angsty-ish smut
the early rays of the sun had peaked through your shared bedrooms window, the curtains barely being able to contain the brightness that slowly seeped into your bedroom. aki was curled around you, his hands softly holding your thighs and your back was pressed against his chest, the closest you two had been in weeks.
aki wasn't the most affectionate person, and you knew this - but he made an effort. he made an effort for you. only for you. other things he was obligated to put his effort into, or it'd cost him his life. it'd make him leave you.
you rolled, pressing your forehead against his chest. he straightened out his long legs, and you merely sighed as you looked up to him. your eyes were hazy with sleep, but the way the golden orange beams of sun had rained down on your face, he hadn't even noticed.
he moved his rough hand to cup your soft cheek, rubbing his thumb over the softness with a little smile. he ran his hand along your scalp, leaning down and pressing a little kiss to your forehead. he moved though, and with a little whine you realized just what in all he had reached for. his cigarette pack.
he opened it, sliding a cigarette between his dried but plump lips, grabbing a lighter from the box and lighting it before tossing it to the side with the cigarette box. smoke once more filled the room, just as it had the night before and countless nights before that.
"aki," your voice broke the silence, him humming in acknowledgement of your raspy, sleep-hazed voice. "you know you need to quit smoking," you uttered, "especially with your job. you never know what could happen." and he sighed-he sighed because he knew you were right.
and it was tiring.
he hated his job, hated having to get out of bed to leave you, hated his horrible addiction to smoking. he hated it all, but he had brought it upon himself.
your hands trailed over his chest. the hickeys you had left four nights ago now fading into his skin, and all the marks made also disappearing. the bruises he had left on your hips healing and fading back into the same colour as your skin, his own hickeys fading.
"i love you." you muttered through the air, the smoke invading your lungs and making it hard to breathe. the smell of his cologne that stuck to his body like glue, the smell of the smoke, the smell of your sheets. it all smelled like him.
he stayed silent, before he reached his hand up to remove the cigarette from his mouth. "i love you too." he spoke quietly, before you moved to cup his cheek and place a kiss to his lips. he tasted like cigarettes.
you placed kisses along his neck, slow and sensual. your hands trailed down his chest, tracing over the little scars and all the little ridges and curves and lines he had over the years of being a public safety devil hunter. he was mysterious, you thought. not because he never told you anything - but because you had no clue why he stayed in a job that would, no matter how hard you tried to deny and postpone it, kill him.
his hair was kinked from the hair tie he wore every day, running your fingers through it once more. his hands settled on your hips, pulling you close and pressing a little kiss to your forehead before the cigarette was inevitably placed back between his dry lips.
you shifted, placing your hands against his chest before you moved to straddle him. the blankets settled low on your hips, right at your tailbone and only got dragged down the more aki moved his hands up and down your thighs. the way his rough fingertips traced over your delicate skin, the way he looked at you with adoration and love was almost astounding.
"what're you tryin' to do?" he spoke lowly, voice still raspy from just waking up. you rocked your hips, slow and steady as you eyed him down. his own hues stared up into yours before glancing away, a bright red hue flushing over his cheeks. "can i not sit on my boyfriends lap?" you quipped, grinning once he huffed in defeat and just let you sit there.
you both relaxed for the first time in a while.
the loss of so many friends, of people you had considered family. and now aki with his job, with his habit. you thought of all the things that had come up to this, had thought of so many solutions for you both to just runaway together, but he proclaimed he had a job to live up to. a need to thrive and protect, to uphold his name. to claim justice for those deserving.
he stared up at you.
you took the cigarette from his lips, pulling it away with a silent huff. "i wish you'd stop smoking like this." you began, burning the cigarette out on his ashtray on the side of the bed, full of crumpled cigarette butts and ashes that were begging to be blown away. aki only shrugged, closing his eyes and looking at the bowl of ash. "i know."
you huffed again. he ran his hands underneath your his shirt, the coldness of his calloused hands brought goosebumps to your skin, brought a fire you couldn't quite set a feeling on. a good fire or a bad one, one that brought you comfort on the loneliest nights or the hands you would miss and crave for once they were gone.
"i can keep your mind off of smoking for a while, if you'd let me. i know it's early, but it's better than damaging your lungs more, you know. let me be your new addiction and forget all others, let me be the one you come to for stress, let me be your new and only addiction that you uphold above all else."
he stared. blue eyes burned into yours, before his hands hiked up your shirt and threw it over your head. "distract me then." he hummed, slow and sweet like frozen honey. the morning rays shined on your bodies, and he found no better comfort than the sight before him.
your own hands came to tug down your underwear that you had thrown on haphazardly once you had gotten out of the shower with your lover the previous night before, racing into the bed to escape the coldness of your home. he slithered under the covers with you, and for the first time in a while, he wore a warm smile that made him want to drop anything and everything just to experience bliss with you forever.
he tugged down his own, grabbing a bottle of lube from his side of the nightstand. cherry scented, you remembered. it was akis favourite flavor of anything, or so you thought. he always had something cherry.
"already hard and i've barely done anything?" you teased, and he huffed. "when you're in my position and i'm the one sitting on your lap, we'll see who's "already hard," my love." he chuckled, and you huffed in reply. you weren't much better yourself.
once he had prepped and prepared both you and himself with lube covering your hole, he had slowly sunk you down with a vice-like grip on your waist. "oh-fuck, like that, shit. jus' like that, baby.." he muttered, head already tossed back. your hands had found settlement in his hair, softly tugging as he let out a groan of, much to your satisfaction, pleasure.
you set a steady rhythm, up and down nice and slow. just the way he liked it. his hands perched onto your hips, guiding your pace, guiding you. his blue eyes were screwed shut, a low rumble coming from him that you identified as his form of moaning. "aki," you whimpered, and his eyes seemed to struggle to crack open to look at your angelic form.
"flip," he commanded. you paused for a moment, whimpering as you eased yourself off of him. he sighed at the feeling of your warmth no longer clinging to him, but he soon found himself on top of you. your legs on either side of his, wrists pinned down to the pillows below you as he only inserted himself once more.
his thrusts were the same speed of what he had you bouncing at, a slow and deep pace that left you feeling breathless, that left you feeling every detail he had to offer. your moans and his mixed and left the room feeling humid, left it feeling like it was full of love.
"i love you," aki began, "i really do. if-fuck,-if i could quit this fucking job i would, i'd give the fucking world to be with you," he sniffled, whimpering as his thrusts grew erratic. quick paced and much more rapid as his emotions began to take control, as he finally felt alive when he was with you, "i'd do anything for you. you showed me peace, bliss and heaven right when you first touched me, and now i'm paying you back."
he was heaven, bliss, an angel sent for you that'd just be ripped away in time. a memory to remember and never be forgotten, but a time to experience and never relive. living with aki hayakawa was thrilling, and yet you knew that after him you'd never get someone as remotely amazing.
"closecloseclose," he chanted, and you only squealed and encouraged him. "come on, baby, cum for me. you can cum wherever," you nodded, giving him permission before he only smiled down at you and thrusted his hips once more, his own hand coming down to slowly jerk you off as he rode out his high, and soon you had reached yours.
his fingers laced with yours, aki's eyes only staring into yours before your lips connected. sweet, slow and loving as he kissed you. it was heavenly. it was blissful.
"you said you'd make me forget about smoking, but i still wanna. care to go again?" he'd utter, and the sun had hid behind the mountains by the time the two of you were done.
