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Akira x Reader

Warning: This is a smut chapter so if you don't want to be horny or some shit, I don't know the term, then just go reread previous small stories. I don't want angry comments saying 'Oh the author didn't do this or that!' or dumb shit. Now, don't say I didn't warn you.

{This is my first time writing smut~}

"Hey, hun?"

'Yeah, babe?'

"I'm off to get clean!"

'Ight, babe!'

     Y/N left the café, carrying sweats and a tank top over her shoulder, saluting Akira before she stepped out the door into the rain. Akira, on the other hand went upstairs to chill, turning on a movie for Y/N, so when she returned, they could watch it. The movie was a horror, in hopes of scaring Y/N, but he was also afraid of horrors. Clearly, his public image of being careful, and thought provoking just barely carried over into his actual life.

     When Y/N returned, she turned off the lights, then headed up the steps, into the attic.

     Akira turned on the movie and pat the cushion next to him. Y/N complied, sitting down and leaning into him, after realizing it was a horror, nonetheless 'The hills have eyes", she whimpered. Y/N hadn't seen it before, but it was known for frightening even adults. Her hands curled around her boyfriend's, and listened to him whimper, to his heart pound. Y/N turned off the television and grabbed his hand, caressing it.

'S-sorry, babe... I thought it would be fun.'

"It's fine. Let's just get some rest now. Besides, boss won't be here until next week, so it gives you time to get over the movie."

'In that case...'

     The male wrapped an arm around her waist, hugging her tight. She smiled quietly, knowing that he was still pretty scared. Her fingers wrapped into his, and she smiled, thinking back to how he was touch starved, how he loved showing his affection in public.

P.O.V. now!

     He was scared from the movie, thus he whimpered. I thought back to his displays of affection, placing his hand on my thigh, wrapping his arms around my waist only to rest his head into the crook of my neck, breathing lightly, but enough to flush my face. Knowing he needed more comfort, I whispered into his ear.

"I know you're uncomfortable, but I can make it better. May I?"

     I watched him nod lightly, confused as to what was about to happen. Poor guy was too scared to even pick up on the clues, but it didn't matter. I was about to have my fun.

     I sat up, grabbing his shirt and pulling it off, only to bind his wrists together as tight as I could. His arms strained, and his eyes twitched, the sudden coldness hitting him. I pressed a kiss to the top his nose, smiling. He smiled back, those sweet lips calling.

     I traced his biceps, then his ribs, feeling him jerk, holding back a laugh. I paused to take in his light giggles, then went back to tracing his chest, then his visible muscles. He was thin, but toned fairly well.

'Y-Y/N, it's cold! I'm gonna l-laugh!'

     You stopped for a minute, then kissed his cheek, trailing up his jaw, then nibbling his ear, soon moving down his neck and biting down gently, then biting down further. He gasped, biting his bottom lip to hold back a groan. You let go, kissing his newly formed hickey, thinking of other ways to tease him.

     You found another way to tease him further. You latched onto his olive tinted pants and undid the tie with your teeth, making sure he could see. His hips shook vividly as he tried to stay as still as he could, keeping his eyes on you, making sure you wouldn't do anything rash.

     You decided to run your index finger between his flesh and boxers, the other between his boxers and sweats. His cheeks dusted a light pink and his eyes widened at the touch. You rest a hand on his chest, smiling as you drew circles. He bit his bottom lip harder, breaking the skin. You decided to kiss him, to distract him from the blood on his lips. You tilted his head back to push your tounge into his mouth, to explore his oral territory.

     He pushed his tounge into yours, wanting to taste your taste. The taste of his coffee stained his tounge and you enjoyed it, whereas he enjoyed your taste of vanilla and hazelnut. You bit his split lip and pulled slightly, letting go, then licking the blood. His hips shook more vividly, and you moved down his chest, swirling your tounge around his navel, then dipping in. He groaned again, slightly louder. You moved down to his pants, peeling them off with one hand, keeping your gaze on his crotch, still confined in his briefs.

     He looked at you, trying not to whine or moan any louder, but your teasing got more painful. You grabbed his thinned, stressed boxers in your teeth and pulled lightly, your canines poking his pelvis. He twitched, then shut his eyes, feeling something warm wrap around his hose, something sharp grazing him. He moaned, feeling cold hands press into his balls. He moaned, then his hips bucked, forcing more of him into your mouth. You choked, but forced a sigh through your nose, hitting his skin. He shivered, and you pulled off, focusing on how tense his whole body was. You rubbed his pelvis, then cupped his balls into your hands, smiling, then kissing them. He forced back a moan, but came out anyway, him hissing your name from the back of his throat.

     You pulled your tank top off, covering his eyes, then grabbing his hose and positioning your opening. His hips bucked once more, and you both moaned as he had unintentionally shoved himself into you. You felt yourself tip over the edge as his hips kept rising and falling, pushing further into you.

'Y-Y/N... I'm gonna tip over.'

"Alright then."

     He pushed further in, and you unraveled, your cum dripping down his shaft, pooling in the sheets. You listened to him growl, drowning in pleasure. You watched his lips move, making out a faint 'don't you fucking dare'. You pulled off some, but he bucked once more, wrapping his legs around you. He pressed into you, harder and he grew a bit inside you, and moaned loudly. You unlocked his ankles, then undid his bind, then uncovered his eyes. He flipped you onto the mattress and shoved his hose into your mouth. You nibbled the the tip and felt him spill, by the way he tensed up so much, then based by how often you saw his balls tense up and how much you swallowed his scorching seed. He whimpered from your teeth grazing his hose, pulled out, then collapsed next to you. He moaned once more, then felt your tounge. He pulled you into him, humping you a bit, then ran his fingers through your hair, then closed his eyes. You kissed him, then wrapped a leg around his.