𝐒𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐬 | Various Characters

akashi t ; vaya con dios

suggestive themes and language
fem reader
kali uchis is my wife

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"dearest (name), my phone died but as you know i had to leave on a business trip, stay safe my love and treat yourself while i'm gone. - takeomi"

god he was such a heart throb.

that was so romantic of him, writing a personal letter for you, leaving it on the dinner table just for you, next to a nice bottle dom perignon to help ease your nerves as your husband will be away doing trading and stocks with other companies.

he always worked so hard for the family you two shared.

well, expected family.

you were a couple of years younger than him and as he was approaching his early forties you were nervous it would be too late.

but he would never do that to you, he was just such a busy man!

you two were up all last night, him pounding into you, really making sure he was unforgettable for the next few days.

he always made you feel so loved, whether or not it was in bed.

he was an incredibly mysterious man, as you two had met a few years ago when you were working as a secretary for one of his rival company's boss, his charm and charisma, yet composed and mysterious personality was quite the turn on.

you would've let him fuck you right on the board table if you could.

which you two did, a lot.

reminiscent on how lucky you were to have such a wonderful husband, you decided to pop open the champagne, appreciative of everything he did for you, and give him a call.

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"oo yeah baby, just like that."

"ah i'm close sir, so, so close."

the woman he was currently hooking up with was an enticing demon. she was sent from the devil directly to akashi, a free gift. you would think akashi's past would teach him that nothing in life ever comes free.

blinded by the lust he continued to ram himself into her, all train of thought lost just by hearing her sweet moans and looking at her delicate frame.

the woman heard his phone, pissed that anyone would interrupt time with her one way ticket to loads of money and a side of dick, she picked up the phone to make the person on the other line understand she was doing some incredibly important business.

"fuck gorgeous, you're so good."

"yeah?"

"yeah baby, i would do anything to get this pussy 24/7."

the woman giggled, noticing how whoever was on the other line had hung up soon after hearing the lewd and lustful dialogue shared between akashi and the incredibly young woman.

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no sé si lo volveré a ver .

vaya con dios

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when akashi finally returned home from his business trip, the house was spotless, perfect, nothing less he would expect from his wife, a woman of perfection. only the best for him.

for some background, akashi went on those trips a least once a month, some would be longer stays than others. it reminded him of his roots ; drugs, sex, alcohol, blood, fighting, prostitution, stripping, money, illegal activities and his favorites, power and perfection.

akashi simply wanted the best, his wife was a lovely, younger woman who would eventually take care of his children, knowing that together with those genes they would be nearly perfect children, but she was far too boring! was he really supposed to grow old with her? especially in bed?

he wanted new things, bigger things, better things. the woman he met, fresh out of college, or some even still in it, were amazing. their bodies, voices, and especially the sex.

no matter how hard he tried to escape his old life, these things, these people, always brought him back into it.

it was like breaking sobriety from not just one thing, but a whole life.

he never lasted.

he tried to become a better man, he really did, for you, for your eventual children, for everyone around him.

but the underground life is so much more exciting than a regular 9-5 with a large home and lovely submissive wife.

you had entered the room, bringing him his favorite ash tray and he pulled out his cigar and lighter.

you had fixed him a manhattan, placing it on the coffee table in front of where he sat on the neat leather sofa.

"are you wearing my favorite outfit underneath all of that, princess?"

your mind was flooded, all of the ideas of him asking this question to different girls, blanking when suddenly a puff of smoke was blown in your face.

"i asked you a question"

you nodded your head,

"of course, sir."

the nickname didn't even bother him, as if he was used to it.

and with that he patted you towards his lap and began to do what he normally does, except this time, your mind was fogged up.

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written ; dec 16, 21
edited ;

to be honest this was half assed but i wanted to get something out,, trying so hard to get rid of my writers block