading moans enough to snap him out of his trance.

Kourai’s hips on auto pilot before he realizes what’s happening. Hasty to promise to keep quiet the man smashes his lips back against yours. Angling it just right to push deeper inside you and force you to come utterly on done on your own friend’s son’s cock.

Breath hitching in his chest just as he feels your cunt tighten around him. Kourai can feel every muscle like he’s in heaven. All too soon realizing he’s unable to stop either. Kiss turning sloppy and wet as he ruts his hips up into yours.

Your name falls from his lips so easily. Like he’s said it a million times. Because he has. He’s came so many times to the thought of you taking his seed. And now it was finally happening. Moaning your name first the first time outside his bedroom. Kourai comes completely undone as his hips shudder and the man pins you to the counter. Leaving you to do nothing but ride out your orgasm as Kourai pumps you full of every single drop of cum in him.

In the moments following the high your lips feel his leave. Kourai slowly pulls his cock out of you reluctantly just so he could regain his own composure. Feeling the gush of cum dribble down your thighs. But nothing as embarrassing as the plop of cum drooling out of your cunt onto the bathroom floor between your legs.

Both of you look at the creamy cum staining his family’s bathroom floor. And then at each other. Still out of breath Kourai opens his mouth about ready to say something but you interrupt him, “Tiny giant....but nothing about you is tiny anymore.”

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ko-fanatic · 3 years

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Blood, Guts and Chocolate Cake

Rating: Mature

Fandom: Danganronpa

Pairings: IshiMondo

Summary:

Mondo Owada, the Ultimate Bodyguard, is entering a four year contract with one Kiyotaka Ishimaru, the Ultimate Idol. It makes sense, two Ultimates put together for their high school careers, and he could use the steady pay check to send home to Daiya; those medical bills were a bitch, and it was his fault the accident happened in the first place.

It was supposed to be easy, guard the cutesy, clean-cut idol from perverts and stalkers, no big deal! However, the world's perception of Kiyotaka Ishimaru was far different than what the young idol had become. During the first few months before even stepping into Hope's Peak, he's more worried for the young boy than he's ever been for anyone before.

TW: Alcohol, and eating disorders (both restrictive behaviours and B/P), mentions of disability, underage sex/sexualisation, drugs

The hallways of this damn building were too long.

That was definitely the first impression Mondo got, being led down said monotonous hallways by a young woman with an expression which implied that she simply wasn’t paid enough to care about small talk. Not that he had any room to judge, hands shoved in his pockets and a permanent scowl on his face. He might’ve been going to review an upcoming contract, but the best thing about his position was that there was no need to be all smiley; Hope Peak’s choice for Ultimate Bodyguard was all the credentials he needed at this point.

Still, he couldn’t help but feel a bit intimidated by how long he would be working with these record label types. He couldn’t deny it made sense - hire the Ultimate Bodyguard to protect the Ultimate Idol, sound logic; it was just that a four year contract was… a lot. That wasn’t even thinking about the fact he was going to be glued to the guy’s hip for all that time, having to get along no matter what. Would he even have time to make friends of his own? Doubtful. Still, a paycheck was a paycheck, and he’d have to go to some highschool anyway, so kill two birds with one stone.

He’d never had an issue smiling through vapid celebrity bullshit before. It was going to be an easy ride, too; from what he knew, the guy was as prim and proper as they came. Real boy next door image. Easy to take care of, and mainly just telling overzealous fans to back the fuck up. Simple.

His inner monologue was broken by an abrupt stop, the woman only sending a bored glance his way before knocking. The door was pushed ajar with the quiet muttering of “Mondo Owada to see you, gentlemen”, before he was unceremoniously shepherded into the room.

It was just as big as you’d expect from a building like this, with a gargantuan desk and several business-types sitting across from him. They were even backlit by a floor-to-ceiling window showing Tokyo in all its glory - like some cheesy ass movie. Still, taking a cursory glance around the room, he couldn’t see anyone fitting the description of “teen idol”, let alone Ishimaru himself...

“Owada-san, good afternoon!” One of the men greeted cheerfully, clasping his hand in one of those firm yet professional grips he’d gotten used to since rising up in his career, “My name is Shiro Kamei, and these gentlemen are Kenshin Aki and Yutaka Hayashida. We’re Kiyotaka Ishimaru-san’s managers.”

“Well, that answers one question,” He shrugged, not sugarcoating his words, but not being as rude as he certainly could be, “But I don’t see Ishimaru-san around. If I’m meeting with anyone, I personally think it should be with the guy I’m gonna be with 24/7, for the next four years.”

“Of course!” Kamei-san chirped, far too cheerful for his taste, especially considering the stench of ass-kissing that followed it. Not sincere, but too many meetings like this one had trained him to swallow down the vomit that threatened to spew from the fakeness of it all.

“Ishimaru-san will be here soon,” Hyashida-san intoned, temperament a bit more palatable than Mr Chipper, “He’s a rather busy young man, being an idol of his caliber. Dance practice is just wrapping up, any minute now, so we can use this time to have a little chat - go through expectations for your role and such.”

Mondo managed to stop himself raising an eyebrow at that. Like he wasn’t the best bodyguard in Japan. He guessed it was something needed for a job of this sort, not temping or whatever, and so he settled down for a bunch of timewasting jabber.

Or, it was, until a certain request caught his attention.

“We also expect him to be kept out of, well… trouble…”

“Thought he was a cutesy, innocent kid?” He frowned, sitting a little straighter in his seat, attention piqued, “I’m guessing he’s the kind to get mouth-breathers and creeps, huh?”

The three men looked a little more caged at that remark. A couple cleared throats, a few tugged collars and cuffs, awkward air.

“Yes, there have been incidents, but nothing previous security couldn’t handle,” Aki-san informed, “The issue is a recent change in attitude. Nothing much, but tugging on the leash more than necessary, if you understand my meaning.”

He did. Part of him wanted to object to the idea that a sixteen year old needed to be kept on a leash at all, but idol shit was full of PR.

“So boy next door is going through a little rebellion, and you want me to make sure it stays on the DL,” He shrugged, “Got it.”

“I wouldn’t put it like that, Owada-san -!”

Kamei-san was interrupted by several short, sharp raps, door opening to reveal the man of the hour.

Ishimaru was pretty, no denying that. His eyes were what really caught everyone’s attention; bright, wide and doll-like. That said nothing about his facial structure - cheekbones and jawline and everything prominent - or his barbie doll-esque frame. He was probably one of the slimmest people Mondo had ever seen, at least in person. Well, and outside of a hospital. The media went absolutely gaga over his thigh gap, his lithe abs and delicate hip bones.

He personally prefers a little more meat on the bones, a little less fragile, but he guessed it was an idol’s job to appeal to the masses.

“Good morning, everybody!” He beams, but honestly? The sunshine emanating from him is a lot warmer - a lot more real - than Kamei-san. He actually had to take a second to come back to himself, knocked off equilibrium. The power of the Ultimate Idol, for you.

“Kiyotaka, this is Mon -”

“Mondo Owada,” He cuts in, wanting to introduce himself, cut the preamble, and offers his hand to shake, “‘M gonna be the one guarding you.”

Ishimaru gives him a once over, and for two seconds he thinks he sees a smirk pull at the corner of the young man’s lips, but he soon brushes it off as a trick of the light.

“Thank you so much for accepting our proposition, Owada-san!” He grins, and Mondo hates his little bi heart at that moment. Ishimaru clasps his hand. He can’t help but feel that they’re too calloused for a pretty boy idol, but he doesn’t dwell on it, “I hope we get along well!”

He’s loud, but the words are sweet, and Mondo relaxes a little bit. Easy job, as he thought.

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Mondo was proven wrong in a matter of three days into his contract. He’d certainly been proven wrong far quicker than that before; however, in terms of sheer what-the-fuckery-is-this, this situation took the cake.

The train journey to the first tour destination wasn’t bad, if tedious. Kid spent all his time reading, and Mondo had no clue how he didn’t puke all over the place from staring at the pages. He’d looked at his phone for about five minutes and was ready to lie down and accept his death.

… Trains were not his prefered method of transportation…

Ishimaru had passed on the sandwiches on offer, but so did Mondo. No big deal. Those things sucked ass, and maybe the kid was more nauseous than he seemed. Wish that was him, considering he was pretty sure his face was pale green.

Settling into the hotel was fine, as was the tech set up in the venue. Stress emanating off everyone, but pretty normal as far as that shit was concerned. Ishimaru was dragged between costume fittings, tech run throughs and other things that just passed in a blur.

No, what really proved to Mondo that the pretty boy idol was going through an actual rebellious phase, was what he walked in on at 11:56pm, night three.

He’d gotten up due to a serious inability to sleep. Seriously, did he manage to get jet lag without even switching time zones? Nah, didn’t work like that. Maybe it was second hand adrenaline from the performance being tomorrow. Ishimaru might not make his kind of music, but the guy had this infectious enthusiasm for it all. He’d be backstage, too; premo location to see everything up close. He couldn’t help the slight smile on his face, in spite of how tired he felt.

Any fleeting, fuzzy feelings disappeared, however, when he walked into the main area of their hotel suite.

There stood Ishimaru, back to him, very much not dressed for bed. His jeans were so tight they looked spray painted on, not to mention the sequined top that cut off to show a tantalising flash of milky pale skin.

“Where’re you off to?”

His question seemed to startle the kid, who practically jumped three feet in the air, hand clutching his chest as he whirled on him.

“Fuck, what’s your problem?” He gasped out. Mondo couldn’t help but let his eyes widen, having not heard the boy swear since they met. Admittedly, it was only a few days, but Ishimaru just gave off such an innocent vibe. He’d questioned if the boy even knew a swear word for a while.

“The guy I’m meant to protect is running off into the city at midnight, and obviously didn’t plan to tell me,” He answered bluntly, “So, come on, where’re you trying to slink off to?”

“None of your business,” He sniffed, shoulders squaring, “And stop… talking to me like that. Like I’m a child. It’s annoying as shit.”

“Alright, sor-ry, jeez,” He apologised, hands up in surrender, “Let me just grab my coat and -”

“No!” Ishimaru ground out, “I’m going out, you're staying here, and my managers are none the wiser, got it?”

Oh, that sneaky fucker. While Mondo was all for personal freedom, no way was the scrawny kid going out there to get attacked and murdered in some urine soaked alleyway. For one, it’d completely fuck up his plans for the next four years - no money to send back to Daiya, and he seriously doubted Hope’s Peak would want an Ultimate Bodyguard who let the world’s most popular idol get murdered in a matter of days.

“Yeah, no, not happening, kid,” He shut down, reaching over the boy to get his coat, only for hands to press against his chest, stopping him.

“What do you want then? Money?” Ishimaru asked, looking up at him through his lashes. Fuck, the kid really went all out with the makeup; smokey eyeshadow and liner, glossed lips, the whole deal, “Or I can suck your dick?”

He nearly choked at that, face hot as hell and probably an embarrassing shade of red. “N-No! What the fuck?!” He yelled, only earning a shrug in response.

“Look, I need to go out - alone,” Ishimaru began again, arguing a point Mondo simply wasn’t going to agree with, “I need to get a little fucked up, railed into some guy’s mattress, and then I’ll come back. I’ll be here again before sunrise.”

“Tugging on the leash more than necessary”, his ass!

“Sorry, you're talking to the wrong guy,” He dismissed, doing his best impression of Daiya’s you done fucked up voice he could, “Back to bed. Don’t think you’re sneaking out, either. I’m just gonna stay out here all night, make sure you don’t go and get yourself cut up and dumped in the river. Y’know, my job.”

“Fuck you,” Ishimaru spat, storming back to his room with a mutter of ,“Asshole…”

If Mondo knew one thing, it was this… He’d really had no idea what he was signing himself up for.

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A/N:

WOW, it's been a while since I've written for this fandom. Thank you Taka and Mondo for being an adorable pair of dumbasses and dragging me right back into DR. Hopefully, I'll add to my old fics too, but I've got lots of new ideas I want to play with (Including two other talentswaps and two AUs!)

For now, Ouran fics are on the back burner, I'm afraid. I'm sure I'll be back to them soon enough, but I'm a bit burnt out in my OHSHC obsession, so we'll see.

Also, as always, comments really help and if you want to take any of these concepts and run, go for it! All I ask is a credit and a link if possible! :)

#danganronpa #Dangan Ronpa #dr talentswap #idol!Ishimaru #bodyguard!Mondo #ishimondo #Kiyotaka Ishimaru #mondo oowada #blood guts and chocolate cake series #my fanfiction

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laal-ishq-diaries · 3 years

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black and white || satoru gojo

january 1, 2021

synopsis: in which strange feelings arise as the man you despise brings a date to your hangout spot and you do the very mature thing: serenade him. 1.5k words.

writer’s note: i've only watched like 6 episodes of jjk so i don't even know if my characterization of anyone is on point but i'm obsessed with this idea. the song that inspired this fic was “black and white” by nasty c and ari lennox (which i do not own). enjoy and pls leave some feedback. btw happy new year!!

warnings: allusions to sex. nothing strong but proceed with caution. swearing. alcohol usage. pettiness.

you fucking hate him. you hate his stupid face and his stupid arrogance. who the fuck does satoru gojo think he is? people think your hatred of him is misplaced because he’s apparently “nice” and “civil” to you but it’s all for show! he is so rude and patronizing and petty. like tonight. when he brought a date to unofficial weekly drinks with colleagues.

“well, why are you so mad he brought a date?” muses shoko, tapping her fingers on your shared wooden table.

“i’m not mad he brought a date, i’m mad that he’s flaunting her around,” you clarify, arms flailing and gesticulating wildly.

“flaunting? god, he hasn’t even introduced her to us.” “yet,” you seeth.

“well are you going to say anything to him?”

you shoot her an affronted look. “no. why would i?” shoko rolls her eyes and lets out a sigh. “you’re clueless,” she mutters. “excuse m—” “oh look, they're coming.” fuck.

through the dim, yet warm, lights of the bar, you see gojo walking over, arm in arm, with a relatively pretty woman clad in a short black dress. sandy brown hair, tucked behind her ears, cascade down her back and black heels accentuate her long legs. however, your eyes were drinking in the shaman dressed in a tucked in button-up (with the first few buttons unbuttoned, of course), casual black pants, and tan moccasins. his hair was let down from it’s usual gravity-defying updo and dark, round sunglasses replaced the blindfold.

“hey guys, this is sana,” gojo introduces. the aforementioned woman waves and smiles. you could feel shoko’s eyes on you, screaming be nice so you mutter out a greeting and introduction before she, begrudgingly, takes over socializing.

you silently nurse your drink as your glare resumes. gojo, noting your expression, raises an eyebrow and questions, “what’s that look for?”

taking a sip of your drink, you shoot back a fake smile and a “nothing. just wondering how your atrocious personality ensnared her.”

he lightly laughs and responds, “you know, lots of women find me attractive.”

you lean in and whisper into his ear, “physical attractiveness doesn’t cancel out skyscraper levels of entitlement.”

“no, it just gets me a hot date. you wouldn’t be jealous, would you [nickname]?” gojo asks in mock concern. his index finger traverses your cheek before you knock his hand away and sneer, “go fuck yourself.” he exclaims, “don’t need to!” and then grabs sana’s hand and bids farewell to shoko.

“now that,” you point to their retreating bodies, “was flaunting.”

“you’re paranoid,” she drawls.

“no, i’m fucking not,” you shoot back. “and frankly, i am offended you would think that!”

“you’re always offended, [name]. especially when it comes to satoru.” you open your mouth to defend yourself but she raises an index finger to your lips and continues, “we’re here to relax. get another drink and watch the performance in peace.” shoko gestures to the stage where the same (surprisingly talented) guy has been singing for the past fifteen minutes, courtesy of the bar’s “Karaoke Night” every Friday. caught up with your inner thoughts, you failed to notice that she was still scolding you.

“… and i’d probably respect you more if you actually did something to prove your point rather than dish out petty insults.” silence dawns upon you two as shoko challenges you. that is, until widespread applause interrupts your interaction and reveals that the karaoke guy (named aki, apparently) finished performing another song. a surge of courage overcomes you, and you abruptly stand up and slam your hands onto the wooden table. “fine, you want me to do something?” shoko makes a noise of confirmation. “watch.”

you lose the leather jacket to reveal a sleeveless, flowy burgundy top and lace up your combat boots before marching towards the stage. truth be told, you didn’t know why you wanted to do this. and you didn’t know what you had to prove. but the whiskey in your blood and the uneasy feeling bubbling in your stomach whenever you saw gojo with his arms around his date pushes you onto the stage.

from across the bar, gojo sees you whisper something into aki’s ear before he announces, “alright, [name] will be joining me for the next song, which is”—he pauses as you whisper something else into his ear—“a surprise!” the applause and cheers drown out sana’s inquiries towards gojo of whether you were a good singer. not that he’d be able to respond, anyways, considering that his brain was swarmed with thoughts of why you were singing in the first place and how fucking hot you look.

up on the stage, aki asks, “is this your first time singing here.” “yeah,” you breathe out. “are you nervous?” one glance back to gojo, and then to shoko who gave whatever she could muster into an encouraging smile, you mutter “i need a drink after this.”

the music starts and your partner sings:

“… let me in your temple

show me what you into

it could be so simple

black and white, yeah …”

your right foot taps in tune with the beat against the floor in front of the microphone as you patiently awaited the female part. you mentally prep for both singing in front of everyone while being half-drunk and how ruined everything would be if this made things awkward with gojo. while the two of you may be at each other’s throats, at least it was smooth dynamic. if he found this uncomfortable, there goes your personal and professional life.

before you can contemplate running out of the bar, ari lennox’s part begins and you sing the chorus, along with aki. you mentally thank the bar patrons who lightly cheered, as if they could sense your apprehension. your solo verse soon begins and you look to aki for a boost of confidence before belting out:

“so call me, baby

'cause you be putting it down on me”

the adrenaline pumping through your veins emboldens you to make direct eye contact with gojo and run your left hand through your hair seductively while continuing with:

“in my bed, on your stairs

when we loving you know we don't care”

across the room, gojo’s eyebrows shoot up; he wasn’t expecting your lyrics to be directed to him. for all the resentment you throw in his direction, he assumed you despised him. a small part of him gathered that you possibly might have feelings for him but he thought they were repressed, at best. seeing you up on stage declaring that, at the very least, you lust for him makes gojo want to take you, right then and there.

on your side, there’s an inkling of doubt that you went too far, until you see him lick his lips and smirk. your expression mirrors his for a moment until you increase the seduction.

“all mine, like wine

say ain't no bitch that got your heart pumpin' like i

fall in love deeply when i look in your eye

fantasy the way you carry me, mariah …”

whistles and cheers from the audience nearly drown out the last line. confidence oozes out of your stage presence and want for gojo oozes out of your every pore, a want that is reciprocal. you see sana go red in the face (most likely because her own date is eye-fucking you). a small part of you feels awful for her but an even larger part feels victorious because, fuck, despite never getting along with him, the two of you have an unbreakable connection. the thought of another woman getting the time and attention he devotes to this connection, to you, drives you insane. god, it makes you want to rip that button-up off and stake your claim all over him.

the rest of your performance continues with relative ease. once finished, you and aki say your goodbyes and compliments to each other (with him insisting that you have to sing with him again and you responding with a “some other time”) as you depart back to your table. locking eyes with shoko, you receive a look of approval and a nod towards the direction of a certain jujutsu sorcerer approaching you.

“nice singing,” gojo calls out.

taking a moment to recover from your adrenaline rush, you exhale a simple “thanks.”

“although,” he drawls, “you didn’t need to get up on stage and sing it. you could've just told me that you wanted me.”

“i don't know what you’re talking about,” you say, feigning ignorance.

“oh really?” his fingers gently take hold of your chin and, in spite of his sunglasses, you know that his eyes are staring at your lips. “because i could make it worth your time”

“where’s your date?”

“she left. something about other women who are in love with me being ‘rude’ and ‘offensive.’”

“good,” you whisper, standing on your toes, “because you’re all mine.”

“am i?”—he leans down so your lips now hover over each other’s.

“want me to prove it?”

“let’s get out of here.”

#laal-ishq entries #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk x reader #satoru gojo x reader #jjk entries #gojo satoru x reader

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ft-dads-au · 4 years

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Behind the Wall

A Collaboration by @mdelpin and @oryu404

Lyoke Week 2020 Prompt: Family Pairing(s): Lyon & Loke (Pre-relationship)

AO3 | FF.Net

Summary: Loke is stunned when he finds Lyon sulking at the bar, and learns that he might be a father to a teenage girl. He starts to see the man he'd often thought of as cold in a new light, and is pleasantly surprised to discover that there's so much more to the family lawyer than he'd ever considered.

August 26, 2020

Loke entered Crime Sorciere after a long day in court. Handing his briefcase over to Natsu to put behind the bar, he took a seat next to Lyon, awaiting some sort of friendly insult in greeting, surprised when he didn’t get one.

“What’s the matter with him?” Loke asked Natsu as he ordered his usual drink, noticing that Lyon was staring off into space. “Did he lose a case or something?”

“I don’t think so. When he loses a case, he just goes off into a rant,” Natsu shrugged, mixing Loke’s drink before walking away to talk to another customer.

Loke decided that if Lyon wanted to talk, he’d do so, and seeing a pretty girl a few stools over, he introduced himself. When he returned twenty minutes later, he noticed Lyon had not seemed to have moved an inch.

Motioning Natsu for another drink, he stared at his friend with concern, “Okay, that’s it! You’re acting creepy as hell. What’s gotten into you?”

Lyon seemed to notice his presence for the first time, startling out of his trance and blinking at him, “Did you say something?”

“Yes! What the hell is wrong with you? You’re sitting there like some damn statue, it’s unnatural,” Loke complained.

“I just- I had some unexpected news, that’s all,” Lyon shrugged, trying to pretend like the matter held no importance, but Loke knew better.

It took a lot to shake Lyon. The man was like a fucking robot sometimes. He didn’t laugh at jokes, or hit on people, didn’t respond to advances of any kind, just worked hard at his cases. And he was damn good at what he did. He rarely lost.

He continued to stare at him, trying to see if he could somehow figure out what could be bothering him, but after a few more minutes of silence, he decided just to go ahead and ask.

“What type of news?” Loke asked, for once trying to be tactful. For all he knew, the guy’s parents could have taken ill or something.

When Lyon didn’t answer right away, he pushed a little, figuring that he’d call Gray and let him deal with it if that didn’t work. “Hey, we’re friends, remember?”

“You’re just going to turn it into a joke.”

“Hey, I resent that! I can take things seriously too, I couldn’t do my job otherwise,” Loke reminded him.

“Alright, but I swear if you’re an asshole about it, I won’t trust you with anything again.”

Loke made the cross your heart gesture and waited for Lyon to tell him what was bothering him.

“I think I’m a father,” Lyon breathed out, and from the panicked expression on his face, it was clear that it was the first time he’d said the words out loud.

“You knocked someone up?” Loke sputtered, “When the hell did you manage that? I’ve never seen you dating anyone.”

“Not to state the obvious, but you don’t have to date people to have sex with them. And you wouldn’t have seen it anyway. It happened over a decade ago. The girl has already turned fourteen.”

“That’s great, isn’t it?” Loke asked, “I have three daughters, and they’re awesome!”

“Yeah, but you’ve been a part of their lives from the very beginning, and you’ll continue to do so after the divorce is final. Her mother never told me anything, what am I supposed to do?”

Loke did some math in his head, “So this was in high school? Were you guys dating?”

Lyon shook his head, hiding his head in his hands, “She had a thing for me, and right before I left for college, we got together. It was only one night.”

“Well, that’s all it really takes,” Loke pointed out.

“Yes, Loke, I am well aware of how babies are made, thank you.”

“Wait, if the mom never told you, how did you find out?”

“The girl, who I suspect to be my daughter, called me at work. She’s looking for her father. She knows the man her mother is married to isn’t her biological father.”

“Did you tell her you were him?”

“Of course not! You don’t just blurt that sort of thing over the phone,” Lyon peered at Loke’s dumbfounded expression and amended, “Well, most of us wouldn’t.”

“I don’t see what the problem is, go talk to the mom. She can tell you whether you’re the father or not.”

“It’s not that easy. I can’t just waltz into this kid’s life and say, ‘Gee sorry you’ve never heard from me before, but I’m your dad.’”

“Don’t be an idiot, of course you can. It’s not your fault you weren’t there, you didn’t know,” Loke reminded him. “I’m sure if you had, things would have been different.”

When Lyon didn’t answer right away, Loke pressed, “You would have been there for them, right?”

Lyon looked away, appearing embarrassed, “I was a different person back then. I might have grown to resent her, or…” He lifted his shoulder in a half shrug, “I just don’t know.”

“I don’t believe that for a minute,” Loke scoffed, “Look, I think you’re missing a critical point here. She’s looking for you. She wants to meet you, maybe have you be a part of her life.”

“But what if knowing me messes her up?” Lyon looked horrified, and Loke had to laugh at him.

“Welcome to fatherhood, we’re all one step away from messing up our kid’s lives,” Loke grinned, “Dude, you’re like the most standup guy I‘ve ever met, I doubt you could mess her up if you tried. The best advice I can give you is to make sure you go through the mother if you want any chance of this not turning into a huge mess. But I think if it turns out you’re right, and she is your daughter, and you don’t do anything about it, you will regret it.”

Lyon’s eyes bored into him as he considered his words, and Loke met his gaze unwaveringly. He’d never seen this side of Lyon before, and he had to admit he rather liked it, even if it was a bit disconcerting to see him show actual feelings. He offered him an encouraging smile.

“You’re probably right,” Lyon finally responded, eyes softening slightly as he added, “Who would have thought you’d be the voice of reason.”

“There’s a first time for everything, I suppose,” Loke’s mouth twitched in amusement at the backhanded compliment. He motioned for Natsu to bring them a round of drinks.

“You feeling better?” Natsu asked, placing the drinks in front of them and glancing at Lyon with concern.

“Yeah, I’m good now.”

Natsu nodded and left them to their drinks. They sat silently, and Loke was surprised to realize he didn’t feel uncomfortable in the slightest.

“So, uhm, what’s it like to be a dad?” Lyon asked suddenly, startling Loke out of his thoughts.

“It’s amazing,” Loke said with a proud smile. “Stressful, exhausting, chaotic...but you get so much in return. No amount of money I make or cases I win can compare to that feeling of coming home to my girls jumping into my arms.”

“It is kind of nice when Aki does that, the days when I get home early enough anyway,” Lyon admitted with a shy smile.

Had he ever seen Lyon genuinely smile before? He didn’t think so. It was actually kind of nice. Loke didn’t know quite how to respond to this unguarded side of Lyon, so he reverted back to more comfortable ground. “I’m still trying to accept the fact that you’ve ever gotten laid,” he teased, “I was pretty sure you were such a hardass cause you were still a virgin.”

“No, I’m a hardass cause you’re a pain,” Lyon retorted but soon recanted, “But I guess sometimes you’re alright.”

“Just sometimes? I’ll have you know I’m fucking awesome all the time!”

Loke kept up the banter for the rest of the night, staying at Crime Sorciere with Lyon until closing time. It was the most fun he’d had in quite a while, and he couldn’t help but think he’d like to spend more time with this Lyon, and hoped that it wouldn’t take another life-changing discovery for them to share a night like this again.

#fairy tail #ftdadsau #lyon & loke #lyokeweek2020 #fics #Lyoke Week 2020 #prompt: family

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karl1n-fanfiction-librarys · 7 years

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Chapter 8: Nurseries, proposals and airplanes

Pairing: Asami/Akihito

Contains: mature language

Summary: Akihito gets pregnant, what will happen?

Disclaimer: I don't own the viewfinder series Yamane Ayano does.

Note: My laptop erased everything I did for this chapter, so I had to start all over again, which was annoying as hell, and that’s why this chapter is so late.

06/24 14:23 Tuesday

Smiling Asami walked to one of the cribs, bending forward and grabbing a stuffed toy out of it. He looked up when he heard heals clicking on the floor behind him. "Ryu, what are you doing?" Asami dropped the stuffed toy out of pure shock.

06/24 14:24 Tuesday

“Akihito?”

“Hmm… yes, what?”

“hnn… very… yes…” Asami mumbled.

“What did you say?”

“That the people Kirishima hired did a very good job.” Asami said grinning admiring what was his.

“Enjoy why it last, this was only to see what I would wear tonight. They are going to take it all of you jerk.” Akihito said glaring, hand on his hips.

“Oh, are they? Are you sure? You look quite sad, do you want me to tell them to leave it on?” Asami said, smirking, in that annoying superior way, which Akihito hated.

“Don’t you dare Asami! I swear that I will tell your parents that you’re gay!”

Akihito said looking immensely proud at finding Asami’s weak spot, beside candies, and dare he say, him.

The older man smiled ever so slightly “Hmm… that would cause trouble. I will allow them to take it off. Oh.. Better yet why don’t I help you?”

“No! Absolutely not! You’re only going to grop-” The rest was cut off as soft lips pressed agains’t his own.

06/24 15:27 Tuesday

Fumiko smiled, her boss was using his private airplane today and she had just been told that Asami-sama’s soon-to-be fiancé was also joining. This was an important point in her career; she had worked very hard in school to be a stewardess. If Asami-sama was satisfied with her work she could get a permanent job working for him in his private airplane team. That meant ridiculously high salary for maybe three flights a month. She would even get paid when she wasn’t flying. Apparently Asami-sama liked having the same people serve him every time. The rich man hated having to explain what he wanted. Not that he had to of course, Kirishima, his assisted made sure to brief every single member of the crew of their employers needs.

So Fumiko was really hoping she would get the job, her mother’s health depended on it. She needed the money to pay for her surgery. Fumiko neatly stacked the different teas in one of the cabinets. She had already noticed the strange tastes, and after asking her superior about it she was pleasantly surprised to discover that Asami-sama’s wife was pregnant.

Fumiko couldn’t help chuckling when she placed the pickle tea in the cupboard. She really hoped the mistress would be kind, Asami-sama was fiercely protective of his lover, and annoying the lady would mean any chance of getting the job would be gone forever.

Looking around the plane one last time to inspect her work she left towards the staff room, joining the other members of the crew in anxiously waiting for the arrival of their boss and mistress.

06/24 16:49 Tuesday

Akihito looked around the plane fearfully, he had always been a bit afraid of flying. He felt helpless, if the plane would be hit, he wouldn’t be able to do anything. Now that he was pregnant he felt even more vulnerable, he was rather terrified of flying. What if the pilot had a heart attack? What if a bird hit the window and the pilots couldn’t see everything anymore? Or the window broke? Akihito whimpered as he felt the plane ride towards the runway. Even Asami’s hand on his leg, softly rubbing it, didn’t make him feel better.

When the airplane took off Akihito was squeezing the life out of the arm rests, only when they were in the air did Akihito open his eyes, which had been previously shut tightly, and release the breath he had been holding.

“Is there anything you would like Asami-sama? What about you A- Takaba-sama?” Akihito didn’t even notice the slip up, and he cut right to Asami’s demand for some sake. “Do you have popcorn? Or candy? Or tea? No, forget the candy, do you have chips?”

The stewardess looked a bit lost “W-we have both popcorn and chips, which one would you like? What sort of tea fits your taste Takaba-sama?” “Hmm… do you have salt popcorn, I would like that. Uhmm.. what sort of teas do you have? Oh… and please stop with the Takaba-sama, just call me Akihito or Aki.” Akihito said, not noticing the glare Asami was sending towards the lady.

“B-but Takaba-sama that wouldn’t be proper!”

“Do I look like I care?” He asked raising an eyebrow.

“N-no, Akihito-sama.”

“Hmm… What teas did you say you had?”

“Oh.. we have strawberry, banana, lemon-berry, earl grey, original, pickle tea, orange, chocolate, spring-flower-“

“Did you say pickle tea?” Akihito said excitedly, eyes big and hopeful. “Hai* Akihito-sama, would you like some?”

“yes! Do you have cookies?”

“Yes, what sort would you like?”

“Chocolate chip”

“Anything else? Should I bring everything together?”

“No, yes”

“Thank you Akihito-sama, Asami-sama” the lady said bowing, quickly making her way out, away from the piercing golden eyes following her every move.

Fumiko sagged agains’t the wall, closing her eyes and taking a couple of calming breaths to stop her racing heart. That was intense she thought. Akihito-sama had been surprisingly beautiful, even thought he looked a bit too muscular. She had heard the other stewardesses gossiping about Asami-sama, they said he hadn’t had any female lovers since he had been twenty. So the fact that Akihito-sama was so male-ish wasn’t really a surprise. If she didn’t know any better she would have thought that she was a very pretty male. But Akihito-sama was pregnant, so she had to be female right? What kind of name was Akihito for a girl anyway? Now that she thought about it she didn’t really sound female either.

As Fumiko connected the dots, Akihito was looking out the window with wonder. “*Oi! Ryu what is that?” he said pointing at something outside the window. Asami didn’t even look up from his documents “probably a cloud, ask Kirishima.” He said curly, Akihito glared, quietly fumbling. He flipped the long strains of silver-blond hair behind his ear. He already hated this haircut, the women had forcefully dyed his hair back to the colour it had been before he had dyed it himself. He crossed his legs, the soft white yukata rubbing agains’t his legs. He thought about removing his all-stars but then he would have to put them on again, and with his round stomach that was impossible. He was happy that Asami didn’t force him to wear the female clothing all day; that would have been torture.

Though with the new haircut, the white kimono decorated with soft pink hand-woven cherry blossom petals on it did make him look female. And that was excluding his round stomach.

Akihito looked up when Fumiko entered the cabin, pushing a cart with food in front of her. She neatly placed the bowl of popcorn, teacup, cookies and sake on the table. “is there anything else you require?”

“No, you may leave.” Asami stated coldly. Fumiko immediately looked at the floor. “Hai, Asami-sama.”

Akihito glared at Asami as Fumiko left, but was distracted by the cup of tea on the table. He grabbed it, carefully tasted it, a purr vibrated trough the air. Asami looked at Akihito oddly, but the boy was too immersed in his drink to realize.

06/24 17:28 Tuesday

(A/n: I dunno how long it takes to travel from the countryside to Tokyo, so I thought it would be about an hour. Anyone any idea for a town they live in? I suck at geography (got a 5 this week.))

Staring outside the window Akihito felt an uncomfortable feeling settle in his stomach “Ryuichi where are we going? The penthouse isn’t this way.” Asami chuckled “aren’t you curious today?” “Where are you taking me?! Why won’t you tell me, stupid bastard…” Akihito mumbled. “Oh… what did you just call me Akihito? What did I say about name-calling around the babies? Do you need another lesson?” Aki’s face heated up “n-no.. I remember.” He said dejected, if Asami had sex with him now there was no way he would be able to sit in a fancy restaurant all evening, his bottom would hurt too much. Asami could barely suppress a smirk, Akihito’s emotions where all over the place these days, luckily it wasn’t as extreme today as it normally was. His mood swings had been decreasing steadily in the past two weeks.

Akihito continued looking at the passing landscape. Thinking about designs for the nursery in penthouse. Asami and Akihito had decided that they would probably visit Tokyo quite a lot in the future seeing as Asami would have to return every so often for work and that Akihito’s friends lived there. Because of this they wanted to make a second nursery in the penthouse for extended stays. Akihito had taken designing it as his mission and he had been looking forward to choosing one of the rooms in the newly expanded penthouse for the nursery. After some discussing they had decided that the current penthouse wasn’t big enough to house two full-grown men and four children plus or minus some guests, so Asami had bought the floor under the one he already owned and ordered Kirishima to make it into one apartment. They were planning on staying a couple of days possibly weeks so that Akihito could make plans for refurbishing and designing their second house.

06/24 17:57 Tuesday

The long black limo came to a stop in front of a path and Asami stepped out bending forward to help his pregnant, blindfolded, lover up and out of the car. “I really don’t get why I have to wear a blindfold.” Akihito mumbled. “It will be clear in a minute.” Ryuichi said softly.

Gently guiding Akihito further along the path, Asami stopped, removing the blindfold. Akihito blinked, unable to see anything for a moment because of the sudden light flowing into his eyes. “Wow, it’s beautiful.” Akihito said looking at the cherry trees in full bloom, not even noticing that they were the only ones there. Not getting a response Akihito turned around “Ryui- wha!” Asami was now kneeling down in front of Akihito, a tiny red box in his hand. In the box was a shiny white-gold ring. “My sweet Akihito, will you marry me?” Shock was clearly shown on Akihito’s face “ah.. umh, yes?” he said in a tiny voice. Asami smiled sliding a ring on Akihito’s finger, and then kissing his hand; before standing up and capturing Akihito’s lips with his own.

‘Akihito is finally truly mine.’

A/n: I’m sure everyone has noticed the changes I made to the chapters? I would suggest everyone to read chapter 2.5 again because I edited some parts because of complains. So I planned to let the family meeting take place in this chapter, but it didn’t then I saw how much I wrote and well… But the good news is that the next chapter will be there earlier than I had planned! I hope this also answers someone’s question about Akihito’s hair colour, more info about his appearance will be given in the next chapter.

(A/n: I looked up when cherry blossoms bloom and the last bloom in may so I know this isn’t really correct, but screw reality I mean come on male pregnancy?)

Yamazakura "Hanami (cherry blossom viewing)" Its whitish baby pink flowers bloom in early April and the reddish leaf buds start to grow at the same time.

*Hai: yes

*Oi: hey!

#finder series #you're my loveprize in viewfinder #takaba akihito #asami ryuichi #mpreg #karl1n

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