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“Fuck.” You caressed your throbbing cheek, quickening your pace to keep up with Aki-supreme-ass-Hayakawa. “What the fuck was that for?”
Aki dug into his pocket as he strode down the street, no doubt to fish out a lighter he surely had left on the balcony of his apartment.
“I said I was sorry,” he said in a voice like cement. Hard. Colorless.
“You did it on purpose.”
You glared at his disgusting, pony-tailed head and you knew, you knew, he was rolling his eyes. You loathed his stoicism. And you knew you would feel better if he had simply acknowledged you.
The corner store bell rang, grating on the oncoming migraine simmering at the back of your skull.
You threw your hands up after giving Aki a few seconds leeway to explain why you were here in the first place. “Why’re we stopping here?”
“I need to get snacks for Denji and Power,” Aki answered before turning down an aisle.
“Right,” You scoffed. Never would you understand why a devil-hunter chose to pamper two fiends. “I’m going to pretend like that makes sense.”
You turned the corner just in time to see Aki kneel by the candy racks.
You leaned against a rack, forearm crushing some random plushies. “Remind me why the half-n-half can’t just eat more puke with that cunt devil. Didn’t he swallow it, anyway?”
Your eagle-eyes caught Aki’s eyebrow twitch, but nothing more.
“That was Denji, and that was one time,” he replied as he grabbed a series of different chocolate bars, holding them up for consideration. “Besides, you don’t know them; they’re easier to control when there’s food around.”
You huffed. Pathetic. Your eyes never leave Aki as he raises, picks all three of the candy bars and heads to the register to wait behind two other customers. You rolled your eyes and decided to browse the chip aisle. You grabbed something hot and spicy, to fit your mood, and joined Aki in line.
“I’m not with him,” You snapped, pushing Aki out the way as the cashier offered him a bag.
You felt a flutter of satisfaction as you know he’s glaring at your head before exiting the store, where the two of you took a shortcut into an alley.
“Ow, fuck!” Your hand flinched to your cheek after biting into a chip, acutely reminded of the pain residing there. You emitted a sound of pure disgust as you eyed Aki’s head. “Next time, I’m gonna let you get split down the middle by the devil of the week.”
A jolt of surprise. Aki halted his stride, hand in his pockets. He looked over his shoulder.
“Really?”
“Yeah,” You bit back. “Really.”
“Hm.” Aki nodded, understanding. “Then … Who’s gonna take care of you?”
You bit down on what remained of your chip, despite the pain.
“Ex-fucking-scuse me?” You growled.
“It’s as I said.” Aki turned to face you. “Who’s gonna take care of you, if I’m not here?”
Your lips parted. The nerve … You dropped your bag. You charged toward Aki, knocking the grocery bag out of his hand, head tilted up to sneer at him.
“I outta kill you for that.”
Aki’s eyes remained leveled on yours. Before they flickered down to your lips.
“But you won’t.”
You felt hot tar boil in the chamber of your chest. You squeezed the neck of the chip back until your fingers itched for something else ―
Aki was there first: he plunged hands into your chest, dragged you to the sidewall of the alley and trapped you there with his arm, caging you in.
Shock sent your eyes blinking furiously.
Aki’s gaze hadn’t left your lips. “And I won’t let you die, either.”
He surged forward, his lips crashing against yours.
Your gasp lodged in your throat. Shock opened your mouth for Aki to slip his tongue in. He shared the spice in your mouth as surprise kept you paralyzed.
Until it didn’t; you kicked him in the shin and threw a punch at him, only for him to catch your clench fist and pin it to the wall.
“The fuck are you doing?”
You struggled as Aki caught your other arm.
“Let’s settle something right now,” he said, monotone, as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened in the last few seconds,and it infuriated you. “You don’t like me and I don’t like you. But this …” Aki pressed into you, “whatever this is ― is interfering with our work. So let’s handle it and be on our way.”
“I don’t ― nurgh ―!” You continued fighting him, “ ― know what you’re talking about!”
“Oh?” Aki brushed his knee against your crotch where it met the slick accumulating there, dampening the fabric of your pants suit. “This is odd, then …”
Your cheeks grew hot.
Aki crept to your ear. “What’s this” ― Aki grazed the hill of his knee into your cunt ― “then?”
You were sick of Aki’s breath hitting your face, of the wafts of his cologne making you dizzy. If it weren’t for the fucking dumpster obscuring you from the alley way, you knew he would begetting stoned right now. Still, you could scream.
… So why weren’t you?
Aki trailed kisses up your neck. You were waning off the fight as he pressed himself up against you. You sighed as he nibbled and licked at the skin at the junction of your neck and jaw, fantasized about where to bury his body as he bit hard ― hard enough to leave you marked up afterward.
“Asshole …” You moaned as, in a flash, he had both your wrists by one hand while other found your breast, kneading the soft flesh and exciting the nub probing his palm.
He stopped to come eye level with you.
“I’m gonna let go,” he murmured. “We good?”
“Never.” Your eyes flickered to the side of the street. “Aren’t you at least a little weirded out about doing it in a public place?”
Finally, emoting; Aki raised his brow. “When’d you get so law-abiding?”
He let you go, as promised.
You rolled your eyes and grabbed his face ―
“You’re an ass.”
You kissed him. One hand flew to his tie to drag him by it. You bit at his lip as he swept his tongue against yours ― this time you let him, sighing as his hands grazed your neck to caress your face.
“Always ― mm,” You spoke between kisses, “thinking you’re ― mmf ― better than everyone else.”
“In what way?” Metallic clinking told you Aki was unbuckling his belt.
You hopped into Aki’s arms and miraculously he caught you in his arms. You wrapped arms and legs around him, sucking against his tongue as he lay determined to explore your mouth.
“You’re ― mmm!” You cried out as Aki, finally done undoing his pants, snuck a hand in yours to play with your clothed cunt. “You always ― ah ― think you’re above it all ―”
“I don’t think I’m better than anyone,” Aki said, slipping his hand past the band of your panties. He found your clit with expert speed that disgusted you. “Just you.”
Your head thud against the wall, lips parting as Aki slipped two fingers inside you at once. “Fuuck …” A series of drawn-out moans escaped you as his long, long fingers invited themselves into your drenched hole.
“Fuck you,” You managed to finish.
His mouth moved against yours, the ghost of a smirk haunting your lips. His other hand gripped your jaw to keep you facing forward. He ground into you, the hefty brick of his erection rocking into your inner thigh.
The bastard had the nerve to be huge.
“You’re not wet enough,” Aki observed.
You broke the kiss, a bridge of spit connecting your lips, to sneer at him. “Who’s fault is that, simp? Gonna get on your knees for me? Should be easy; just pretend I’m Makima.”
He glared, blue eyes growing glacial. “You’re such a bitch.”
You smirked, considering his anger a victory.
“Just for that ―”
Like lightning, his fingers were in your mouth, forcing it open. Aki spit onto your tongue.
You screamed ― a high, girlish scream brought on by shock ― as he took his fingers out.
“There,” Aki said. “That’s better.”
“Bastard!”
Aki worked his cock from his trousers as your face contorted with rage, pulling your panties and pants to hook on your knees. You refused to look down, knowing full well he was huge and would split you open so good ―
“Let’s just finish this,” he said.
“Yes,” You echoed as he slid the tip of his cock on your fleshy folds. How dare he accidentally discover a kink of yours? How dare! “Let’s.”
He slid into you. Your moan mingled with his. Aki’s fist slammed into the wall as he kept on entering inch by inch. You lurched forward, biting into the shoulder pad of his suit.
Aki offered you no grace period, fucking into you immediately upon filling you to the hilt. One of your legs slumped to the ground as the other hooked tight around Aki’s waist. Your body bounced with the power of his thrusts. You clenched your teeth, too proud to admit you preferred his wolfish approach.
You reached behind Aki to tug at the ponytail you hated so much, wrenching it from his hair and pulling it free. Aki jerked his head and dark locks fell around his face. You pulled yourself toward him, lips grazing the side of his cheek.
“Knew ― ah ― you wanted to fuck me,” You said into his ear, biting at the shell of it. “Only ― aha ― a matter of when ―”
“Will anything shut you up?” Aki growled.
You laid your head back and rolled it toward him with a smile. You opened your mouth, waiting for him to take the hint. Aki rolled his eyes and shoved three fingers into your mouth. You sucked, closing your eyes to enjoy what of this you could. Aki slapped lazily at your clit; you dug your heel into his back.
Aki was all around you; inside of you, against you, surrounding you. His cologne numbed your senses as he fucked you out of what little sense you had left. His balls slapped against your ass as his pace quickened, turned harder, harsher. His cock speared your insides, turning your legs to jelly. Aki’s muscles grew taut underneath his suit as you tried clinging to him for purchase. His hips jutted into you, rocking you bruise-building into the wall.
You buried a hand in his hair, pulling so hard you were sure some would be free from his scalp and pile in your palm. Aki grunted as you swept at his fingers. You startled when his fingers circled your clit.
“Wanna see you cum around me,” he said. “Wanna see you forced to shut your mouth for once.”
You opened said mouth to retort something quick and clever ― love to see you try, Makima-simp ― but a loud moan escaped as Aki tore at your walls. His thick cock bruised your insides so thoroughly you were sure you would soon feel him in your throat.
Shit, he might just do it.
He gripped your hips, brought you forward to meet one of his thrusts, and knocked the air from your lungs as he bottomed out inside of you.
A tightness spread taut inside you, drawing your toes to curl and your head to fog. You clung tighter to Aki as his pace showed no sign of letting up.
“Ah! Aahh!”
“Go on,” Aki urged, the husk in his voice alerting you he was close to a climax of his own. His fingers whirled around your aching clit.
“Gonna cum ―” You rasped, out of your mind.
“Go on, finish on my cock ― urgh!”
Aki made to pull out ― your clenching pussy guaranteed he didn’t. He pressed his forehead against yours, grunting through gritted teeth as you fell apart around him, milking him for all he was worth and more. You pulled on his jacket hard enough to rip out the sleeves. A faint warmth filled you as you bit your lip, grinding up against Aki to ride out your climax.
“Ah, fuuuck!” You bent your head, pulling Aki close by the back of his. “F ―Fuck …”
The pleasure crescendoed. You bit your cheek, surely drawing blood. The thrill began to wane. Minutes reclaiming lost oxygen restored your sanity. You opened your eyes and through the haze saw Aki pull out at last, a rope of his cum slipping from your cunt a few seconds later.
Aki realized it before you did. “Damnit.”
“Oh, good going, genius.” You hastened to pull your underwear and pants up before you could leak over yourself. “I can’t wait to tell everyone Aki Hayakawa’s pull-out game is weak as shit.”
Aki didn’t answer, watching you as he dressed himself. “I’m sorry.”
Oh, no. You were not about to let him turn this into a serious moment. “Don’t worry about it.” You sighed, waving him off with one hand while ironing your clothes down with the other. “I got it covered. You know I’m never gonna let you live this down, though, right?”
You laughed as Aki closed his eyes. His eyebrow twitched.
“Yeah.”
Aki languidly retrieved the abandoned snacks. The two of you resumed your way down the alley. You looped an arm around Aki’s neck to pull him close.
“Maybe I was wrong,” You whispered into his side. “Maybe you’re not so bad.”
He side-eyed you. “I hate you.”
You flashed him an innocuous smile.
“No, you don’t.”