"Love is anything but blind" Akira Fudo x reader [COMPLETE]

(13)

"Like lisp, this how I speak 'cause I sip"
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"Where are you?" Y/n said into the phone, she spoke lowly into the receiver, looking around to make sure everyone in the group was still with her.

"Home, upstairs in my room."

"Are your parents there?" She asked as they turned the block.

"No, i don't know where they are."

"We're passing by your neighborhood, when you see us, come outside." Y/n said sternly.

"Aw what, you worried I'll-"

"Asame this is not the time!" She yelled.
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"Y/n, what is this place?" Miki asked. The 9 of them, Asame included stood infront of a complex house. The paint was old and chipping while the roof had a few small holes in it. It was clear no one had been living there in quite a while.

"My old house." Y/n mumbled.
"Before my parents disappeared."

There was a familiar smell wafting from under the door, one she had never noticed when she was moving out. Stepping back, y/n lifted her leg and rammed the heel of her boot into the doorknob lock. She did it again, and a couple more times until the knob feel from its screws and the door swung open.

The smell inside the house made her almost nauseous. She kept herself from throwing up while walking inside, and when she looked to Akira, she knew he could smell it too.

Demons. It was a lingering scent, proof that they had been in there years ago, but it was everywhere. It was right then when she realized her parents didn't just disappear.

"Are you okay?" She flinched when Akira gently touched her shoulder. He waiting until the others continued on further into the house to bring her comfort.

"yeah." She said shakingly.

"No you're not."

"Then why'd you ask?" She said, voice shaking just a bit.

Akira rushed to pull her against his body, Wrapping a strong arm around her waist and using the other to stroke the back of her head. His eyes brimmed with tears as she stared blankly into his chest. She couldn't cry.

"Y/n.." He mumbled weakly.

"I can't... I don't wanna..." She stumbled over her words.

"I wanna forget again— please help me forget it again." Her eyes were wide and desperate as she gripped Akira's shirt, looking up at him.

"Akira please." There it was again, the emotionally triggered hormones Ryo mentioned when they first transformed. He could smell it, that familiar smell of arousal seeping off her body. And as fucked up as it was, he was starting to feel it too.

In one swift motion, Akira pulled his shirt off his body and lifted y/n into his arms, his lips finding the side of her neck. He ducked down the hall and carried her off into an untouched guest room, sitting down on the bed with her straddled over his lap.

His boxers got tighter on his body when she pushed his torso back onto the bed. After pulling her shirt off, she made quick work on his neck. Rolling her hips down, y/n hummed in delight when Akira's breath hitched with every hickey she made.

"Y/n~ I need more baby" He mumbled, running his hands over her chest and bucking up against her hips. He let out a little yelp when she bit down on the crook of his neck, eyes squeezing shut as his cock throbbed. The sweet smell was suffocating now, and the cloudiness in y/n's eyes was further proof.

"You want me to touch you Akira?" She teased, sitting up to unclasp her bra. Before The devilman's hands could travel to her nipples, Y/n leaned over and pinned his wrists just above his head. Frustratedly, he thrashed a bit, grinding the crotch of his jeans upwards.

"Ah~ use your words." She moaned, eyes rolling just a bit as he huffed like a brat. His attitude was quickly redirected when he watched her pull the waistbands of her pants and underwear down, taking them off and throwing them to the side.

"Let me fill that pretty pussy up, wanna make you feel good-" He whined, squirming under her hold. The room was getting hot, he was getting hot, he just wanted to touch her.

"Yeah?" Y/n teased, Her free hand trailed down her stomach to rub her clit.

"I- y-yes! Fuck y/n please!" He was panting now, sweat dotting his brow.

"That's my boy." She praised, reaching down to unbutton his jeans. Taking his length in her free hand, she half-hazardly pumped it a couple times before sinking down on it to the hilt.

It took no time for the two to find a pace, y/n slamming her hips down while Akira bucked up into her cunt.

"P-Please I- augh~ wanna touch you~" Akira's eyes rolled back, his hands thrashing under hers. Y/n did reply, only letting go of his wrists and bracing her hands on his chest. Akira bit his lip, his hands finding her waist. He held her still so he could fuck up into her at an angle.

Suddenly, he flipped her over onto her back, pulling her legs over his shoulder, he slid slick into her again.

"Go on. Cum for me pretty girl you can do it." He huffed, pistoning into her harder, brushing her cervix with every stroke. Her moans were so sweet to him, making him hold her legs just a bit harder.

" 's too much!" She whined, heart pounding as a familiar feeling pooled in the pit of her stomach.

"You can do it baby cmon." Akira moaned, struggling to keep his eyes open.
"Want you to cream around my cock cmon."

His words made her walls tighten around him, his name falling from her lips over and over.
Y/n's voice cracked and wavered when one of Akira's hands found her clit, finally rubbing that orgasm out of her with her eyes shut tightly. Akira followed soon after, filling her up with a winded cry and her legs gripped so tightly in his arms that they bled. Yet once they descended from the high, neither of them moved. They were still.

Just basking in their energy together.
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