the pact (chainsaw man, aki/reader fanfiction)

chapter 7: drunk actions, sober thoughts

cw: more smut 

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You aren't in your drunken sway for too long before Aki's lux ride pulls into his driveway. He turns off the engine and walks around the back to carry you out. When he opens the car door, he is met with your body messily sprawled on his leather seats.

"Get up." You give a girlish giggle and kick your feet toward the roof of his car.

"I'm not going to ask you again."

"Didn't think you were asking," you slur and wink at him.

Aki sighs and attempts to drag your ankles to pull you out but falls on top of you instead. This is the first time you've been this close to him and you are further intoxicated by his scent and the heat of his body. For a moment, you can tell even through your drunkenness that a large part of him doesn't want to move. Your hand taps the hard, cold steel he left around his waist and in the brief time he's had you pinned to the backseat, you swear you can feel something else hard in his jeans. You lift your head slightly in an attempt to meet his lips, but a frustrated grunt leaves him and he quickly dodges and disconnects from you. However drunk, you are taken aback by his obvious curve because you're aware he desires you just as much as you do him.

"You're drunk. Now is not the time or the place," he says as a reminder to you before lifting your back and assisting you out of the car.

Not the time or place? Maybe he's right. I mean, I probably wouldn't remember much anyway and this is definitely something I'd want to remember.

Aki doesn't toss you over his shoulder again, likely too worked up from the brief invasion of space you just shared. He walks behind you instead as a safeguard for you to stumble towards his doorstep.

It is a nice, contemporary home that doesn't attract too much attention to him, but still manages to flaunt his wealth a little. You figure because he was housing two of your colleagues that it was at least three bedrooms. The grey exterior blends in well with the neighboring homes; the grass is well-kept; the windows are covered with white, wooden slack blinds. He was clearly a private, but tasteful man.

When you find your way inside his home, you don't pay any attention to the décor but notice it smells of clean linen. He guides you to the couch in the center of his living room. As soon as you sit down, you're immediately back on bullshit... turning to making a pass at him again. He looks entirely too good not to.

"I know you want me... Aki," you whine. Your legs part and you peer up at him.

"Keep it down! I don't want you waking Power or Denji. They tend to sleep early and how would it look if they saw you here?" Aki voices through his teeth.

"That's not a no though..." You slide your eyes down to below his belt. "And that's not saying no either." Your slur is unbelievably embarrassing, but you have so much liquid courage that you don't care. You swear you see his groin jump, but your mind could be playing tricks on you.

"[Y/n], you aren't remotely sober. And when I finally fuck you... I need you sober." He tosses you a blanket. "Go to sleep."

He otherwise ignores your advances, retreating to what you assume is his bedroom.

You pout and are just as horny as you were the very first night he touched you. You ruminate on what he might feel like again and drift off into what would not be a very peaceful sleep.

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When the morning comes, Aki wakes you by tapping you gently on the shoulder. You rub the grit from your eyes and rise slowly, still slightly disoriented from the night before, but you quickly sober up when your vision clears and you see him.