aki . 47

The early morning sun is starting to peek in through the curtains, casting streaks of sunlight on the blue sheets, and making you stir. You're wrapped in the warmth of another body and blanket, one arm tightly secured around your waist and one under your head. The sound of the television playing the early morning cartoons seeps in through the thin door, Denji and Power's arguing also causing you to stir. Aki's hold on your body becomes tighter as he whispers in your ear, lulling you back to sleep. 

He watches your shoulders relax once more while your face snuggles into the white satin sheets before dropping his head back onto your shared pillow - shared because despite there being a perfectly good one on his side you always ended up on the same one- burying his face in your hair. He can smell the coconut scent from the shampoo you use, the same scent that cleans the bedsheets. His eyes are starting to fall close again, his body craving the rest and the warmth of your body.

On any other day, he would be up running the washing and drying machines while prepping breakfast, but today was Sunday. The laundry had been washed late last night, the bathrooms had been washed, and you had insisted on vacuuming after Denji and Power had gone off to bed. You had even left the bread out for Denji next to the toaster and bought him a few new things that he could top his bread with. Going as far as to put a "Don't disturb us," with a detailed description of what you would do to the two troublemakers if they so much as knocked on your bedroom door. 

A warning that seemed to have worked, as the door had remained untouched. Allowing Aki to get a few more hours of sleep and time alone with you. And the quietness of your bedroom has Aki almost falling asleep. Almost because the moment, his eyes are falling closed again, you shift your weight closer to him. Your ass grinding against his crotch.

His eyes snap open, boxers immediately growing tighter, boner pressed against the curve of his ass. Taking a deep breath through he tries to ignore the feeling of your ass moving against him as you find a new position to sleep in. Closer to him, with your hand falling over the edge of the bed, and ass pressed against him. Even after you stop moving he can't help the thoughts that pass through his mind, his arm still snuggly tossed over your waist with his hand resting under your breast. He knows you aren't against the idea of being woken up like this, but he can't help but feel dirty for having the thoughts that he is while you sleep in his arms. 

Aki swallows, burying his face further into your hair, and inhaling deeply, letting his hands travel down your torso. His fingers sneak underneath the waistband of your shorts, groaning when he finds nothing beneath them, long fingers brushing against the soft coarse hair of your mound. He presses a kiss on the back of your shoulders, listening carefully to your shallow breathing, not wanting his movements to wake you. His fingers dip further down, the tips of his fingers circling your clit, swallowing a groan when he finds you already slightly wet. He teases your slit with three fingers while pinching your bud, eyes always watchful of your facial expressions. 

Holding in his breath he pushes a single finger in stopping when his knuckle is snug between your walls. He allows you a few moments to adjust before slowly removing his finger and sliding back in, curling it upwards so it grazes your sensitive walls. Your eyebrows bunch together, lips pursing as you try to make sense of what's going on in your sleep, but you don't wake. Something which Aki is thankful for as he pushes a second finger in.  Using his thumb he massages your clit slowly while thrusting his fingers in and out of your cunt, slowly scissoring them. Testing his limits while pushing the entire length of them in, teasing the sweet spot in the back of your pussy. You whimper in your sleep and wiggle around, your inner thighs becoming slicker as he fingers you in your sleep. 

Your eyes flicker behind your closed lids, your hand subconsciously coming down to grab onto his forearm. He whispers lowly in your ear, hoping the sound of the voice keeps you asleep like it always does on lazy Sunday mornings like today. Hoping to keep you asleep until he empties his balls in your warm cunt. "Sh sh, everything's okay it's just me. You're being such a good girl, just keep your eyes closed for a while longer."

Your walls clench and unclench around his moving fingers, thighs squeezing shut around his hand when he brushes your g-spot, he readjusts his fingers so the heel of his palm applies pressure on your clit. Your juices coat his fingers and wrist, your whimpers growing in volume, you squirm against him, 

He can tell you are close as your eyebrows draw together, and your walls suck his fingers deeper into your cunt. "That's a good girl, cum all over my fingers." Aki's hips start moving into your ass softly, his boner buried in between your ass cheeks as he builds your first orgasm of the morning. 

Rubbing tight circles over your clit you cum on his fingers, crying into your pillow. Drool dripping down the corners of your lips. Aki slows down, whispering sweet nothings into your ears, his blue eyes scanning your face and making sure you are still asleep. He waits until your face relaxes again before slowly removing his fingers from your heat, bringing his cum soaked fingers up to his lips and licking your juices off. He hums as your sweet taste fills his taste buds, running his tongue along them until they're clean.

"Fuck," Aki grunts, sliding his arm out from under your head, and sliding down the bed, carefully turning you onto your back, and spreading your legs apart, placing them over his shoulders. Your shorts are soaked from your release, sticking your cunt and thighs. He can see the outline of your pussy lips, and feel the warmth radiating from it as he shuffles closer. 

Aki doesn't hesitate, dropping a small glob of spit before running his tongue on the slick once before raising your hips and removing your sleep shorts, tossing them randomly on the bedroom floor. He watches your whole pulse, begging to be touched. Spreading your lips apart he circles your entrance, his nose bumping against your clit. The sweet taste of your cunt fills his mouth, and he pushes the tip into your heat, swirling it around. 

He feels you shuffle above him, your head tossing on the pillow, hands gripping the sheets as your body grows hotter. Aki wonders what you're dreaming of as gasps start to escape from his lips, sweat dribbling down your temples, your hair sticking to the sheets. 

His tongue laps at your folds, making a line from your opening your clit, and back down, his teeth pulling on your swollen bud. His eyes peered up to watch the twist of your face. He knows you'll wake up at any moment, with the way your legs are clenching around his head, and hips raising off chasing after his tongue.  And the idea of you waking up while he eats you out makes him forget that he's meant to make sure you remain asleep. 

Pushing your legs up towards your stomach he shoves his face into your cunt, loud slurping noises echoing off the walls of the bedroom, drowning out the sound of laughter and the television in the living room. He watches your stir in your sleep, his name stumbling out of your lips as they flutter open, your brain still working on processing the pleasure that is coursing through your body.

Everything feels hot, the lavender satin sheets beneath you. The breath you let out as you look at your surroundings. The hair that clings to your forehead. But most of all the warm tongue that moves along your folds, drinking all you have to offer.

"A-aki, what are you doing?" your voice shakes while you ask, peering down at him through dazed eyes.

Instead of answering, Aki shoves his tongue further into your clenching whole, slurping your juices, before pressing it flat against your and licking up to your clit. He spells out your name and his with the tip, his eyes never leaving yours. 

You cum unexpectedly, thighs wrapping around his head, and your hand cumming down to tug on his hair. You quietly chant his name, aware of the tv playing just down the hall. 

"Aki, oh my god," you sigh, staring up at the spinning ceiling fan, your brain catching up to your body. 

Aki drops your legs from his shoulders and slowly traverses up your body while pressing quick kisses to the soft skin. He hands kneading all that they can grab. "Good morning," he murmurs when he reaches your lips, kissing the corner, "Feel good?"

You nod your head, wrapping your legs around his waist and rubbing up into him, feeling his erection through the thin material of his boxers, "Feel good." You pull him down, cupping his face and kissing him fully on the lips, licking his bottom lip, begging to let your tongue into his mouth. A request he obliges to. Your tongues become a tangled mess, teeth bumping into each other, the faint smell of morning breath, and your cunt reaching your nostrils. You pull back first, lazily smiling up at him, your right hand traveling down his lean torso, outlining the ridges of his abs, "That was a nice way to wake up."

"Yeah?" He asks, bumping his nose against yours, longer hair cascading over you, hissing when your hand wraps around his length, pushing his underwear down his thighs.

"Yeah," you whisper back, running your thumb over the slit, "How about now I help you with this." 

His eyes squeeze shut, your hand stroking his length and rubbing it against your wet folds. "Fuck, stop teasing," he groans, pushing your hand out of the way, and holding on to his shaft at the base, positioning it at your entrance. 

Your eyes widen as he pushes the first inch in, your slick making it easier for the two of you as his girth stretches you. His hands come back to rest on the back of your thighs and he pushes them back toward you as he pushes more of himself into your warm walls. Low grunts slip from his lips as you clench around him. 

Neither of you will last much longer, your body still sentive from your two previous orgasms, and Aki barely holding on anymore after fighting the urge to just have his way fully with you while you slept. His thoughts are scattered all over the place when he draws his hips back and plunges into you, moaning loud enough for it to travel out the door. 

He starts out slow and hard, snapping his hips into yours before pulling them back until just the head of his length rests inside you. He mostly does it to be quiet, which is feeling as you yelp every time his hips met you and he groans and grunts as your cunt sucks him in further. The pace he had originally set soon becomes quick and sloppy, the sound of skin slapping against skin bouncing off the walls of the bedroom,  over the sound of the fan. 

"Gonna cum," you whimper, pulling his head down so his forehead rests against yours, your breaths mixing with one another.

"Me too - God you feel so fucking good," his hand snakes between your bodies, two fingers rubbing tight circles on your clit. That's all it takes to push you over the edge. Your legs shake on his shoulders, eyes rolling to the back of your head when you feel him release in you. The sensation of you gushing and walls gripping around him pushing Aki over the end just seconds after you.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," Aki recites, pushing his lips against yours as he fucks his cum deeper into your cunt. He doesn't stop until your legs stop shaking, dropping them so they rest against his waist. He stays seated in you after you both finish cumming, dropping his weight on you. His warm breath fans over your neck as he kisses you there.

A few moments pass before he starts to feel heavy, your hand pushing on his ribs, "Aki your crushing me."

You expect him to pull out, but instead, he rolls the two of you over and wraps one arm around your waist. He uses his free arm to push himself up, making his cock push deeper into your cunt, making you whimper. You feel and hear him suck in a deep breath as your walls clench around him, feeling him become hard again.

"Don't do that," he whispers, shuffling up the bed to rest his back against the bedframe.

You murmur out an apology resting your head on his chest, watching as he reaches to his night table for the pack of cigarettes, lighting one before tossing the box over to

the soaked side of the bed. He pushes his hair out of his face and leans his head back, inhaling the smoke before breathing it out through his nose. You watch as the smoke swirls up into the air, listening to his heartbeat against your ears and the sound of the fan turning, the air making the smoke fade quicker. 

"The tv isn't playing anymore."