𝟏𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐓𝐒 .

(sixteen)ᵃᵏⁱ

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selfish | aki x f!reader

It'd be bad. No IUD, no condom, no birth control, no nothing, not to mention that the two of you were supposed to take things slow. This isn't what you had discussed when you talked to each other about your limits a week ago. But Aki can tell you're currently out of your mind, helpless with arousal—already fucked stupid even though he's barely fucked you at all, only giving you the tip. You'd let him do anything right now.(Or: After a lot of persuasion, Aki finally learns to take what he wants.)

8.5k words of pwp with feelings, cisfem reader, references to an established relationship backstory (this is set loosely in the Bluebird universe, but you do not need to read Bluebird to understand this fic — more details on this in the endnotes, if you're curious). NSFT tags: vanilla sex, pussy job, 'just the tip', oral sex, unprotected sex, creampie. Warnings: While the sex is consensual, please be aware that the reader does beg Aki to ignore some pre-established limits (and he gets horny enough to agree). 18+ ONLY.

When you and Aki decided to take the leap from complicated friendship to even more complicated romance, it had been a hesitant, difficult decision. There were many things that made the idea of a relationship seem futile, with the biggest one being his imminent death sentence from the Curse Devil. Aki knows that you've been dreading his passing for a long time now, knows that it'd be cruel to ask for your heart if he can't give you a life in return. And as much as he's wanted you for a long time now—hasn't ever been able to kick the thought, not through cigarettes or work or even other women—there are few things he'd hate more than leaving you alone in two years, left with nothing but wasted time and a pile of ash.

So when you said to him that it'd hurt less to stay friends, Aki agreed. And he was ready to let you go then, because the last thing he'd ever want to do was hurt you. But you'd also been so close to him when you said this, watching him with tender, conflicted eyes as you brushed the hair out of his face.

Aki's not a selfish man, but it did something to him, seeing you like that: finally in his arms, but so hurt, so hopeless. And he knew it was unfair, knew he had nothing to offer you, but he still couldn't stop himself from pressing his mouth against yours and kissing you the way he'd been wanting to for years.

And you let him.

For better or worse, you're now feeling things out romantically. It's not anything like a relationship yet, because you're taking things slow: a date here and there, lazy evenings at home together whenever you get the chance, kissing each other long and sweet whenever Denji and Power aren't around. But there's nothing more than that. No labels, no expectations, and—very importantly—no sex. Sex with strangers and friends is easy, you'd said, but sex with Aki would feel different. Would probably mean more to you than it should, would mean something weighty and intimate and irreversible. And though he didn't say it, Aki felt the same way.

"That's fine," he'd said. "We can wait as long as you want."

Thinking back to that conversation, it confuses him what you're now doing, just over a week later: sitting pretty in his lap, your mouth soft and pliable as it moves against his. Wearing nothing but a set of ivory lingerie, your body is almost entirely exposed to him, and he can't stop drinking in the sight: the swell of your breasts covered in lace; your bare thighs straddling his hips; the playful smile on your face as you watch him swallow thickly.

He cups a breast in his hand, feels the delicate contours of the embroidery, and he can't help but run a thumb along over the material. You shiver when he lingers on the peak of your breast, your nipple hardening beneath his touch.